North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol
Chapter 138 Hero Locke
Yesterday, when the family went back to Beverly Hills to pick up things, one car couldn't fit it in, so Locke drove his Mercedes-Benz G55 over.
He did not let Marianne and Li Bo escort him out, but came out alone. As soon as he walked out of the door, he immediately noticed several eyes looking over him, knowing that they were the police officers protecting them.
Soon, a white plainclothes policeman walked out of the villa on the left. He looked to be in his 30s and exuded a capable and tough aura. At first glance, he knew that he was not an ordinary patrol policeman, but probably from Swat.
Locke rushed to greet him, and the white policeman asked: "Locke, where are you going?"
Locke stretched out his hand and replied: "I want to go back to Wilshire. Thank you for your hard work, man. What do you call me?"
"William Tilton..."
William Tilton held Locke's hand. His hand was rough and strong. He deliberately tested Locke forcefully, but nothing came out because Locke's hand was harder and stronger than his.
He let go of his hand calmly, "Then wait a moment, I'll arrange for two people to come with you..."
Locke hurriedly refused: "William, there's no need. I'm just going back to Wilshire and leaving people here. My family needs you more!"
William Tilton raised his eyebrows and said, "Locke, this is not in accordance with the procedure..."
Locke extended his fist to William Tilton, "Captain Tilton, I owe you a favor. You should know that I don't need security. I prefer that you all stay and protect my family..."
"You recognize me?"
William Tilton's eyes shrank and suddenly became sharp, but he regained his composure in an instant, raised his fist and touched Locke, shrugged and said: "Well, you really don't need to, but, you know, this is not in accordance with the procedure. .”
His expression suddenly became serious, "Unless you tell me how you recognized me..."
Locke smiled, raised two fingers to sign V, and then pointed to his eyes, "Your eyes are very familiar. I saw you at the scene yesterday. You were responsible for leading the team to carry the explosion-proof shield to rescue the woman in the police car. FBI agent, I am deeply impressed by your bravery and fearlessness..."
"You too!"
William Tilton took the initiative to raise his hand to Locke, "Locke, you really should come to swat!"
"Thank you, my family depends on you!"
Locke stretched out his hand to shake his hand and patted his arm before getting in the car and leaving.
On the way to Wilshire, Locke took the initiative to call Anna Davis and tell him about the black braised egg that came to him last night.
Since the last mistake, he has learned well now and is able to report. He will definitely report.
After Anna Davis listened, she asked, "Are you coming to Wilshire?"
Locke was startled for a moment, then realized in an instant that the safe house should have reported the report. He replied: "Yes, the car's insurance needs to be dealt with..."
Anna Davis said: "Okay, let's talk about it after you come over!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Locke reacted immediately. Anna Davis also returned to the Wilshire Police Station. This woman's psychological quality is really awesome!
Originally, he said that going back to Wilshire was just an excuse, but now it seemed that he had to go back, so he called the insurance company.
By the time Locke arrived at the Wilshire Police Department, insurance reviewers from the insurance company had already arrived.
When he got out of the car, Locke subconsciously glanced at the direction where Johnny Dyson shot yesterday. After carefully observing the circle, the L4 rifle made it easy for him to find the best shooting point.
He stared at the top floor of a building. If he saw it correctly, Johnny Dyson shot at them from this shooting point yesterday.
If it weren't for the bullet-avoiding card, his short life would have ended yesterday.
"Sir..."
Hearing the call of the insurance auditor, Locke came to his senses and led him to the raptor, which was already at the battle-damaged level.
"That's the car!"
The insurance auditor was dumbfounded for a moment. He looked at the dense bullet holes on the hood and the completely white windshield, and then stared at the broken A-pillar on the passenger seat. He said in disbelief: "You... The car was just shipped back from Ukraine, right? We will not compensate for damage to the car outside the United States..."
"..."
Locke almost laughed at the insurance auditor's humor. He asked, "Don't you know what happened in Los Angeles yesterday?"
The auditor suddenly understood and said sheepishly: "That's right, uh, police officer, please provide your insurance registration..."
After saying that, he looked straight and said solemnly: "Officer, I heard that a police officer died in yesterday's attack. I would like to express my most sincere respect to you. Thank you for protecting Los Angeles!"
Locke's heart skipped a beat, and he was a little touched. He raised his hand and saluted, and said seriously: "This is our duty!"
