Chapter 119 Long Legs, Robbery, and Bike
The women had legally crossed the border as models from Brazil.
Luke listened in amusement to the officers’ reports.
In the next instant, Berit angrily called off the operation, leaving some of the officers behind to watch Sergei.
Luke and Elsa were back at the desk they shared.
Elsa was also confused. “What’s going on with Sergei? He went through all this trouble to meet four women? Aren’t they just a few models?”
Luke chuckled. “They’re more than that.”
Elsa was excited. “Did you notice something?”
Luke said, “They’re four models with particularly long legs; it’s like they have nothing but legs below their necks.”
Elsa was speechless. “… Do you think this is funny?”
Luke grinned. He didn’t really know what Sergei was up to.
There were still too many uncertainties.
But since it was Berit’s case, all Luke needed to do was wait.
Berit had to wait for another opportunity after Sergei’s odd welcome ceremony at the port.
So, Luke and Elsa were once again at loose ends.
Luke roamed New York by bus again.
Two days later, he was standing at a bus stop and wondering if he should take down another group of drug dealers, when a fiery BMW 760Li blew past him like the wind.
Luke was stunned for a moment.
It was a beautiful and fast car, but… wasn’t this downtown? Wasn’t the driver scared of getting a speeding ticket?
But Luke’s question became moot when he heard the blare of sirens behind him.
A couple of police cars rushed past as they chased the fiery BMW 760Li.
Luke realized that the BMW was running from the police. He wondered if it belonged to a car racer.
Curious, he used Sharp Nose to try and find out who was in the fiery BMW.
His expression turned strange after he was done with his analysis. “Women? Exactly four women, and the smell of a gun that’s just been fired?”
Mulling this over, Luke returned to the police department.
He greeted Elsa and asked, “I saw a bunch of police cars chasing a red BMW in the afternoon. What was that about?”
Elsa shook her head. “I have no idea. There’s no TV here.”
Luke shrugged and wasn’t upset. They left the police department together.
On their way out, they heard two police officers talking. One of the officers said, “The robbers didn’t just have guts, they also had a great car and driving skills. Forty police cars were deployed, but they still got away.”
The other officer snorted. “They were driving a BMW 760Li, which is much better than our police cars. Isn’t it only natural that they got away?”
The first officer wasn’t convinced. “If you had an F1, could you drive it at more than a hundred miles an hour? Those robbers certainly could.”
The second officer said, “Fair enough. It’s true that they’re good at driving. So, it’s not strange that we couldn’t catch them?”
The first officer said, “Of course not.”
Luke couldn’t help but interject, “Excuse me, but what exactly did the red BMW do? I saw it being chased by police cars in the afternoon.”
The officer looked at him, but didn’t say anything.
Luke showed him his badge and said, “I’m also an officer. I’m just curious. Also, it’s going to be on the news later, isn’t it?”
The officer thought that Luke had a point, so he explained, “They just robbed a bank in Manhattan, and stole more than three million.”
Luke exclaimed and asked, “How many of them were there?”
The police thought for a moment and realized that it would be all over the news anyway, so he simply said, “Four.”
Luke nodded and said, “Okay, thank you.”
When they left the police department, Elsa asked him curiously, “Why are you so concerned about the robbers?”
With an inscrutable look on his face, Luke said, “I have a wild thought, but I’d rather not say anything at the moment.”
He watched the news on TV in his apartment. Looking at images from the robbery, Luke wondered if his assumption was true.
NYPD was keeping them away from the operation to capture Sergei.
However… this robbery was probably unrelated to Sergei, right?
The next day, Luke went to the scene of the robbery in Manhattan.
However, when he was still on the bus, a familiar fiery BMW dashed past him again, followed by a series of police cars with blaring sirens.
Luke was amused. Was playing with the cops what the robbers did for breakfast?
Luke pressed the bell, and the bus driver opened the doors at the next stop for Luke to get off.
He glanced around, only to discover that it was too crowded for him to take a cab.
He suddenly saw a teenager who was slowly riding a bike.
Luke grabbed him. The boy nearly fell off his bike. He looked at Luke in a panic.
Luke asked, “How much did you pay for your bike?”
The boy stammered, “It’s a Giant orc3300. I bought it for 379 dollars last year.” He confessed quickly because Luke was too intimidating.
Luke quickly took out four hundred dollars from his pocket. “It’s mine now.”
He gave the money to the boy, and then rode off on the bike.
Stunned for a moment, the boy called out, “Wait, my bag! Er, thank you.”
Hearing his shout, Luke noticed a tiny bag hanging on the frame.
He picked up the bag and tossed it back to the boy.
The boy instinctively caught the bag. Looking at the four hundred bucks in his hand, he was confused. “Huh? Is today my lucky day?”
The bike that he had been using for a year was sold for twenty dollars more than the original price. He was certainly lucky.
Luke started to speed up.
A bike certainly wasn’t as fast as a car, but he wasn’t trying to outrun the robbers. All he needed to do was tail the red BMW 760Li.
Based on what happened yesterday, the robbers would escape the police in ten minutes at most.
Given the morning traffic, the longer the police were delayed, the more likely they were to get stuck. The robbers were certainly well aware of this.
The robbers were driving at around a hundred miles an hour, which meant that they could cover thirty kilometers in ten minutes.
The Giant orc3300 that Luke was riding was a road bike for beginners. It would take him slightly more than twenty minutes to cover thirty kilometers with his 28 Strength.
Tracking the smell of the fiery BMW with his Sharp Nose, Luke rode on.
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