Luke, Xiao Hei, and Agent Anthony visited Bowen Pierdon's home.

Xiao Hei drove, Agent Anthony sat in the passenger seat, and Luke sat in the back, looking at his phone.

The case had been named the "5.10 Shooting Case" due to the large number of people involved; Reid had also called in more personnel from the secondary team of the Robbery and Murder Department to join in the investigation.

To facilitate communication, a temporary chat group for the 5.10 Shooting Case had been established.

The primary team arrived early and took charge of the scene directly, while the secondary team was responsible for taking statements from the students and teachers.

It was a tough job, with over 600 people at the high school. Although school had ended, most of the people had not left, with at least four to five hundred people around.

In many people's impressions, students in Los Angeles finish school early and have a relatively light academic load.

In fact, that wasn't the case; parents abroad were also very demanding. Top schools were just as competitive, involving not only the regular curriculum but also up to dozens of tutoring classes and a variety of sports programs.

The students' time was fully scheduled, albeit with more choices available to them.

Luke asked, "Did Agent Fannie carry a gun at school?"

Anthony replied, "Absolutely."

Xiao Hei asked, "Didn't you say she was experienced and a good shot? How then could she have been killed?"

Anthony pinched his forehead, "I've been thinking about this too. I suspect that Fannie was likely the first victim, shot by the suspect when she was totally unprepared."

Luke dismissed this speculation, "The secondary team was taking statements from the students, and according to one student, the first gunshot was heard when Fannie was not on the second floor of the teaching building. She was not the first victim.

The first victim was likely someone on the third floor."

Anthony analyzed, "That suggests the situation Fannie encountered was complex, with threats not coming from just one direction. There could have been more than one perpetrator."

In the midst of their conversation, the three arrived at Bowen Pierdon's house.

Bowen Pierdon's house was located in a fairly remote area, with a considerable distance between houses.

The car stopped at the roadside, and Luke and the others got out one after another.

Luke kept his right hand on his gun holster and swept his gaze around the area; Pierdon's yard was large, though not particularly tidy.

As they walked into the yard, a series of "bang, bang..." sounds were heard.

Faint gunshots could be heard.

Anthony drew his pistol and whispered, "Stay alert; the gunshots came from inside the garage."

The garage door was closed tightly, operated by an electric roller, which could be opened from both inside and outside. Luke pressed the roller switch, "Be careful."

The roller door slowly opened.

Luke and his companions suddenly flashed out from both sides,

"LAPD!"

"FBI!"

"Raise your hands; don't move!"

"No tricks, keep your hands where I can see them."

Inside the garage, two men were looking towards the garage door, the younger man holding a gun, looking stunned.

The middle-aged man raised his hands, "Hey, please don't misunderstand, we were just practicing shooting at home.

Bo Bowen, put that damn pistol down."

Anthony warned, "Young man, don't be nervous, kneel down, put the gun on the ground, and no sudden movements."

Bo slowly knelt down and placed the handgun on the ground.

Anthony said, "Good, now step away from that gun; we need to talk."

Bowen's father said, "Sir, we were just practicing shooting in the garage."

"It's not allowed to practice shooting in a residential area, do as I say."

Bowen and his father complied, walking out of the garage with their hands raised.

Luke and Xiao Hei gave a routine frisk to the father and son.

Bowen's father was somewhat indignant, "Hey, this is my home; how can you treat us like this?"

Luke cautioned, "Just because you have guns doesn't mean you can use them recklessly. If you want to practice shooting, go to a shooting range; shooting randomly in the community is already a violation of the rules. Do you want to be sued, or would you prefer being driven out by your neighbors?"

"No, I only wanted to teach my son some self-defense after hearing that his school had experienced a shooting."

Luke asked, "How old is he?"

"17."

"The law states you must be 21 to purchase a handgun; don't you think it's a bit early?"

"It's my gun; I just wanted to teach him ahead of time."

"Next time go to a shooting range, not at home, OK?"

"No problem, it won't happen again. I was just alarmed upon hearing about the shooting at my son's school," Bowen's father said sincerely, "Sir, can we let this go? We promise it won't happen again."

Luke didn't want to waste time on small matters, "We can overlook the shooting in the garage for now, but we need to talk to Bowen."

"Why talk to my son? Is there a problem?"

Luke showed his badge, "I am Detective Chief Luke from the police department, investigating today's shooting, and I'd like to understand some issues from Bowen."

"What issues?" Bowen's father stood in front of his son.

"Don't be nervous; it's just a routine inquiry." Luke scanned the surroundings, "Are you sure you want to have this conversation in the yard and let the neighbors join in their opinions?"

"Please, come inside," Bowen's father gestured.

Anthony picked up the revolver inside the garage, "I'll hold onto this gun for now and return it when we leave."

Bowen's father hesitated but, seeing Anthony's resolute demeanor, reluctantly nodded, "No problem."

Bowen followed behind and entered the house.

Luke observed him, noting his silence; most of the time, he was looking down, appearing somewhat shy.

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