The passenger door could no longer be opened due to the deformation of the A-pillar. Locke had to go around to the driver's seat, took out a stack of vehicle information from the armrest box, and handed it to the auditor, "I have something else to do. It’s up to you how much you can compensate, just transfer the money to my account later!”
The auditor took the information, found the policy, read it over, and replied: "Your car is fully insured, including war damage. I will directly apply for scrapping on your behalf. The vehicle needs to be brought back for a specialized evaluation." The consultant will check and evaluate, and the evaluation report will be sent to your email later. If you have no objections, the compensation will be credited to the designated bank account within one week after your confirmation..."
"Okay, let's do it!"
Locke nodded, walked to the back of the car, and took out all the bullets from the gun box. The Remington m700p was already stored in the police station gun cabinet.
"..."
At this time, the insurance auditor discovered the bulletproof modification of the vehicle. He wanted to say something, but in the end he did not say anything. He took out his mobile phone and called a tow truck.
After saying goodbye to the insurance auditor, Locke put the bullet into the Mercedes-Benz G55 before walking into the police station.
He had some regrets in his heart. He had only driven this F150 Raptor for two years, and it had been modified less than a month before it was scrapped. He had to quickly order another one.
When Locke walked into the police station, he received an unprecedented welcome. All his colleagues stopped what they were doing and stood up to applaud him, which was more grand and enthusiastic than the previous two times.
"Great job Locke!"
"Locke, you are our hero!"
"Locke, thank you!"
"Locke, keep up the good work!"
"..."
Obviously, the entire police department knew about Locke's heroic feat yesterday.
Unlike China, which advocates collectivism, the West highly values individual heroism.
Worship the strong, especially the lone heroes.
Locke single-handedly killed the terrorists who attacked the medal ceremony yesterday, avenged the sacrifice of the police officers, and safeguarded the dignity and honor of the LAPD. It was a completely heroic act.
He is also a veritable tough cop. Yesterday's battle made him completely famous within the Los Angeles Police Department.
When Anna Davis, Richard Jones and other senior police officers appeared in the corridor on the second floor and applauded Locke together, the atmosphere in the Wilshire Police Station reached its peak in an instant.
"Lock..."
"Lock..."
"Lock..."
He did not let Marianne and Li Bo escort him out, but came out alone. As soon as he walked out of the door, he immediately noticed several eyes looking over him, knowing that they were the police officers protecting them.
Soon, a white plainclothes policeman walked out of the villa on the left. He looked to be in his 30s and exuded a capable and tough aura. At first glance, he knew that he was not an ordinary patrol policeman, but probably from Swat.
Locke rushed to greet him, and the white policeman asked: "Locke, where are you going?"
Locke stretched out his hand and replied: "I want to go back to Wilshire. Thank you for your hard work, man. What do you call me?"
"William Tilton..."
William Tilton held Locke's hand. His hand was rough and strong. He deliberately tested Locke forcefully, but nothing came out because Locke's hand was harder and stronger than his.
He let go of his hand calmly, "Then wait a moment, I'll arrange for two people to come with you..."
Locke hurriedly refused: "William, there's no need. I'm just going back to Wilshire and leaving people here. My family needs you more!"
William Tilton raised his eyebrows and said, "Locke, this is not in accordance with the procedure..."
Locke extended his fist to William Tilton, "Captain Tilton, I owe you a favor. You should know that I don't need security. I prefer that you all stay and protect my family..."
"You recognize me?"
William Tilton's eyes shrank and suddenly became sharp, but he regained his composure in an instant, raised his fist and touched Locke, shrugged and said: "Well, you really don't need to, but, you know, this is not in accordance with the procedure. .”
His expression suddenly became serious, "Unless you tell me how you recognized me..."
Locke smiled, raised two fingers to sign V, and then pointed to his eyes, "Your eyes are very familiar. I saw you at the scene yesterday. You were responsible for leading the team to carry the explosion-proof shield to rescue the woman in the police car. FBI agent, I am deeply impressed by your bravery and fearlessness..."
"You too!"
William Tilton took the initiative to raise his hand to Locke, "Locke, you really should come to swat!"
"Thank you, my family depends on you!"
Locke stretched out his hand to shake his hand and patted his arm before getting in the car and leaving.
