North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

"biu..."

"biu..."

"biu..."

"biu..."

The Glock G19 suddenly appeared in Locke's hand. He waved the gun in his hand and fired four shots in an instant.

Three shots were fired at the big head and one shot at the small head, causing the night birds in the deep forest to fly around.

Three figures fell to the ground, and one figure huddled on the ground holding his crotch, wailing miserably, "Fuck, my dick..."

After waiting for more than an hour, how could he still have the patience to listen to this idiot's gibbering?

Locke stood up and slowly walked towards Butterboy, who was curled up on the ground and wailing.

Cream Boy heard Locke's footsteps and subconsciously raised the Sig Sauer P320 in his hand to fight back, but Locke's Glock G19 was already pointed at his forehead.

He raised his head and looked at Locke, his face was pale, and his expression was distorted by pain. He dropped the Sig Sauer P320 in his hand knowingly, and begged: "Please, don't kill me, don't kill me, we just want to talk to you." just kidding……"

Locke was not angry when he heard that this idiot was still trying to lie to him. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. L3's shooting skills were awesome. He hit wherever he pointed. This shot should have directly uprooted him.

Cream Boy's crotch was already covered in blood, with a bloody hole in the middle. Next to his feet, an egg fell out of his pants.

Locke stepped on it, and it burst open with a pop. He apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't see it. Fortunately, you still have one. I'm sorry, I missed it. I meant to hit you." My head, but I didn’t expect to hit it here..."

Cream Boy was staring angrily at the egg at Locke's feet, but when he heard his words, he shivered with fright and knelt on the ground, his face covered with tears and snot, and he was no longer as handsome as before.

"Please, don't kill me, this is just a joke..."

Locke nodded and said: "Okay, since it's a misunderstanding, then go to the hospital quickly. Your brother might be able to be sewn back..."

Cream Boy looked at Locke in disbelief, and Locke waved the G19 in his hand, signaling him to get out.

Cream Boy shrank his eyes, endured the severe pain, held his crotch with one hand, crawled on the ground with one hand, turned around and ran towards the entrance, for fear that Locke would shoot him in the back.

Locke watched Butterboy running away in panic, and an idiom flashed in his mind, "The lost dog", it was so vivid.

He was thinking in his heart that this guy should be able to escape to the hospital. He really didn't want this guy to die too.

Damn it, if you want to blow his anus, go to jail and get banged every day!

That's right, Locke deliberately spared Creamy's life. The bird was beaten to pieces and she became a real woman. She should be very popular in prison.

Moreover, they must have a living person to confess their crimes.

What a lucky guy!

Locke turned back to the car, passed by the brown bear Carl, and found that this guy's body was still twitching. This meant that he still had an unfulfilled wish!

I couldn't help but regret not letting him finish his sentence just now.

Locke returned to the car and knocked on the glass, "Didn't you say you haven't seen the dead bodies that were shot? You can come out and have a look. They are all still hot, and one of them is still twitching..."

Jennifer Gray opened the car door directly and asked in disbelief: "Is it done so quickly?"

Locke couldn't help but tugged at her face again, "Don't mention the word "quick" in front of me..."

He didn't know why, but he found that he really liked touching Jennifer's cold, sisterly face, which gave him an inexplicable pleasure.

Seeing Jennifer Gray staggering towards the twitching corpse, Locke also picked up his cell phone and prepared to call the police. As a decent lapd, he naturally did not need to do anything to destroy the corpse.

The call was quickly answered, "Detective Hunter, do you want the credit?"

That's right, Locke called the FBI directly, not the local police in Santa Barbara, mainly out of trouble.

These four people are criminals in their own right. The no-compromise law applies to his murder this time. Moreover, he is also a police officer, so there will basically be no problems.

However, even so, you still need to go through a lot of various judicial review procedures, and there is a high probability that you will need to go to court.

Because he is currently on vacation and cannot adapt to LAPD's internal review process.

If nothing unexpected happened, the case would be tried in Santa Barbara. He would have no time to attend various hearings.

So the easiest way is to hand the case over to the FBI, which has nationwide law enforcement powers.

On the phone, Detective Hunter was confused for a while and then asked: "Locke, what's going on?"

Locke briefly explained the case and said in a deep voice: "From the information obtained from the conversations between the four people, they have imprisoned and killed many young women and their companions, and there may be survivors..."

"Wait, let me check..."

There was silence on the phone for a while, and half a minute later, Detective Hunter's voice came over again, "There have been a total of 56 missing cases in Gaviotas State Forest Park in the past five years, including those aged 16 to 30. There are 42 young missing persons among them, 32 women and 10 men..., fuck, send me the address and photos of the suspects, and I will take them there as soon as possible..."

After hanging up the phone with Detective Hunter, Locke breathed a sigh of relief, and then the FBI took over.

He has left Butterboy alive, and the next step should be very simple, so he is not just talking nonsense, the FBI really takes the credit for coming here.

As for whether Cream Boy would destroy the evidence in advance and kill the imprisoned victim, he didn't care.

He won't make the same mistake as last time. It's just a person's death and it's none of his business.

It's up to him to choose between destroying witnesses and going to the hospital to save his brother.

After this matter was settled, Locke felt a little relaxed, opened a beer, and walked over to Jennifer Gray.

This woman was examining the body of Carl the brown bear intently, without any fear, just like a forensic doctor.

Check the changes in pupils, feel the body temperature, check the elasticity of muscles...

Locke asked: "Why is this guy's body still moving? Is he not dead?"

Jennifer Gray shook her head and said: "He's dead. He's dead completely. Your bullet entered his brain directly and turned his brain into paste. His current neurological reaction is normal, similar to that of a frog..."

Locke nodded and took a sip of beer, "That's good. I thought this guy would turn into a zombie?"

Jennifer Gray glared at Locke angrily and said regretfully: "What a pity. If I were in the laboratory, I could get a lot of data. His neurological reaction is rare in corpses..."

Then he reacted, "I'm not wearing gloves. Will I be in trouble if I touch the body like this?"

Locke glanced at the twitching body on the ground, which was getting smaller and smaller, and shrugged, "You are a doctor. You want to make a last effort to see if you can save him, so you did some tests. This is reasonable!"

Jennifer Gray nodded and smiled: "Indeed, I will go and see other corpses..."

Locke reminded: "That bamboo pole is a fanboy, you'd better not touch him..."

Jennifer Gray gave up decisively, "Forget it, without equipment and instruments, I can't extract human tissue for experiments, that's it! When will the police come?"

"do not know……"

Locke shook his head, "I didn't call the police, I directly notified the FBI..."