Rogier Supermarket.

There was still a large bloodstain at the entrance of the supermarket, and a cordon had been set up around it. It was still crowded with people, including police, reporters, family members of the victims, and onlookers. The entire road was packed.

After Director Frank learned of the shooting, he rushed to the supermarket immediately and checked the situation inside the supermarket. In order to avoid damaging the scene, he did not bring too many people into the supermarket.

He came here not to investigate, but to stabilize the hearts of the people of Los Angeles.

Frank walked around the supermarket, his thick eyebrows frowning together, and his originally serious face became a little heavier.

When he walked out of the supermarket, the crowd of onlookers immediately became commotion.

A female reporter shouted, "Director Frank, I am an NBC reporter. Have the police caught the murderer?"

Another black male reporter asked, "Chief Frank, how many people were killed in this shooting?"

"Director Frank, the citizens of Los Angeles are in panic right now. Can you say a few words?"

Frank stopped and said in a heavy tone, "I feel very sorry for this, everyone doesn't want this to happen.

I will send the most elite police force to investigate this case and catch the gunman as quickly as possible.

Let Los Angeles regain its former peace and give the victims and their families an explanation.

No matter who the murderer is, as long as he dares to kill people in Los Angeles, he will be punished by the law."

The black male reporter asked again, "Director Frank, there are rumors that this is a massacre targeting black people. What do you think?"

"The incident just happened and there has been no time to investigate, but it is true that the majority of the victims are African Americans.

What I want to say is that no matter whether you are black or white, you are all children of God and do not deserve to be treated this way.

Therefore, I ask the citizens of Los Angeles to pray for them and give strength to their families and friends who are immersed in grief." After Frank finished speaking, sporadic applause broke out around him.

At this time, a squadron had also arrived at the scene.

Xiao Hei came up to Luke and whispered, "That's so good. I can't say such things."

Jackson smiled and said, "So you are not the director."

Xiao Hei Dan responded, "Rookie."

Luke ignored the bickering between the two and glanced around. There were more people in the crowd than in the supermarket. If the suspect responded by killing him, it would be a real massacre.

He felt that the director's speech should be over, and now was not a good opportunity to show his closeness to the people.

Frank seemed to realize this, ended his speech, and was about to turn around and leave.

At this moment, a black woman rushed over and said, "Director Frank, please don't leave."

"What's the matter? Madam."

The black woman rushed outside the cordon, with an anxious look on her face, and shouted incoherently, "I am a black mother, I ran out of olive oil, and while making breakfast...

My son went to the supermarket to buy olive oil...and he hasn't come back yet.

I...I hope you can find him."

Frank stopped, looked at the worried and panic-stricken woman, and said comfortingly, "Madam, what is your son's name?"

"Antoine Powell."

"May I have your name?"

"Sasha Powell, I am a single mother, I can't live without Antoine... wu wu..." the black woman cried softly.

Faced with this situation, no amount of comfort was just empty words. Frank glanced around and waved to Luke, who was not far away.

Luke walked closer and said, "Director Frank."

"You should have heard what this lady said. Her son is missing and needs help from the police."

Luke said, "I'll do my best."

Frank then said to the black woman beside him, "Ma'am, this is the captain of the Robbery and Murder Division of the Detective Bureau and one of the best detectives in Los Angeles.

You can tell him about your son's situation and I believe he can solve it properly."

Luke made a gesture of invitation, "Madam, please come with me, we need to talk in private."

Frank said to everyone, "Everyone, that's it for today's interview, thank you."

After speaking, Frank took a few steps to catch up with Luke and patted him on the shoulder, "Luke, you will be responsible for this shooting."

If you need support, you can contact me or Rhett, you know my number."

Luke nodded, "I will."

Frank left the scene with several police officers.

The deputy captain looked at the scene in front of him and admitted that he was a little envious.

He is also the best police officer in Los Angeles. He is capable and experienced. Otherwise, he would not be rehired at such an old age.

It is said that as you get older, people will be more tolerant and their temper will get better and better. Why hasn't he changed?

Sometimes, he doesn't like his bad temper.

I also thought about changing it.

However, when the critical moment came, I couldn't help it and didn't want to.

The deputy captain sighed a little helplessly, forget it, let's leave it like this, even if he changes it now, no one will believe it.

In fact, even he himself didn't believe it.

The trust between Red and Frank is also a kind of pressure for Luke.

Frank handed this black woman to him in front of reporters and many citizens, so Luke had to ask for it personally.

Luke looked at the black woman and asked her name again, "Madam, what is your name?"

"Sasha Powell."

"Ma'am, do you live around here?"

"Yes, I live in the Antoine community on the east side, only two streets away from here."

Luke was somewhat impressed by the name, "What's your son's name?"

"Antoine Powell."

"His name is the same as the community's name."

"Yes, we lived in this community when he was born. This is the first and only house I bought. It has a special meaning to us."

Sasha Powell's voice was a little anxious and choked with sobs, "This morning, I ran out of olive oil when I was cooking. My son went out to buy olive oil, but he never went back.

At first I thought he was just having fun, but then I saw the news and learned that a shooting had occurred here, so I rushed over immediately."

"Are you sure he came to this supermarket?"

"Yes, we usually come to this supermarket to buy things."

"How old is your son?"

"He is ten years old this year."

"How long has he been out of contact? When exactly did he leave home?"

"Around 7:30 in the morning.

This supermarket is the earliest to open in the neighborhood, starting at around 7 o'clock every day, so their business is also very good, the prices are relatively cheap, they often hold activities, and the surrounding neighbors come here to buy things."

Luke wrote down in his notebook that the door would open at 7:30, which was indeed unusual in Los Angeles, and it was also a black community.

"Did your son bring his cell phone?"

"No, I don't want him to have a mobile phone too soon...

God, I regret it now, I should have bought him a mobile phone."

"Do you have a picture of him?"

"Yes, I have his photo." Sasha Powell quickly took out his phone and pulled out the photo.

Luke looked at the photos on his phone and took them casually, "Ma'am, tell me your contact information. When there is news about your son, we will notify you as soon as possible."

Sasha Powell handed a business card to Luke, "I'm not going anywhere, I'm just waiting here."

Luke said to the female police officer on the side, "Take this lady to the side to have a rest."

"yes, sir."

Luke sent the boy's photo to the chat group.

Jackson stared at the photo closely and sighed, "He may also be one of the victims... He is just a child.

I must catch that bastard myself."

Luke also felt that this was a possibility, "Jackson, go and collect and verify the information of all the victims. I want to know their details."

"Raymond Jeanne, go visit the surrounding citizens and look for witnesses."

"Others followed me into the scene to investigate."
To be continued...