Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 729: Victims, Lackey of the Rich, and Dirty Cop

In the car, Selina told Luke to go to the bakery first. She would pay for the snacks and pastries today.

Gold Nugget nodded in satisfaction and praised her initiative.

Luke took out his phone. “I’ll ask Lucy if the store is open today.”

After the earthquake last night, many shops would definitely be affected today and might not be open.

After saying a few words, he hung up the phone and stepped on the gas. “The good news is that they’re open as usual today.”

Selina knew that he had more to say, so she played along. “And the bad news is...?”

“Business is booming today. If we’re late, we can only buy flour and sugar from them to make the cakes ourselves at home.” Luke smiled bitterly.

After putting his Ghost Butcher identity to rest, the amount of time he spent cooking plummeted, and he didn’t want to make pastries that were too time-consuming.

But today was meant to be a reward for Gold Nugget, and Luke clearly couldn’t use the ordinary pastries he made as a reward.

Lucy was an employee at the bakery they frequented.

The prices at the bakery were on the high end, so business was usually moderate and there rarely was a long line.

Today, however, there weren’t many bakeries in Los Angeles that were still operating as usual.

Gold Nugget whined.

It was well aware of the difference between this shop and a regular bakery.

It didn’t want to eat pig swill at all.

Luke smiled. “Alright, Lucy specially put aside an entire tiramisu cake for us in the kitchen. She guessed that we would want it today.”

Selina snorted. “Wow, she even considered that for your sake. Tell me, how many times has she given you her number?”

Luke said with a smile, “The second time we went, I got her number. Did you forget that we bought over a hundred pastries and became her biggest client?”

Selina was lost for words.

As soon as he said that, she remembered.

Even when Luke went on business trips, Selina used Luke’s VIP client status at the bakery, and Lucy would be as enthusiastic as always.

Thanks to Luke’s astonishing purchasing power, Lucy always hit her monthly sales ahead of schedule and received a huge bonus for it.

Of course, Luke wasn’t stupid enough to tell Selina that Lucy had called him privately several times to ask him out for coffee.

The main thing was that he was too busy at night to pick up girls.

Luke frowned when he reached the bakery.

Selina also looked at the bakery not far away. It was noisy and a lot of people were running over.

But they weren’t running fast and didn’t look especially scared as they looked at something.

Many people even ran across the street and craned their necks to watch.

Luke and Selina looked at each other.

“Dear God, please let our tiramisu be safe.” Selina was a little worried. She had promised a certain dog head a delicious cake, and it would probably mock her if she failed.

Luke said, “Although I want to comfort you and say it will be fine, the probability isn’t very high.”

Gold Nugget was a little nervous. This was a reward it had earned fair and square, and it had been personally acknowledged by the fiend.

If it was gone, wouldn’t that be a waste of the plan it had racked its brain to come up with on the spur of the moment yesterday?

Luke said, “Okay, I guarantee we’ll get good food today. If this shop doesn’t have any, we’ll get gourmet burgers from In-N-Out for lunch.”

Saying that, he opened the door and quickly headed to the bakery.

Squeezing through the crowd, he saw a group of people inside.

They were holding signs in their hands and talking animatedly.

In the bakery, two female employees, including Lucy, were talking to the two leaders with helpless expressions.

However, the man roared angrily, “You rich people eat like kings, but never think of helping the community. You’re all vampires.”

Luke silently fished out his badge and hung it around his neck before he pushed the people aside to enter the store.

The person who had been pushed aside opened his mouth to curse, but when he saw Luke’s badge, he shut up.

Luke was quick, and after he entered the shop, he patted the two people yelling at the shop employees.

“What are you doing?” The man and woman turned their heads unhappily, only to see Luke standing behind them with his badge. They choked.

Luke said, “LAPD. Is there a problem here?”

Lucy was pleasantly surprised. “Luke, you’re here?”

The men and women instantly turned vigilant. “Are you on the same side?”

Luke looked at them like they were idiots. “I’m a customer here. Can it be you’re with McDonalds and In-N-Out?”

They were lost for words again.

Luke said, “Alright, I’m going to ask you now: What did these two employees do wrong? Did they give you the wrong change or wrong order?”

The pair looked at each other, before the woman said, “They refuse to provide us with food.”

Luke looked at Lucy.

Lucy, who was quite familiar with Luke, quickly said, “No, that’s not it. They want us to give them pastries for free, but we have no instructions to do so. We’ve contacted the boss, but she has something on and can’t make it...”

Luke had a rough idea about what was going on.

This was a high-end bakery that wasn’t big and didn’t have many customers.

There were only two female employees in the store and no manager.

Lucy had been working here for a long time. She had a good attitude and was highly rated by the customers. Thus, there had never been a formal manager here.

Luke raised his hand. “Got it. So, these two are protesting because you’re not giving them anything for free?”

The pair shouted angrily, “We’re disaster victims, we need help.”

Luke said calmly, “Is this a welfare agency? Or a church rescue center providing free provisions?”

Looking at the pair who didn’t say anything, he continued, “This bakery doesn’t have a lot of stock every day; it would already be pretty good if they can feed three hundred people. If you want the disaster victims of Los Angeles to be fed well, you can go protest at the fast food restaurants. Each one has enough to feed two thousand people. So, why are you here?”

“You, you’re a lackey of the rich!” the woman screamed. “You’re the ones who help the rich squeeze us ordinary people dry.”

“That’s right. You come here to eat often. The cakes here are so expensive, you must be a dirty cop!” the man on the side quickly chimed in.

Luke smiled and took out a pen from his pocket. At the same time, he tore off part of a poster ad in the bakery and wrote down a few numbers on it before handing the slip of paper to them. “This is the complaints line for LAPD’s Internal Affairs Division, the complaints line for Westside’s Department of Internal Affairs, and the hotline number for the Police Chief at HQ. You can file a complaint directly with them if you have any evidence.”

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