A few minutes later, Luke Johnson entered the Captain's office.

"Captain, you wanted to see me?"

"Yes." Susan Smith kept a cold expression, gesturing for Luke Johnson to sit down in the chair across from her.

"What can I do for you?"

Susan Smith leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk: "I haven't been in the 'Robbery-Homicide Division' for long, but I can sense that you all don't like me.

I feel the same way.

But I don't want to bring that attitude into our work."

"You misunderstood, I've never thought that way."

"Luke Johnson, ever since you got injured last time, your whole demeanor has been off. You refuse to work overtime, you're picky about assignments, and you're always distracted in meetings.

If your injury is preventing you from handling your current job, I can help you apply for a transfer to a less demanding position."

If it had been a few days ago, Luke Johnson might not have cared about a transfer, but now things were different.

He had just obtained the Detective System and still hadn't figured out how it was triggered, but judging by the name, the 'Detective System' was probably related to the police profession.

He wasn't sure if a change in position would affect the 'Detective System'.

Even if it was just for the Detective System, he had to stay for now.

"After my injury, my mindset did change a bit. I realized that family is the most important thing, and I wanted to spend more time with them, so I didn't want to work overtime.

I believe in my abilities. Even without overtime, I can still do my job well and be an indispensable part of this team."

"I'm willing to believe you.

But your current state and your colleagues' opinions make me doubt that.

I want to see your actions and improvement. Otherwise, whether you like it or not, I will help you apply for a transfer. Do you understand?"

"Give me half a month, and you'll see my value to the team." Half a month would be enough for Luke Johnson to figure out the 'Detective System'.

Susan Smith's tone was completely emotionless: "You only have one week."

Chapter 4: Gratitude from a Tire

Luke Johnson walked out of the office, and a Black man standing by the water cooler looked at him with an exaggerated expression.

The Black man, named Marcus Johnson, was known as the big mouth of the detective bureau: "Wow, I think I heard someone is getting transferred? Don't tell me it's you?"

"You heard wrong."

Marcus Johnson asked in his signature rap-like rhythm, "Yeah, if it were me, I wouldn't admit it either. I'd just quietly pack up and leave."

Luke Johnson glanced at the office and walked a bit farther away: "The one getting transferred is Captain."

Deputy Vincent pressed, "Captain said that herself?"

Luke Johnson nodded: "Of course, Captain wants me to take over her position."

"Heh heh..." Marcus Johnson let out a mocking laugh, "Are you kidding me? I'm more qualified than you to be Captain."

Luke Johnson said seriously, "I thought so too, so I recommended you to Captain Susan."

Marcus Johnson asked instinctively, "What did Captain say?"

Luke Johnson imitated Susan Smith's tone with a serious face and shouted, "Shut up, get out of my sight immediately.

So I left."

Marcus Johnson was dumbfounded, not reacting for a moment.

Deputy Vincent shook his head: "Marcus Johnson, you got played."

"Haha..."

The other colleagues also started laughing.

By the time Marcus Johnson realized what had happened, Luke Johnson was already back at his desk.

He had indeed been a bit unmotivated lately, for a variety of reasons.

A Chinese police officer becoming an LA detective required a lot of learning and adaptation—culture, life, work, mindset, environment...

It wasn't easy.

Luke Johnson had read transmigration novels before, where the protagonists quickly adapted to their new identities and even outperformed the original owners.

In reality, it was much harder.

Strictly speaking, he was just a rookie now, while Susan Smith was judging him by the standards of an elite detective.

Luke Johnson shook his head, pushing aside the messy thoughts.

Time to get to work. At the end of the day, a cop's main job is to solve cases.

As long as he cracked the 'Taser Robbery Case', all problems would be solved.

Luke Johnson pulled out the files for the two cases and started studying them.

The suspect's motive was unclear; maybe they were hiding their real reason for committing the crime...

...

8 p.m.

Flying Bar.

After transmigrating, Luke Johnson had also come to enjoy bar culture and often came for a drink after work.

Today, Luke Johnson wasn't just here to relax—he had another purpose.

The bar had been renovated last year and had a nice atmosphere, with a dance floor, entertainment area, booths, and a bar counter.

It wasn't very crowded at this hour, and Luke Johnson sat on a high stool near the bar.

A bartender in a black vest came over: "What would you like to drink today?"

The bartender was a middle-aged white man. Luke Johnson was a regular here, and the two got along well.

"Whiskey."

The bartender poured half a glass of whiskey and set it on the bar: "Anything else?"

"Give me five scratch-off lottery tickets."

The U.S. is a lottery powerhouse, with all kinds of lotteries, and each state can set up its own lottery regulatory and issuing agencies.

Bars, supermarkets, gas stations, clubs, and other convenient places all have retail points.

Luke Johnson rarely bought lottery tickets before; he thought it was a waste of money.

But now he had a 'Chance Encounter Card'.