"I mean..."
Luke interrupted, "Glad to do your interview. I have to get to work, bye..."
Luke got into the driver's seat, lit a cigarette, and mumbled, "FBI, FBI..."
...
FBI New York Office.
Criminal Investigation Division.
"Knock, knock..."
Luke walked into the office, greeted by a familiar knocking sound.
Michael Jett pointed casually at Luke, "Hey, man, I heard your shooting stance is super cool."
Luke laughed, "I'm just as cool when I'm not shooting.
Did Chen Yue's daughter come back?"
Michael Jett pointed towards the lounge, "Louise is taking care of her."
"What's Chen Yue's status?"
"Fortunately, she got to the hospital in time. The surgery is done, but she's still in the critical care unit.
The gunman is the same, neither is entirely out of danger."
With a "bang," the lounge door opened, and cries echoed, "NO, I want to see my mom."
"Your mom is still in the hospital..."
"Then take me to the hospital, now, immediately..."
