For someone like Luke Johnson, who was struggling in life, getting rich would be the best kind of adventure.

Luke Johnson picked up his glass and took a sip, savoring it in his mouth. There was a faint tartness and spiciness, and the alcohol was quite strong.

There were snacks at the self-service area. He chose a small plate of nuts and some salted pretzels; the rest were too sweet for his taste.

A waft of perfume drifted over. Luke Johnson turned his head and saw a young woman approaching.

“Hi, sorry to bother you. We meet again.” The woman looked familiar—it was the same woman who had driven the convertible yesterday.

Today, she was dressed in a black business suit, giving her a more capable and professional air.

Luke Johnson looked her up and down. “Miss, may I ask your name?”

“Daisy Smith, just call me Daisy Smith.

Even though you didn’t help, I still want to thank you on behalf of my car tire.”

Luke Johnson smiled. “I was just afraid your boyfriend would misunderstand.”

“You’re so thoughtful.” Daisy Smith tossed out the remark and walked away.

Luke Johnson continued to drink at his leisure, thoroughly enjoying the relaxed atmosphere.

“Your scratch-off ticket, good luck.” The bartender handed Luke Johnson a set of scratch-off tickets.

“How much?”

Luke Johnson rubbed his hands together, already a little impatient.

“Five dollars for the whiskey, five dollars for the scratch-off. A generous lady already paid for you, and even gave me a five-dollar tip.”

“Who paid for me?”

“It was that pretty lady who just spoke to you. She’s already left.”

Luke Johnson shook his head. “I don’t need anyone to pay for me. I’ll pay myself.”

The bartender winked, speaking like someone in the know. “Hey, relax, this is normal in a bar.

Next time, you can buy her a drink, chat a bit more—who knows what might happen?”

Luke Johnson sighed lightly. “It’s not the drink money I care about, it’s the scratch-off.

If I win, whose prize is it? I don’t want any trouble.”

……

Leaving the bar, Daisy Smith walked into a neighborhood street.

The lighting was a bit dim, and there were no pedestrians visible ahead.

She vaguely heard footsteps behind her. Turning to look, she saw a man following at a distance, his face unclear.

Daisy Smith grew a bit nervous and quickened her pace.

The footsteps behind her grew faster and closer.

Wearing high heels, she couldn’t outrun him and nearly twisted her ankle.

Panicking, she reached her right hand into her shoulder bag, seemingly searching for something.

She pulled out a small bottle from her bag and turned to face behind her. The man was wearing a baseball cap, his face still obscured. “Who are you?

Why… No…”

Daisy Smith didn’t finish her sentence before she saw the man pull a gun from his bag.

“Bang!”

Daisy Smith was struck as if by lightning, collapsing straight to the ground and instantly losing consciousness.

The man in the baseball cap walked over and kicked the bottle from Daisy Smith’s right hand, then dragged her into a corner of the street.

He opened the travel bag in his hand, put Daisy Smith’s shoulder bag inside, took off her shoes and tossed them in, then reached for her jacket…

Suddenly, a voice sounded not far away: “LAPD, put your hands up!”

“Fuck! How can there be a cop?” The man in the baseball cap looked shocked.

“Hands up!”

“Don’t shoot!” The man looked at Luke Johnson, slowly raising his hands.

Luke Johnson approached the suspect with his gun drawn, stopping a few meters away. “Face down, lie on the ground, hands behind your back.”

“Sir, you might be mistaken. She’s my girlfriend. She’s sick, I’m helping her.”

“Shut up. Eyes forward. Don’t move.”

With his right hand holding the gun, Luke Johnson took out handcuffs with his left, pressed his knee on the suspect, cuffed him from behind, and pulled down his pants.

“You have the right to remain silent.

If you do not remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in court.

You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning.

If you cannot afford an attorney, the court will provide one for you free of charge.”

After reading the Miranda warning, Luke Johnson felt like his days as a cop had come back to him.

A voice sounded in his mind: [You have completed an adventure experience. The adventure card has been activated and used.]

Chapter 5: Suspicion

Luke Johnson immediately contacted his colleagues.

Though those guys weren’t the most likable, they were reliable.

He checked Daisy Smith’s condition—her breathing was normal, and she was not in any immediate danger.

He began to examine the scene.

The weapon used by the suspect was a taser. The travel bag contained Daisy Smith’s shoulder bag and shoes, and one button on her jacket had been undone.

Luke Johnson immediately thought of the “taser robbery case.”

But something felt off.

Today was Thursday.

According to the suspect’s previous pattern, he usually committed crimes on Fridays.

Both victims in the “taser robbery case” had long blonde hair, but Daisy Smith had long brown hair.

The time of the crime and the victim’s characteristics didn’t match.

“You… why are you here? Did you save me?” Daisy Smith opened her eyes, looking around in fear.

She propped herself up with both hands, trying to sit up, but was too weak.

Luke Johnson showed his badge. “LAPD. You don’t need to be afraid. I’ve already subdued the suspect.”