Los Angeles Detective

 Chapter 457 Whereabouts

Maurice Dhawan lowered his voice, with a hint of surprise in his tone, "Really?"

"Yes."

“Where did you find it? Is it the area I pointed out to you?”

"no"

"Don't mention that place. I was followed and injured. I finally got rid of him."

 “Is the injury serious?”

 “Yes, I need treatment.”

 “Who is following you?”

“I don’t know. The other person drove a blue pickup truck and wore a black hood. He slashed me with a machete.”

 “Then where did you find the treasure?”

"Because I was being followed, I didn't search for too long in the area you were talking about. I entered the next area and found a balancing stone at the bottom of the canyon. There was a crescent-shaped crack next to it, and there was a stone in the corner of the crack. A treasure chest was found in the pile of rocks.

Morris, there are a lot of good things in the box. We are rich! "

Maurice Dhawan waved his fist vigorously, "Great, our efforts have finally been in vain. Where are you now?"

 “It’s at the meeting place we said, would you like to come and find me?”

“I told you, those **** started to doubt me, and they took away the keys to the motorcycle.”

"Then what are you going to do? If they detain you, do you want to give them some of the treasure?"

Maurice Dhawan sighed, "How much are you going to give them?"

“I can accept it if I only give them 1/5.”

Maurice Dhawan thought for a while and said, "People are greedy, and they may not accept this distribution plan.

 In this way, you can come and pick me up from the meeting point along the south bank from east to west.

 I will find a way to run out. "

 “Can you walk on your feet?”

“Yes, but it may aggravate the foot injury, but it’s nothing compared to the treasure. It’s just a pity for my motorcycle, which has been with me for many years.”

"Come on? Forget about that shabby car. These treasures are enough to buy hundreds of them."

 “You are right.” Maurice Dhawan made up his mind.

 The night is getting quieter and quieter.

Maurice Dhawan felt that time had slowed down, and he kept observing the movement of the RV through the cracks in the window.

 No sound could be heard, and no figure could be seen passing by the window.

 He felt that the two of them might have fallen asleep.

 But considering that Luke’s determination today would inevitably put him on guard, he decided to wait.

Maurice Dhawan is an old hunter, and the most important thing for a hunter is to be patient.

Maurice Dhawan took advantage of this time to squint for a while to recharge his batteries.

It was late at night, and Maurice Dhawan suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the RV again.

 He watched for about ten minutes, but there was still no movement in the RV.

 It was already past three o'clock in the morning, which is also the time when people are most likely to get sleepy. Even if Luke had doubts about himself, he should relax his vigilance at this time.

Maurice Dhawan took out the walkie-talkie to contact Gray Roach and asked her to pick him up on the way.

Maurice Davan took his belongings and shotgun and climbed out from the opposite direction of the RV.

Because he was worried that Luke was still watching, Maurice Dhawan was still cautious and crawled forward for a while before slowly standing up and limping forward.

 He walked faster and faster on crutches, as if he saw hope ahead.

 After walking forward for a while, he didn't hear the familiar sound of a three-wheeled motorcycle. Knowing that Luke was not following him, he breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down his pace.

His injured foot was already a little sore.

We walked forward for about ten minutes.

 There was a fire not far ahead.

 He sat on the ground and looked through the binoculars. There was a motorcycle parked next to the fire.

 It's Gray Roach's car.

 Sitting next to him was a woman's figure. Judging from her figure, she should be Gray Roach.

Maurice Dhawan put away his telescope and walked forward slowly.

 “Gray.” Maurice Davan whispered, but the other party did not answer.

Maurice Dhawan frowned slightly, stepped forward and patted Gray Roach on the shoulder. Gray Roach staggered and fell to the ground.

Maurice Dhawan took a closer look and saw that Gray Roach's face was lifeless, her chest was covered in blood, and her chest had been cut open. Although she couldn't see clearly, Maurice Dhawan felt that her internal organs were also is missing.

 “Fuck.”

Maurice Dhawan was shocked and felt a chill running down his back.

He vaguely heard footsteps and there was someone behind him.

 He grabbed the shotgun on his back and turned around suddenly.

 A sound of "ah".

Maurice Dhawan felt a sharp pain in his right arm.

 His right arm was cut off directly with a machete.

The perpetrator was a person wearing a hood, who looked like a man in shape. He had just been hiding behind the big rock next to him. When Maurice Dhawan was checking the body, he quietly walked up to Maurice Dhawan. Behind Dhawan.

 The arm fell to the ground, and the shotgun also fell to the ground.

Maurice Dhawan's eyes were in pain, but he had no time to take care of his broken arm at this time, because the assailant wanted more than just his arm, and might even kill him.

