MTL - Los Angeles Detective-Chapter 453 trap

  Chapter 453 Trap

   "Fuck!"

  Luke was taken aback, and instinctively pulled out a pistol from his waist.

  The black face by the window also showed panic, turned and ran.

   Can run and is alive.

   People are scary, there are few people in this empty canyon, and there is a silent face beside the window, anyone will be shocked.

  Walker was also frightened. Someone approached the RV without noticing, "I'll keep this dog."

  If there is a dog, there is a high probability that they can hear the movement.

  Walker observes the car monitoring, and Luke observes the outside situation from the window.

  A black man ran away in a panic, and he seemed frightened too.

  Luke checked the pistol and magazines, "I'll get out of the car and have a look."

   Walker held the handle of the revolver with his right hand, "Be careful, I will cover you."

   "Don't be too nervous, maybe it's just an ordinary tourist." Luke opened the door, looked around, and got out of the RV.

  The black man who was peeking at the RV seemed to run behind a large rock and hide.

   "Hi, anyone? Come out and say hello."

   "I'm not a bad person, please don't shoot." The black man poked his head out from behind the big rock.

  Luke beckoned, motioning for the other party to come out from behind the stone, "Who are you?"

   "I'm a traveler in trouble, looking for help."

   "Then why didn't you knock on the door, but looked into the window furtively?"

   "I just want to see if there is anyone in there, and if there is, I will knock on the door."

   Luke asked back, "What if there is no one?"

"I'll leave or wait around the RV for you to come back. I know the rules and I'm not a bad guy." A black man came out from behind the big rock. He was about the same height as Luke. He looked young, probably in his early twenties .

   "What are you doing in Red Rock Canyon?"

"travel."

"How many people do you have?"

   "Two people, my companion and I got separated accidentally, and now I'm alone. I'm a good person, and I'm just here for help."

   "Do you have a weapon?"

   "Yes, I have a pistol for self-defense."

   "Does your companion have a weapon?"

   "Not as far as I know."

   "Did you fire a gun last night?"

"No."

   In other words, he was not the one who drove the wolves away last night. Luke put away his pistol, and there was only one person on the other side who was not a big threat.

  The black man came over and shook hands with Luke, "Hi, hello, my name is Armas Martin, and I am a traveler from New York State."

   "Are you from New York?"

   "Yes, I know it's a bit far away, but it's so beautiful here, it deeply attracted me, like a mother calling her child, can you understand that feeling?"

   "Yes, I can." Walker also stepped out of the RV, "This is why I came to Red Rock Canyon."

  Amas Martin said in a sincere tone, "Sorry, I shouldn't have approached the RV without permission."

  "Yes, this is indeed very rude, and it is a dangerous behavior.

  If it is at night...the consequences will be disastrous. "

  Walker looked at Armas Martin. He has been in the judicial field for many years, and he is very accurate in judging people. Based on his experience, he should not be too threatening. He invited, "Comeon, let's have a cup of coffee."

   "Thank you." Armas Martin walked to the RV, swallowed, and sniffed vigorously, "Are you guys having breakfast?"

   Walker said, "Yes, do you want some?"

   "Great, I'm stuck in this **** place all night, tired and hungry.

  God bless you, what a nice man. "Amas Martin showed a grateful look.

  Walker waved his hand, "You're welcome, it's just a meal."

   Luke asked, "Didn't you store food before you entered the canyon?"

  "Yes, my friend and I drove two cars, and the food was in the other car. We separated yesterday...

  A meeting point was agreed, but because my car broke down, I couldn’t make it to the agreed point, so it happened like this.

  I'm really starving. "

  Although Armas Martin didn't look dangerous, he was a stranger after all. Walker and the others didn't invite him into the RV. Instead, they moved the folding dining table outside, and the three of them had breakfast outside the RV.

  Amas Martin was starving. As soon as he sat at the dining table, he picked up the coffee and drank it in one gulp. He picked up the milk on the side and it dried up. He picked up the bread and ate it.

  The other party's eating appearance indirectly recognized his cooking skills, Walker smiled, "Young man, what trouble are you in?"

  "Yesterday afternoon, my car had a problem. I couldn't walk to the meeting point. My friend's mobile phone and walkie-talkie couldn't be reached. I could only wait for rescue.

  Last night I heard coyotes howling and it was a rough night. "

   "Did you hear gunshots last night?"

"Yes."

   Luke asked, "Did you get surrounded by coyotes before the gunfire, or after?"

   "After that." Armas Martin finished speaking, and asked back, "Did you shoot?"

"No, we are also looking for the shooter." Luke guessed that the coyotes were attracted by the smell of grilled lamb chops around the RV, and then someone drove the wolves away with a shotgun, and the wolves ran to besiege Armas Martin. up.

  This unlucky guy is tantamount to indirectly helping Luke and the two to block the gun.

  Amas Martin said, "I feel like the gunshots are coming from this direction. I came here this morning to try my luck. I didn't expect to meet you.

  Thank you again for the breakfast. "

   Walker asked, "What's wrong with your car? Is there anything we can do to help?"

