Adventure Card, Passive Card, will automatically disappear when an adventure occurs.

Detection Card, Active Card, function unknown'

Luke Johnson sat up from the bed, all traces of sleepiness instantly gone.

The function of the Adventure Card was basically figured out—it passively triggers adventures.

The Detection Card, judging from its name, might be some kind of perception card.

However, the specific detection range and attributes are still unclear; probably only known after use.

Out of 10 draws, 8 times he got a thousand dollars. Judging from the results, a thousand dollars is basically the “thank you for participating” prize.

This system is really awesome.

With this money, Luke Johnson's financial situation could improve.

Luke Johnson subconsciously wondered, “How do I claim the prize?”

A voice sounded in his mind, {Two ways to claim: The first is to directly deposit into the host’s bank account. (Instant arrival)

The second is to deliver to the host through legitimate channels. (Depending on the actual situation)}

Luke Johnson thought about it. Both methods had their pros and cons. Instant arrival was definitely satisfying, but once or twice is fine—if it happens too often, it could cause problems.

If the police are the second most powerful organization in America, then the only one that dares claim first place is the IRS.

If they get targeted by them, Luke Johnson could easily be seen as a dirty cop.

To be safe, he chose the second method.

Chapter 6 Taser Gun

To deliver to the host through legitimate channels. (Depending on the actual situation)

Luke Johnson is a cop, earning a fixed salary, with no other sources of income.

Eight thousand dollars isn’t a small sum; he needed to think of a way to get the money.

Scratch-off lottery tickets.

The five scratch-offs Luke Johnson bought hadn’t been used yet—now was the perfect time.

Luke Johnson took out the scratch-offs and a one-dollar coin.

The rules for the fruit scratch-off are simple: under the coating are fruits, and if there’s a row of the same fruit, you win the dollar amount shown at the end.

Luke Johnson scratched off the coating: banana, apple, grape, watermelon, orange—a wide variety of fruits.

The second scratch-off was a miss.

The third was a miss.

The fourth was a miss.

Luke Johnson was a bit frustrated. Only one scratch-off left. Did he guess wrong? Was this method of cashing out not going to work?

He started scratching the fifth one.

Banana, banana, banana—at the end, it said $8,000.

“Yeah!”

Luke Johnson pumped his fist hard.

He was excited not just because he got eight thousand dollars.

More importantly, the “Detective System” had a continuous money-making ability.

……

Friday, 7:58 a.m.

Detective Bureau.

Luke Johnson walked energetically into the office: “Good morning.”

He stood up straight, his voice a bit louder than usual.

Money gives a man courage—no matter the country.

David Smith rubbed his shiny bald head: “It’s morning for you, but for us it’s just after our shift. Gotta chug some coffee and keep working on the case.

Oh my god, is it too late for me to change careers?”

Luke Johnson put a plastic bag on the table: “You’ve all worked hard. I brought you breakfast—on the house.”

“What?”

David Smith looked at Luke Johnson in surprise: “You’re getting weirder and weirder. Are you sure you don’t need to see a doctor?”

David Smith is hot-tempered and reckless, not well-liked in the “Robbery and Homicide Division.” Although he often bickers and mocks Luke Johnson, the two are actually pretty close.

Simply put, they’re troublemaking friends who stick together.

Luke Johnson shrugged: “If you want to lose weight, I won’t force you. Your belly is almost as big as a pregnant woman’s.”

“I want a hot dog and a nonfat vanilla latte.” Vincent Johnson wasn’t shy at all. He smiled at Luke Johnson: “Kid, I’m starting to like you.”

“You’ll get used to it.” After saying that, Luke Johnson knocked on the captain’s office door,

“Captain, breakfast is here.”

The door opened, and Susan Smith came out, dark circles under her eyes—she probably hadn’t slept all night.

Susan Smith took a cup of milk tea: “Thanks, I’ll savor it.”

Everyone knew Luke Johnson was trying to win people over.

But he spent real money, so it was an open strategy.

Luke Johnson picked up a box of hand-cut fries, eating as he asked the ravenous David Smith, “Any progress with the interrogation?”

David Smith took a sip of cola and swallowed: “You actually care about the case? That’s rare.”

“I caught the guy. I have the right and duty to know the suspect’s status.”

Although the “Detective System” didn’t give a clear prompt, from last night’s events Luke Johnson had basically figured out the system’s rules: solving cases or catching suspects earns a chance to draw a prize.

Each draw could get a thousand dollars.

With such a bright financial future, how could Luke Johnson not be tempted?

“No need to remind me—the whole bureau knows.” David Smith dug out a statement from a messy pile of files and handed it to Luke Johnson,

“The suspect admitted to last night’s robbery, but denies any connection to the previous two ‘taser gun robberies.’

He said he saw news about the taser gun robberies and decided on the spur of the moment to imitate the crime and frame the other party.”

Luke Johnson had considered this possibility. Both suspects used tasers, but the details of the crimes were clearly different. He pressed further: “What about the motive?”