 He wanted to fight back, but he had no weapons at hand and his hand was broken. He could only run away now, but his feet were injured and his elbows were bleeding.

 In this case, he doesn't think he can outrun the opponent.

"Haha..." The man wearing a hood burst into laughter and took out a golden pocket watch from his pocket.

 “Old guy, do you want to play a game?

 I will give you one minute, you can run away or look for any weapon except a shotgun. After one minute, I will find you.

 Once I find it, it will be torn into pieces.

Timing begins. "

Maurice Dhawan knew he was teasing himself, but he was in no condition to fight at this time.

His first reaction was to run to the RV campground.

The man holding a machete blocked his way, "This direction is not allowed. I know what you want to do? But I don't want to alarm those people for the time being."

 They are my prey tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. If I catch them all at once, what’s the point? Can you understand that feeling? "

 “You **** pervert.”

Maurice Dhawan cursed, turned around and ran forward, but his feet were injured, his arms were bleeding, and his body was very weak.

 He knew that he would definitely not be able to run away. He had to do something, even if it meant death, he had to make the pervert pay the price.

 “9, 8, 7, 6…”

The man in the hood used Gray Roach's clothes to wipe off the blood on the machete, "Old guy, are you ready? I'm going to find you."

The hooded man held a machete in his right hand, a shotgun on his back, a revolver hanging on his waist, and a flashlight with him, but he did not use it.

He chased Maurice Dhawan in the direction of his escape. His running speed was not very fast, but very rhythmic, and his eyes glanced around from time to time.

 Although he was wearing a hood and couldn't see his expression clearly, you could tell from his body movements that he was very excited.

　　After running for a while, the man in the hood stopped and waved his machete with his right hand habitually, "Here I come!

I can hear your rapid breathing and rapid heartbeat, and I know where you are.

 You can't run away, haha..."

There were several tall spruce trees not far ahead. The man wearing a hood could vaguely see something under the tree. When he got closer, he found half a shoe exposed behind the tree. The corners of the man's mouth raised slightly.

He looked around for a moment, but there was no other movement. He walked a few steps forward and stopped. He lowered his head and looked at his feet, where there were a few freshly dripping blood stains.

He clenched the machete in his right hand, walked to the spruce tree, and slashed hard at the shoe, as if he wanted to cut off the sole of the shoe.

"Snapped!"

The man in the hood was very strong and the machete was very sharp. He cut a big hole in the upper of the shoe, but no blood flowed out as expected.

“Damn bastard!” The man in the hood cursed angrily. He quickly stood up and turned around to look around.

 The back was empty and unobstructed, and no one could be seen.

 The man wearing the hood turned around again and looked at the spruce tree in front of him. Only behind the spruce tree could anyone hide.

The moment he turned back, a man flashed out from behind the spruce tree, it was Maurice Dhawan whose right hand was chopped off.

 “Go to hell!” Maurice Dhawan held the dagger in his left hand and thrust it into the abdomen of the hooded man at an extremely fast speed.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　…

It didn’t feel like a sharp knife cutting flesh as expected, but instead it felt like it was being inserted into a stone.

 “Do you like my body armor? Haha.” The man wearing a hood sneered, swung the machete in his hand, and slashed Maurice Dhawan’s left hand.

 “Pfft…”

"ah…"

Maurice Dhawan's left hand was also cut, but it did not fall off this time.

Maurice Dhawan let out a shrill scream, and the dagger fell to the ground.

His hands were injured and he had no ability to resist at all. He turned around and ran away regardless of the pain in his body.

 The man in the hood just watched quietly and took out the golden pocket watch again from his pocket, "I like you.

　That stab you just made made me feel the crisis. It was very exciting. You are a good target.

 I want to play with you again. I hope you can surprise me again.

 60, 59, 58, 57, 56…”

 Two minutes ago.

Beside the light motorcycle, the black woman's body was still lying on the ground, and her blood had seeped into the surrounding ground.

 "Da da..." There was a slight sound of footsteps, and a black-haired young man walked over.

Luke has been following Maurice Dhawan. In order to avoid being discovered by the other party, Luke did not follow too closely, but followed far behind with binoculars.

 Because the light was dark, I almost lost her, and I tracked her with shoe prints before I caught up here.

Through the telescope, he vaguely saw the conflict between Maurice Dhawan and the man in the hood, but Luke did not appear immediately. He was worried that the man in the hood had accomplices.

The sky was dark and the visibility was poor. If the man wearing the hood really had accomplices nearby, Luke would probably be attacked from both sides, which was very dangerous.

 After observing for a while, Luke found no trace of anyone else, so he walked over.

He walked up to the black woman and saw a cold corpse, with the chest cut open and the appearance of death miserable.

Luke also saw an arm on the ground. Although he couldn't see it clearly just now, he could roughly guess that this arm should belong to Maurice Davan.

