North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Police Department, Robbery and Murder Division.

Tom Williams looked at the sudden arrival of Locke and subconsciously said, "Hey, isn't this our brave and fearless Detective Locke? Why did he come to the police detective station and change his mind when he had time? Sophia, hurry up and give Locke Arrange a place..."

Locke raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "I remember you lost the last bet!"

He turned to look at Sophia and Dean Dyson who were eating melon next to him, and asked: "Inspector Sophia, has Captain Tom lost his memory?"

Tom Williams' expression suddenly froze. He lost the last bet, and the bet was to maintain enough respect for Locke, which was actually harder than killing him.

"puff!"

An old Mexican man next to him spit out a sip of coffee and looked at Locke in disbelief. This was the first time he saw someone dare to confront Tom Williams in the police detective station.

The old man had gray hair and a slender expression. He turned to the black man Jimmy next to him and asked: "Is this the one, the rookie patrolman who said he wanted to surpass Tom?"

"Well, it's him..."

Jimmy looked at Locke expressionlessly. As he learned more and more information about Locke, he no longer dared to be as ignorant as before.

The old man wiped his mouth quickly, stood up and walked towards Locke. He extended his hand, "Henry Carl, Tom's vice-captain, Locke, welcome you to join our team..."

"Deputy Henry, you misunderstood. I came here to see Captain Tom for something..."

Locke was speechless and said directly to Tom Williams: "Captain Tom, I want to see the investigation report on the roof of the Sividal Building..."

As soon as Locke finished speaking, everyone in the office looked at him in shock, as if he were a fool.

The black Jimmy smiled sarcastically and subconsciously wanted to speak sarcastically, but in the end he held it back.

Sophia and Dean Dyson looked at each other, and both looked at Tom Williams, expecting his reply.

Tom Williams looked at Locke with a playful expression and said with a smile: "It seems that our Detective Locke has no confidence in us and wants to investigate personally..."

He touched his chin and said: "You should have some information that we don't know. Can you reveal it a little bit? That way I can evaluate whether it's worth exchanging with you..."

Locke glanced around the office and said three letters, "FBI..."

"Good!"

Tom Williams snapped his fingers, stood up and walked towards his office.

Locke gave a half-nod to Henry Carr and others, and followed him towards Tom Williams' office.

In the office, Locke finished reading the on-site investigation report. The roof of the Sividal Building was indeed very clean. Except for a small amount of gunpowder residue on the outside of the balcony, there were no bullet casings, footprints, or blood stains. It had indeed been cleaned by professional sweepers.

To be able to accomplish this in such a short period of time, the other party must be a veteran!

Was the body dissolved too?

Locke asked: "Did anything come of the video around the Sividal Building?"

Tom Williams shrugged, shook his head and said: "No, nothing unusual was found..."

He stared at Locke and asked meaningfully: "Are you sure that the gunman is really dead?"

Locke nodded and said: "I'm sure, I heard what the SWAT observer said with my own ears..."

He asked again: "Where's the video of the Sividal Building?"

Tom Williams raised his eyebrows and said nothing, staring directly at Locke.

Locke was a little speechless. Damn it, this guy is so stubborn.

He said: "The FBI suspects that this shooter was arranged by a 'doctor' and has nothing to do with the Copernicus organization!"

Tom Williams' eyes lit up and he clapped his hands and said, "I'm telling you! How could Johnny Dyson have calculated that he was stopped right there! What else?"

This time it was Locke's turn to stare directly at Tom Williams.

Tom Williams snorted coldly: "You really don't suffer at all? Has anyone told you that young people can't be too fussy, suffering is a blessing..."

Locke was stunned for a moment. Does the United States also say this?

He shrugged, "I learned it from you..."

Tom Williams rolled his eyes and shouted to the outside: "Sofia..."

After Sofia came in, her eyes curiously roamed Locke and Tom Williams, as if she wanted to see if there was any fight between the two.

Tom Williams said angrily: "Show him the video of the West Vidal Building..."

Sophia immediately took the tablet from Tom Williams' desk, pulled out the video data and handed it to Locke.

The reason why Locke wanted to watch the video was to find the scavenger. For similar people, he had an innate advantage that people like the police detective bureau did not have.

This is just like computer programmers who can often spot similar species at a glance.

Because most of the programmers' clothing and temperament are the same.

The same goes for scavengers. Because of their work, their clothes and temperament are also very unique. To remove traces from the scene, various pharmaceuticals are essential, so they at least have a bag or box with them.

While watching the video, Locke also said: "This gunman was arranged by the 'doctor'. What the 'doctor' is best at is changing the appearance of severely wanted criminals and helping them escape arrest. Therefore, there is a high probability that this gunman is also A wanted criminal, and a sniper, a sniper more powerful than SWAT's sharpshooter. Such a sniper is definitely not an unknown person. Well, the 'doctor' doesn't seem to help unknown people..."

Tom Williams suddenly stood up, turned around and shouted to Sophia: "Sniper, wanted criminal, suddenly disappeared. Search according to these three keywords. If you can't find the person again, your vacation this year will be ruined." Take a bath..."

Sophia shrugged at Locke, turned around and slipped out of the office. Then she repeated Tom Williams' words loudly outside, and the office instantly became agitated.

Tom Williams glanced at Locke, who was looking down at the video and engrossed in watching the video. He touched his chin and said, "I see. No wonder they cleared the scene immediately because they didn't want the gunman's body to be discovered..."

Locke played the video at eight times the speed, constantly pausing and replaying it, focusing especially on the video between when he fired the shot and when Swat and Lapd entered the Sividal Building.

Scavengers never act alone. In order to ensure that scavengers can devote themselves to their work, a sentry point will be specially assigned.

Once an accident is discovered, the sentry point will immediately notify the scavengers to evacuate.

Locke watched the video three times and found neither the sweeper nor the sentry point, so he could only return the tablet to Tom Williams.

The sentry point did not appear within the surveillance range. Could it be that he was with the scavenger and also on the top floor?

Tom Williams asked: "Did you find anything?"

"no..."

Locke shook his head, "I want to see Johnny Dyson's car..."

Tom Williams raised his eyebrows and said mercilessly: "I thought our deal was over!"

Locke was speechless, "Captain Tom, has anyone told you not to be too fussy about life..."

Tom Williams' expression froze and he waved his hand impatiently, "Okay, let Sophia take you to see it!"

In the parking lot, Sophia said puzzledly: "This car has been checked once by the forensic department, and there is no useful information. There is only the fingerprints of Johnny Dyson and Carl Rip. Well, this car is still an arms. There are more than ten pieces of various firearms, grenades, and rocket launchers in the library..."

Wearing latex gloves, Locke opened the back door of the Chevrolet Trailblazer and checked behind the front seat. There was not even a single hole.

I put the back seat down again, and immediately discovered the bullet holes in the backrest and the bulletproof steel plate inside, and I was instantly relieved.

He just wanted to figure out why Johnny Dyson didn't hit any of those shots. If he didn't figure it out, he would doubt his shooting skills.

At this time, Sophia handed over the vehicle's forensic report. After reading it, Locke couldn't help but stare.