However, the anticipated gunshot did not occur; the black suspect's left hand grabbed the gun, with one finger blocking behind the trigger, preventing it from being pulled.

Luke reacted quickly. Unable to pull the trigger with his right hand, he threw a left hook with his left, smashing it into the opponent's cheek.

The black suspect was also quick to react. His right shoulder jerked up, blocking Luke's punch.

The black suspect did not attack Luke, but his right hand also reached for Luke's gun, attempting to snatch it with both hands.

By this point, Luke was also somewhat worried.

Jackson and Kyle had been disarmed, and although Luke hadn't seen the specifics, he could guess that the opponent was highly skilled at combat; otherwise, they couldn't have snatched two guns consecutively.

Under normal circumstances, Luke and the black suspect should have engaged in a fierce struggle for the gun.

But Luke, contrary to expectations, released his grip on the gun and instead threw a punch towards the man's cheek with his right fist.

With a "bang!", Luke's fist struck the man's left cheek.

The black suspect hadn't expected Luke to give up so crisply and hadn't managed to dodge in time; he was solidly punched and slightly stunned, pausing briefly.

Luke took this opportunity to wrestle for the gun again, grabbing the grip with his right hand once more.

The black man seemed to realize it was difficult to snatch the gun from Luke and, settling for the next best thing, he ejected the magazine.

With a "snap!", the magazine fell to the ground.

The black suspect's slick moves were hard for Luke to adapt to, but he still didn't give up the struggle for the gun.

With a "bang!" during their tussle, the gun discharged.

The last remaining bullet in the chamber had been fired.

Regrettably, the bullet missed the black suspect.

The next moment, the two almost simultaneously let go, abandoning the gun and opting to engage in a fistfight.

Luke swung his right fist, aiming for the black suspect's face.

The black suspect blocked with his arms and, lowering his body, wrapped his arms around Luke's waist instead.

Luke felt off balance and used his elbow to strike the man's back.

With a "bang!", the black suspect was harshly hit, but he did not loosen his grip; instead, he executed a body slam, tripping Luke to the ground.

Both men fell to the ground, tangled in a brawl.

Luke, proficient in boxing, struggled to exert force while pinned to the ground; most of his efforts were defensive, protecting his head to avoid being knocked unconscious like Kyle.

The black suspect tightly wrapped his legs around Luke; his combat skills were more comprehensive, with wrestling and ground techniques far superior to Luke's.

Luke's boxing skills were formidable, nearly at a professional level; 98% of people were no match for him.

However, the black suspect clearly belonged to the other 2%.

He was strong.

For Luke to have battled against him for so long was no small feat.

The black suspect said, "Hey, I don't want to hurt anyone, let me go."

Luke didn't reply, his eyes catching a figure from the corner of his eye.

With a "bang!"

Luke felt a surge of electricity coursing through him, making his body tremble.

However, it didn't last long.

He forcefully pushed the black suspect away.

The black man had two dart-like projectiles with wires on his back; he was the true target of the shock.

Jenny hurried over, "Captain, are you alright?

I was worried about hitting you, so I used a stun gun."

"Well done!"

"Is this guy the one who hurt Jackson and Marcus?" Jenny asked as she pulled out the handcuffs.

"I'll do it, this guy is dangerous." Luke took the handcuffs, pressed his knee on the black suspect's back, and personally cuffed him.

"Buddy, you're under arrest."

"D-d-d..." The black suspect's teeth chattered, seemingly trying to say something.

"Don't talk now, be careful not to bite your tongue, wait until we get back to the station for your turn to speak." Luke stood up, feeling sore all over,

"Jenny, put another pair of handcuffs on him."

"Is that necessary?"

"Very necessary."

Jenny nodded, "OK, I'll take good care of him."

Luke glanced at the black suspect wearing two sets of handcuffs. Although the arrest was a bit rough, the result was still good.

He was also very curious about what kind of person this bastard really was?

The patrol officers and ambulance had also arrived at Said McKin's house.

Luke put the black suspect in the car and rushed to check the injuries of Little Black and Jackson.

Little Black had already woken up, feeling a bit dizzy, but otherwise was not seriously harmed.

Jackson felt some tightness in his chest, retching, and his hand was slightly swollen, but he had no other injuries.

At that moment, Luke's impression of the black suspect improved a bit.

He was restrained; he had held back.

If it had been an ordinary suspect, the two men might have been severely injured or worse.

Although both felt they weren't seriously hurt, Luke still insisted they go to the hospital for a check-up.

He and Jenny escorted the black suspect back to the detective bureau.

In the car, just to be safe, Luke put leg irons on him as well.

There was nothing else for it; the guy was too good at fighting. In a spacious place, Luke could hope to win with positioning.

In the car, Luke was likely to lose.

"What's your name?"

"You can call me Michael."

"Full name?"

"Michael Arthur"

"Social Security number?"

"623-53-5429"

Luke wrote it down in his notebook, "Why did you hurt Said McKin?"

"Because he's a sicko. I think castrating such a person isn't a bad thing, it's certainly better than losing a life."

"The cases involving Petrov and Eddie Ross were also your doing."

Michael Arthur smiled, "You're quite capable."

Luke waved his fist, "Of course. If I hadn't become a cop, I could have been a great boxer, like Tyson Lee."

"That's not what I meant." Michael Arthur shook his head,

"How did you realize I wasn't Said McKin?

From the conversation at the time, you shouldn't have seen a photo of Said McKin."

"Right, we got a tip from Petrov, and he only knew the address of Said McKin's house. To get there before you, we rushed to Said McKin's house the first chance we got, but you still beat us to it.

Do you want to know how I found out?"

"Of course."

"Then let's first talk about who you really are? We can exchange questions."

Michael Arthur smiled, "I'm just an ordinary person."

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