 The murderer is a ruthless character!

 It is not an easy task to chop off a person's arm with one knife in the air.

Luke guessed that the murderer either had a deep grudge against the two of them, was a pervert, or was trying to rob the treasure.

Another scream came from the distance, it sounded like Maurice Dhawan's, it shouldn't be very far from here.

Luke still rushed over in no hurry and looked at the shoe prints on the ground. He identified the shoe prints of three people, including the shoe prints of Maurice Davan and the black female deceased. He also identified the shoe prints of another man. I have seen it, it is the shoe print that appeared in the cave yesterday.

 Luke probably knew what was going on, as no fifth person was found at the scene.

 Luke continued to walk forward, and he decided to meet the murderer.

 Not to save Maurice Dhawan, but to save the treasure.

 The reason why a treasure hunter kills is most likely because of the treasure, and Luke doesn’t want to miss this opportunity.

 He checked his personal equipment, two pistols and daggers.

 Luke glanced behind him. Walker hadn't arrived yet, so he decided not to wait.

Luke held a gun in both hands and walked towards the scream of Maurice Dhawan. After walking for about a few hundred meters, he saw blood on the ground and shoes that had been slashed, but he did not see Maurice. ·Dhawan’s body.

Luke glanced around, checked the shoe prints on the ground, and chased to the right.

At this moment, he heard a man’s voice, “Old guy, have you hidden it?

do you know? I've been thinking about whether to kill you or cut off some part of your body after I find you this time.

 You are a good prey, and I am really reluctant to kill you. "

Luke followed the sound and walked over quietly and shouted, "Hey, don't move!"

“Wow, has someone joined the game again? But I haven’t invited you yet. It’s very rude of you.”

Luke interrupted and shouted, "Throw away the machete! Raise your hands!"

The hooded man dropped the machete in his hand, slowly raised his hands, and then turned around suddenly.

“Bang, bang, bang!” Luke fired directly, and a bright light shone through the darkness, stinging his eyes.

It turned out that the moment the hooded man turned around, he was shot once in the back, and when he turned around, he was shot again in the chest. However, he was wearing a body armor, and his vital parts were not injured.

The man wearing a hood also fought back, taking out a flashlight with his left hand and shining it at Luke, making the latter temporarily unable to see the target clearly.

　　Then he also took out the revolver from his waist and launched a counterattack, "Bang, bang, bang!"

Luke hurriedly threw himself to the ground and rolled a few times, firstly to avoid the bullets, and secondly to avoid the flashlight, which would make his eyes unable to see the target.

 Luke's movements were very agile, and the opponent's bullet did not hit him. Luke used a precision card and shot the murderer's right wrist.

 “Bang bang!” He fired two shots in a row, one shot missed and the other just hit the opponent’s wrist.

“Ah!” The man wearing a hood screamed, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

 The man wearing the hood squatted down and picked up the gun with his left hand. Luke fired again, "Bang bang!" Two more shots hit the left wrist of the man wearing the hood!

“Ah!” The man in the hood roared, whether it was pain or anger.

 Luke stood up, dusted himself off, and used another precision card. He must find the treasure, otherwise he would suffer a big loss.

 Fortunately, Luke was in good health, and the light was dim, so the bullets fired by the man in the hood did not hit him. Otherwise, a bullet avoidance card would have been consumed, which would have been a real loss.

Luke walked over, kicked the revolver away, and took off his hood.

Under the hood is a white man of about forty years old. There is a scar under his left cheek. Combined with the angry expression on his face, he looks a bit ferocious.

Luke stared at the other person, his eyes falling on the body armor, "You actually inserted a steel plate, what a pervert."

 Ever since he got the bulletproof card, Luke doesn’t like wearing body armor very much. The reasons are complicated.

 First of all, there are many types of body armor. The most common body armor has average protection. It can only protect against pistol bullets, but cannot protect against daggers and rifles. The advantage is that it is lightweight.

 The other option is a bulletproof vest with a steel plate or ceramic inserted into it. This bulletproof ability will be much better, but it will still be uncomfortable after being hit by a rifle, and it will affect the body's flexibility to a certain extent.

Just like Luke just now, if you wear a body armor with steel plates, your body will not be so flexible, and you may not be able to dodge the shots of a man wearing a hood.

 Body armor can only protect the vital parts of the body, and other places may be injured as well.

Of course, for ordinary people, it is definitely safer to wear body armor.

"May I have your name?"

Although the white man was injured, he still did not give in, "Go to hell!"

Luke kicked him down, searched him, and took out a golden pocket watch from his pocket. The retro style and workmanship gave him a feeling of déjà vu.

“As expected, you stole my treasure!”

 (End of this chapter)