North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

For a long time, neither Locke nor David got over this police situation.

David was not shy about speaking obscenely, "Boy, you must have encountered this kind of thing often, right?"

"no, no, no..."

Locke quickly shook his head, "I have never encountered this before. I rarely eat seafood from women. They eat my cigars. I only have fingers..."

David looked unbelieving, "Comon, this is a conversation between men. I was young too, so stop pretending!"

"real……"

Locke had a serious look on his face, and his fingers moved as flexibly as if he were playing a piano. The image of Jennifer Gray struggling and fluttering under his fingers like a mermaid washed ashore by the waves due to lack of oxygen, appeared in his mind.

I let my pigeons fly last week, so I have to make good arrangements this weekend to make up for this royal lady.

"Okay, okay, I believe you..."

David felt that he was asking for trouble, and then he laughed and said: "That unlucky guy probably doesn't want to eat seafood for a long time..."

"..."

Locke was speechless and didn't want to continue this interesting topic. Seeing a Starbucks in front of him, he said, "David, let me buy you coffee!"

After a while, Locke came out with two cups of coffee. The two of them pressed down the car window and leaned on the car to enjoy their coffee time.

Locke asked: "What are your plans for this weekend?"

David was drinking his favorite iced American with a comfortable look on his face, "Catherine made an appointment with her friends to go camping in Wrightwood. I will go to sea. This time I must catch the big guy from last time..."

Locke's heart moved, and he immediately had an idea for the weekend's arrangements. He would go to Sam's tomorrow to check out the camping equipment.

He took a sip of coffee and said: "David, please teach me how to fish when you have time. When I went back to Lebeck Farm last week, I didn't catch a single fish. It was very embarrassing..."

"That's your lure, right?"

David shook his head, "Luyas are boring, and I'm not good at it. I only like sea fishing, which is more suitable for real men. Imagine a 30-foot fishing boat, competing with the big guys on the bottom of the sea in the vast ocean." , a battle of wits and courage, for several hours, or even longer..."

It must be said that "The Old Man and the Sea" is the bible of many American men.

Locke was immediately told that he was proud of himself. He was the King of the Sea, and he really should go fishing in the sea. What kind of fishing lure could he play?

He said: "Then next time you go to sea, you can take me with you!"

"you……"

David stared at Locke for a few seconds, then shook his head and said: "Forget it, you can't get along with us old men. Besides, we old men don't like young boys like you to come on board. You are impatient and impatient... …”

Locke curled his lips and said: "The big guy didn't catch last time because the three of you are old men and don't have the physical strength to fight it..."

From David's mouth, Locke knew that he had three fishing buddies who often went fishing, all of whom were about the same age as him.

David hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "It makes sense, then I'll ask them if they are willing to accept you this time..."

"Zizi, the Silver Fox Supermarket on Alvarado Street called the police and reported that they encountered zero-dollar purchases..."

Locke and David didn't finish the coffee in their hands, so they both turned to look at the car to see if any colleagues had called the police. If not, they would have to terminate their coffee time.

"Zizi, 7adam9, copy..."

David breathed a sigh of relief, took a sip of coffee happily, and smiled: "It's Mona and Weilun..."

Locke also took a sip and said with a smile: "Looks like I have to treat them to a drink tonight!"

……

The next morning, Locke rarely slept in and didn't get up until 9 o'clock. Last night, he drank with Superintendent David Mona and others until [-] o'clock. He called an Uber to go home, and he had to go to the Sky Bar later. Pick up the car.

I cooked myself some quick-frozen dumplings. After eating, I washed and tidied up and got ready to go out.

After passing the entrance hall and looking at his handsome and unruly self in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, Locke couldn't help but smile knowingly. He had never dared to think about such a day before. It was so good.

But then he thought of the hidden danger of "doctor", and his smile instantly faded, but he still couldn't relax completely.

I hope the black braised eggs will be more powerful this time. With Johnny Dyson as the line, if the "doctor" escapes this time, then the FBI will really be a waste.

Half an hour later, Locke arrived at the Sky Bar.

Fortunately, his F150 Raptor was intact. After all, security was still guaranteed near the police station.

After picking up the car, he drove to the nearby Sam's Supermarket. After arriving at the supermarket, he went directly to the outdoor area.

For him, who is level 1 in wilderness survival, he knows very well what equipment is needed for ordinary wild camping, such as tents, water bags, canopies, outdoor chairs, shower tents, ovens, camping lights, kettles, insect repellents...

After walking around, Locke nodded with satisfaction, yes, everything is complete!

Locke just came here this time to see if the equipment here was complete. If it was not complete, he would have to go further to Cabela’s (an American chain store specializing in selling outdoor leisure products related to hunting, fishing, camping, and shooting).

He had made an appointment with Sarah today to go to the Mendez repair shop to replace the customized rear seats, and planned to come back to buy these things after the seats were replaced.

When Locke arrived at the Mendez repair shop, he heard the sound of thunder in the distance. Victor, Ryder, and Sarah were practicing their guns.

Fortunately, Mendez's repair shop is in a remote location, otherwise complaints would have been filed long ago.

After Locke got out of the car, he stood aside and observed for a while. Not to mention, he had made great progress.

Victor and Ryder have basically mastered it. They have standard stances, steady hands, and fast shooting. Every shot can hit the target.

Sarah also shot well, hitting three out of five shots.

But looking at the layer of bullet casings on the ground, I felt relieved. The marksmanship was originally fed by bullets.

Victor put down the m1911a1 in his hand, walked over and bumped his fists with Locke, "Leave it to me, it should be done in half an hour. You can guide Sarah again, her accuracy is very poor..."

Soon Victor and Ryder were driving Locke's Raptor into the repair shop.

"Hi, Locke..."

Sarah looked a little cute wearing a protective earmuff. As before, she was wearing a tank top and hot pants, showing off her youthful and hot figure.

She hung the earmuffs around her neck and greeted Locke playfully, her eyes flashing with unconcealable joy and shyness.

Locke walked over, picked up Victor's gun, stepped back skillfully, checked the number of bullets in the magazine, and praised: "Good shot, great progress!"

He raised the gun, without even taking aim. He fired several times and emptied the bullets in one go.

There was a depression the size of an egg left in the center of the steel plate target 20 meters away. It was impossible for a 9mm bullet to penetrate the steel plate. What could have caused such a result was that Locke hit the same spot with every shot.

Sarah's eyes were instantly filled with admiration, and she exclaimed: "Locke, you are so amazing!"

Even though she had seen Locke's shooting skills last time, she was still shocked this time and felt her heartbeat speed up.

Locke put down the m1911a1, walked to Sarah, and found that the gun in her hand had been replaced by a smaller Glock G19, and she also brought a micro-dot infrared sight.

He walked up behind Sarah, hugged her from behind just like last time, then wrapped his hands around hers, held the gun, and did not touch it like a gentleman.

Smelling the girl's youthful breath, he suppressed the urge in his heart and taught seriously: "Relax your body and stay focused. The only trick to a pistol is to keep your eyes, sight and target in a straight line. But for novices, in fact, No need to aim, just remember to fire the bullets out of the gun quickly and pull the trigger..."

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Every time Sarah fired a shot, her body trembled, and she got closer and closer to Locke. Finally, her buttocks were directly pressed against Locke's body, and the vibrations were transmitted from her buttocks to Locke.

Locke couldn't stand such teasing. He loaded his cock instantly and was clamped. He suddenly felt that the two buttocks were as soft as cheese.