   "Can I have some gas? My car is out of gas."

   "Sorry, we want to help you too, but we're diesel cars."

   "That's a pity." Armas Martin was obviously a little disappointed, "I can only think of other ways, thank you all."

   Walker asked, "Did you not refuel before entering the canyon?"

   "Refill, and fill up the gas tank.

  I parked the car on the south side of the canyon yesterday afternoon, and then went to play in the canyon. When I came back, I found the cap of the gas tank was open, and the gasoline in it was gone, and some **** stole my gas. "

   Walker asked, "Did you lose anything else in the car?"

   "No, nothing else is lost."

  Walker said, "This is the first time I've heard that thieves don't steal the contents of the car, only gasoline."

   "That's right, I'm also wondering. I wonder if I've encountered a pervert." Armas Martin stuffed the remaining bread into his mouth, showing a satisfied expression.

   "What are your plans now?"

   "I have to find a way to get gasoline, and I can't push the car back." Armas Martin turned to look at Luke and the two, "When are you two planning to go back? Can you take me for a ride?"

   "We just came to the canyon to play for a few days, and we don't plan to go back for the time being." Walker looked at Luke and said, "Don't you have the contact information of the canyon administrator, maybe he can help."

   "Let me look for it." Luke returned to the RV and came out again with a business card in his hand,

   "This is a person we met in the rest area. He claims to be a canyon administrator and his name is Carlos. If you need help, you can try to contact him."

   "Thank you, this is exactly what I need." Armas Martin showed gratitude, took out his mobile phone and dialed the number on the business card, but couldn't get through.

  Amas Martin called again on the walkie-talkie, but there was still no response.

  Walker looked at the walkie-talkie in his hand, "Your little guy can't do it, let's use our big guy."

  Walker took Armas Martin into the caravan, turned on the intercom, adjusted the channel, and called through the intercom on the caravan, "Hi, can you hear me?"

   "Yes, I'm Carlos, the canyon administrator. What's the matter?" A man's voice came from the opposite side.

   "Hi, Carlos administrator, hello, my name is Armas Martin, and I'm here to travel in Red Rock Canyon. My car is out of gas, and I can't leave Red Rock Canyon now. Can you help me?"

   "The car won't start?"

"Yes."

   "Anything else wrong?"

   "No, just out of gas."

   "Where are you now?"

   "I don't know where this is? My walkie-talkie is too short, and I'm using someone else's walkie-talkie."

   "I need to know your location to help you. There are many signposts in the canyon. You can look around."

  Amas Martin thought for a while, looked at the surrounding environment, "I'm on the south bank of the canyon.

  By the way, I remembered, there is a sign about a few hundred meters away from my car, which says D287. "

   The walkie-talkie repeats, "D287?"

"Yes."

   "Okay, I know your approximate location, I can send the gasoline there."

   "Thank you so much."

   "You're welcome, there is a fee for this."

"How much?"

   "Five gallons, five hundred dollars."

   "God, you are too expensive! This is no different from stealing money!" Armas Martin complained.

   "I'm a canyon ranger, not a nanny. If you think it's expensive, you don't have to."

  Amas Martin gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, "Can it be cheaper?"

   "I still have work this morning. If you can wait, I will deliver it to you in the afternoon. You will only be charged $400."

   "Are you sure you can come this afternoon?"

   "Not sure, I'll wait until I arrange the work."

  Amas Martin lost his temper completely, "Okay, five hundred dollars is five hundred dollars, when will you be able to come?"

   "Within an hour." After speaking, the other side of the walkie-talkie hung up.

  Amas Martin said helplessly, "This guy is simply a vampire."

  Luke said, "I don't know him either, I just ran into him in the rest area."

   "It's none of your business, I still want to thank you." Armas Martin stood up, "I'm leaving, waiting for that vampire to deliver the gasoline."

  Luke kindly reminded, "Dude, be careful when traveling alone."

   "I will. Forgot to ask, what are you doing here?"

  Luke said perfunctorily, "We are also here to travel."

   "I wish you all a good time." Armas Martin got out of the RV and walked towards the distance.

   Walker on the side asked, "Luke, what do you think?"

  Luke shook his head, he has no idea now.

  Since the two came to the canyon, various things have continued.

   First, I met Carlos, the administrator of the canyon. He persuaded the two not to enter the canyon on the grounds that the tourists were missing.

  In the evening, the RV was attacked by wolves again, and then there was the sound of shotguns.

  Luke and the others took turns to watch the night, and found nothing unusual. Instead, a peeping black guy came out early in the morning and said that the oil in his car had been stolen.

   It looks weird no matter how you look at it.

  There is also Carlos, the canyon administrator, who can deliver gasoline within an hour of replying.

  Yesterday, Luke and the others left the rest area and drove here for more than three hours. Even if they stopped and stopped on the road, the driving time was still two hours.

   This shows that he is not far from here.

   Did he write and direct the theft of gasoline? Stealing Armas Martin's gasoline just to sell it at a high price?

   This is not right either, Armas Martin does not have his contact information, and Luke provided that business card.