On the way to Wilshire, Locke took the initiative to call Anna Davis and tell him about the black braised egg that came to him last night.
Since the last mistake, he has learned well now and is able to report. He will definitely report.
After Anna Davis listened, she asked, "Are you coming to Wilshire?"
Locke was startled for a moment, then realized in an instant that the safe house should have reported the report. He replied: "Yes, the car's insurance needs to be dealt with..."
Anna Davis said: "Okay, let's talk about it after you come over!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Locke reacted immediately. Anna Davis also returned to the Wilshire Police Station. This woman's psychological quality is really awesome!
Originally, he said that going back to Wilshire was just an excuse, but now it seemed that he had to go back, so he called the insurance company.
By the time Locke arrived at the Wilshire Police Department, insurance reviewers from the insurance company had already arrived.
When he got out of the car, Locke subconsciously glanced at the direction where Johnny Dyson shot yesterday. After carefully observing the circle, the L4 rifle made it easy for him to find the best shooting point.
He stared at the top floor of a building. If he saw it correctly, Johnny Dyson shot at them from this shooting point yesterday.
If it weren't for the bullet-avoiding card, his short life would have ended yesterday.
"Sir..."
Hearing the call of the insurance auditor, Locke came to his senses and led him to the raptor, which was already at the battle-damaged level.
"That's the car!"
The insurance auditor was dumbfounded for a moment. He looked at the dense bullet holes on the hood and the completely white windshield, and then stared at the broken A-pillar on the passenger seat. He said in disbelief: "You... The car was just shipped back from Ukraine, right? We will not compensate for damage to the car outside the United States..."
"..."
Locke almost laughed at the insurance auditor's humor. He asked, "Don't you know what happened in Los Angeles yesterday?"
The auditor suddenly understood and said sheepishly: "That's right, uh, police officer, please provide your insurance registration..."
After saying that, he looked straight and said solemnly: "Officer, I heard that a police officer died in yesterday's attack. I would like to express my most sincere respect to you. Thank you for protecting Los Angeles!"
Locke's heart skipped a beat, and he was a little touched. He raised his hand and saluted, and said seriously: "This is our duty!"
The passenger door could no longer be opened due to the deformation of the A-pillar. Locke had to go around to the driver's seat, took out a stack of vehicle information from the armrest box, and handed it to the auditor, "I have something else to do. It’s up to you how much you can compensate, just transfer the money to my account later!”
The auditor took the information, found the policy, read it over, and replied: "Your car is fully insured, including war damage. I will directly apply for scrapping on your behalf. The vehicle needs to be brought back for a specialized evaluation." The consultant will check and evaluate, and the evaluation report will be sent to your email later. If you have no objections, the compensation will be credited to the designated bank account within one week after your confirmation..."
"Okay, let's do it!"
Locke nodded, walked to the back of the car, and took out all the bullets from the gun box. The Remington m700p was already stored in the police station gun cabinet.
"..."
At this time, the insurance auditor discovered the bulletproof modification of the vehicle. He wanted to say something, but in the end he did not say anything. He took out his mobile phone and called a tow truck.
After saying goodbye to the insurance auditor, Locke put the bullet into the Mercedes-Benz G55 before walking into the police station.
He had some regrets in his heart. He had only driven this F150 Raptor for two years, and it had been modified less than a month before it was scrapped. He had to quickly order another one.
When Locke walked into the police station, he received an unprecedented welcome. All his colleagues stopped what they were doing and stood up to applaud him, which was more grand and enthusiastic than the previous two times.
"Great job Locke!"
"Locke, you are our hero!"
"Locke, thank you!"
"Locke, keep up the good work!"
"..."
Obviously, the entire police department knew about Locke's heroic feat yesterday.
Unlike China, which advocates collectivism, the West highly values individual heroism.
Worship the strong, especially the lone heroes.
Locke single-handedly killed the terrorists who attacked the medal ceremony yesterday, avenged the sacrifice of the police officers, and safeguarded the dignity and honor of the LAPD. It was a completely heroic act.
He is also a veritable tough cop. Yesterday's battle made him completely famous within the Los Angeles Police Department.
When Anna Davis, Richard Jones and other senior police officers appeared in the corridor on the second floor and applauded Locke together, the atmosphere in the Wilshire Police Station reached its peak in an instant.
"Lock..."
"Lock..."
"Lock..."
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