"Herman, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, I'm not as good as you think I am."

"What do you mean?"

Benson reached his right hand into his backpack, "The University of California, Los Angeles, has revoked my acceptance letter."

Herman was somewhat surprised, "Why?"

"I had an anonymous account on the school's website, where I often expressed my true inner thoughts, without lies, without pretense, without so-called correctness. It was my personal space, a place where I could speak the truth.

But... that account was reported by a snitch, reported to the University of California, Los Angeles. They felt I disregarded African Americans, lacked respect for women, and decided to revoke my offer.

I'm heartbroken.

You should know what this means to me, right?"

Herman's expression became tense, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, his voice trembling slightly, "Sorry, buddy, I didn't know your situation.

Actually, this speech can be written later..."

With a smile that was not quite a smile, Benson said, "I've never been able to figure out how that snitch knew the account was mine. She wouldn't say, until we had a 'friendly' talk in the restroom..."

"Pfft pfft."

Before he could finish, two muffled sounds.

The sound was not loud due to the silencer.

Two holes appeared in the backpack.

Herman fell to the ground, blood flowing freely.

Benson dragged him to the office corner where odds and ends were stored, a place seldom visited by others, where it was unlikely anyone would find him anytime soon.

Using a mop to clean the blood on the floor, he threw it into the storage area as well.

He didn't waste too much time, nor did he think about making the scene perfect. It was enough to buy him some time.

Shortly after, the door opened a crack, revealing half a cell phone.

Then the door opened fully, and Benson quickly left the student union office.

He didn't know that Herman, lying in the storage area, had twitched his fingers slightly.

...

Luke had been searching for Herman's whereabouts and heard he might be in the student union office.

The student union office was in the comprehensive building, sparsely populated.

He headed straight for the comprehensive building and as he reached the stairwell, he saw a male student with a backpack walking down stairs.

Luke found the way he carried his backpack a bit unusual, "Hey, do you know Herman?"

"I don't," the white male student dropped the words, quickly walking away.

Acting on a police officer's intuition, Luke increasingly felt something off about the guy, and he could faintly smell gunpowder, "Stop, LAPD, don't move."

The male student with the backpack hesitated, then reaching into his backpack while his back was turned to Luke, asked, "What do you want?"

Luke drew his gun, aiming at the other person, "Put the backpack on the ground, hands on your head, don't make any sudden moves, understood?"

This male student was Benson.

He took a deep breath, unwilling to be caught.

He was white, a student, this was a campus, he bet the police wouldn't dare to shoot without understanding the situation.

If he could hit the other person, there would still be a chance to escape. He couldn't wait any longer.

Benson did not follow Luke's order to drop the backpack but slowly turned around with the gun from the backpack aimed at Luke.

"Drop the backpack!" Luke shouted.

"Bang!"

When Luke saw Benson's hand reach into the backpack and noticed two holes at the bottom, he decisively fired.

With the help of the Accuracy Card, he directly hit the other's arm.

The backpack fell, and the silenced handgun fell to the ground too, as Benson clutched his arm, crying out in pain.

Benson looked at the handgun on the ground, knowing he couldn't run and he wasn't a match for the police, wishing he could wipe his fingerprints off the weapon.

He then glanced at Luke, walking toward him with his gun.

This time he didn't dare take the risk.

"LAPD, you're under arrest!" Luke's voice was drowned out by the surrounding screams.

The gunshot once again disturbed the order of the campus.

Because of the last shooting incident, the students and teachers were already skittish.

Even more panicked than last time.

Luke took out handcuffs and cuffed him to the stair railing, "Where's Herman? Did you kill him?"

Benson, enduring the pain in his arm, said, "I don't know what you're talking about?"

Luke took off his shirt, pressed it on Benson's wounded arm, "I'm going to help you stop the bleeding."

"Ah! It hurts..."

"Where's Herman?"

"You're hurting me, I'm going to sue you."

"I'm helping you stop the bleeding to prevent you from dying from blood loss, although you don't understand now, you'll thank me later..."

Benson's teeth chattered in pain, his body convulsing, "Student union office, he's in the student union office on the fourth floor!"

At that moment, Little Black ran over, "Luke, are you alright? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine, look after him."

"I've called 911." Little Black surveyed the scene and expressed surprise, "Wow, you caught the shooter all by yourself."

"I'm going upstairs to find Herman. Keep an eye on him, keep the campus police away, and disarm them if necessary. If there's trouble, we'll shoulder it together."

"OK, I'll follow your lead."

Luke then headed upstairs and kicked open the door to the student union office.

A crime scene hastily dealt with might fool the average person, but not an experienced detective like Luke. He quickly found the shot Herman in the corner storage partition.

Luke checked Herman's breathing, which was faint but still present, though he had fallen into a coma due to significant blood loss, and the situation was very critical.

Luke tore down the curtains, pressing them on Herman's wound to stop the bleeding.

In this situation, all he could do was stem the bleeding; the rest depended on Herman's will to survive. If he could keep his heart beating until the medics arrived, there might be a chance to save him.

Although it was unlikely, Luke had done all he could.

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