  If Armas Martin hadn't met Walker and himself, they would not be able to contact each other.

  Or maybe I thought too much, these are just accidents?

   After packing up briefly, Luke and Walker drove the RV into the bottom of the canyon according to last night's plan.

  The road in the canyon was winding and rugged. After driving for a while, the road ahead narrowed and the RV encountered difficulties in passing.

   Luke and the two parked the RV in a safe area, got out of the car and hiked to the bottom of the canyon.

   The two of them didn't carry many things, water, food, guns, and medical kits.

  Walker also brought his sniper rifle.

  Sniper rifles are large-caliber bullets, which are more effective against wild animals.

  Luke's Glock pistol fires fast and has a lot of bullets, so it can deal with people well.

  But it is not suitable for use in the wild. The bullets are too small and powerful, so it is difficult to kill the beast with one blow. Injuring the beast will only make it more ferocious.

   On his next backcountry adventure, Luke would consider carrying a revolver or shotgun.

   "It's so beautiful here!" Walker sighed, took off the camera he was carrying to take a picture, and handed it to Luke beside him, "What do you think?"

   "Good shot."

  Walker laughed, "Compared with nature, we human beings are too small. Come out and take a look, those troubles are nothing.

  The bigger the heart, the smaller the worries. "

  Luke took out the treasure map to check, "According to the treasure map, there should be a balance stone nearby. As long as we find the balance stone, it means that we are not far from the treasure location."

  Walker looked around with his mobile phone, "Dude, don't be so arbitrary. There are many balance stones in Red Rock Canyon, and it can only be used as one of the markers."

  Walker took a few steps forward and found that Luke hadn't followed. He turned his head and looked back. Luke was squatting on the ground, as if observing something, "What did you find?"

   "I found tire marks, like motorcycles."

  Walker also came over to check, frowned and said, "No, this wheel doesn't look like a motorcycle."

  Luke said, "It should be a three-wheeled motorcycle with a bucket on the right side of the motorcycle."

   "It's interesting, this kind of motorcycle is quite suitable for adventure and treasure hunting."

  Luke pointed to the tire print, "The print should be new."

  Walker laughed, "It seems that there are quite a few people traveling to this canyon."

  Luke also stood up and continued walking.

  The two of them walked for more than 20 minutes before reaching the bottom of the canyon. Looking at the tall rock walls on both sides was another sight.

  The sun was getting higher and higher, and the two wanted to find a shady place to rest for a while, and finally found a shade of a tree, but found a rattlesnake under the tree.

  In the spirit of first come, first served, the two of them continued on their way without disturbing the rattlesnake's rest.

  Walker looked around with his binoculars, "Hey, I seem to have spotted that tricycle, but I didn't see anyone."

  Luke is still very interested in that motorcycle, "Let's go and have a look."

  Led by Walker, the two found the black tricycle. The motorcycle was locked, and there was indeed no one around.

  Luke first looked around, then looked down at the ground, and said, "There should be only one person on the other side."

"How did you know?"

  Luke pointed to the ground, "There is only one person's shoe print, it should be a man."

  Walker walked to the black tricycle. This car looked old and had many scratches, but it didn't affect its use.

   He stood by the car and asked, "Isn't it cool?"

   "Shall I take a picture of you?"

   "Forget it, you should get permission from the owner before taking pictures." Walker waved his hand and whispered, "I think the owner of this tricycle is also here to hunt for treasure."

   "Don't worry about him, let's look for it according to our own route."

  The two continued to move forward, Luke faintly felt a sound, and made a gesture to Walker.

  Walker picked up the binoculars to check, "There is a man sitting on the ground in front of him, he seems to be injured."

  He handed the binoculars to Luke.

  Luke also looked into the distance. The man looked like he had injured his foot and was carrying a shotgun on his back. No one else was seen around.

  Luke said, "Find a high-lying place nearby that is easy to hide, and I'll go and have a look."

"Be careful."

  The two acted separately, and Walker walked a little further and found a high ground that was convenient for hiding. He was lying on the ground, holding a telescope in his left hand, and a sniper rifle on his right.

  Luke walked towards the injured man.

  The voice became more and more clear, "fuck! It hurts me to death, which **** did it?

   If let me know who? You are dead. "

  Luke didn't get too close, and purposely raised his voice early, "Hey, buddy, need help?"

  The wounded man suddenly raised his head. He was an old white man with gray hair. His first reaction was to raise his shotgun.

  Luke opened his arms, "Don't be nervous, I'm here for a tour, I saw you were injured, and wanted to see if you need help?"

   Seeing that Luke was not holding a weapon, the old white man also breathed a sigh of relief, and put down the shotgun, "Sorry, I was a little too nervous.

  You better stand where you are, some **** set up a bear trap here, and I don't want you to be like me. "

  Luke saw clearly now that there was an iron clip clamped on the old white man's foot, and he was trying to break it open with his hands, but the effect was not great.

   "How did you fall into a bear trap?"

  The old white man gritted his teeth and said, "No, this is not for catching animals, but for catching people. Someone deliberately set a trap!"

  (end of this chapter)