Chương 997: All Big Bosses Have Secret Compartments In Their Basements?

Luke frowned, but still took out his gun and rolled down the window.

This was New Jersey, but a bunch of people had died in the villa.

He wouldn't shoot unless it was absolutely necessary, to avoid the New Jersey police investigating him, but he also didn't want to see a police officer who was just doing his job be killed.

On the drone screen, the man got up with difficulty and opened the door.

"Good evening, John," the patrol officer greeted him.

"Good evening, Jimmy. Noise complaint?" John replied calmly.

On the drone screen, the pistol at his back hadn't moved.

The officer nodded slowly. "That's right, noise complaint." Then, he tilted his head and looked in through the gap next to John, only to see the body of a man in a black suit lying on the ground.

John also turned around.

Luke raised his gun, but just rested it on his half-rolled down window, and didn't take aim.