North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

On the top of the building, Tom Williams stood on the edge of the balcony, looking up at the Sividal Building opposite, with a foul look on his face.

I don’t know if it was because the case reached a dead end again, or because it was rejected by Locke again.

Next to him, William Worrell was leading Catherine Murphy and other forensics department personnel to sweep the floor.

Uh, scan fingerprints and various traces.

Jimmy stared at the scratches on the edge of the fence, then looked up at the hanging basket on the outer wall of the Sividal Building, and cursed: "Fuck, it really came down here from above!"

Sofia rolled her eyes and ignored the idiot. Instead, she looked at Tom Williams worriedly, inexplicably worried that he would jump. She didn't know why she had this idea.

At this time, Dean Dyson came over and said with a serious face: "The security guard said that he did see people wearing orange cleaner uniforms in the parking lot yesterday morning. However, the surveillance in the parking lot was broken yesterday... …”

A picture immediately appeared in Sophia's mind. Two people in orange cleaner uniforms slowly descended from the Sividal Building opposite to this building, where a person in the same clothes came to meet them.

On the street outside the Sividal Building, Swat and Lapd arrived downstairs one after another, and the police hurriedly rushed to the roof.

Here, three cleaners calmly pushed the tool truck with the body hidden in it to the parking lot, loaded the tools and the body into the truck, and left, destroying the surveillance in the parking lot.

After the van with the logo of the cleaning company merged into the main road, its license plate, vehicle painting, and body color all changed.

It's simply impossible to find.

Sophia felt despair in her heart. This was the first time she encountered such an opponent.

Tom Williams seemed to have guessed such a result. He snorted coldly: "No wonder that guy can't even take a look..."

I knew that looking for that car was already like looking for a needle in a haystack, but I still had to look for it.

Tom Williams ordered: "Take back all the video surveillance cameras in the nearby streets to look at, and bring the security guards back to make portraits..."

He stared coldly at the Sividal Building opposite. There should be a person on top controlling the crane to return to position.

"Let's go and have a look at the other side..."

……

Although he pointed out a new investigation clue to the police detective bureau, Locke did not go over to join in the fun. He still had great confidence in his colleague, who was a team member.

Unlike before, he was mostly alone. At most, the organization would arrange a sentry post for him.

There was no trace left at all on the Sividal Building side, and it was even less likely to leave a tail on the other side.

At most, there are only traces of the hanging basket landing. After all, it is impossible for such a heavy thing to leave no trace at all.

Locke was about to go home directly when the phone rang suddenly. It was Hei Braised Egg.

"Locke, would you like to meet me?"

"..."

Locke subconsciously looked at the rearview mirror and asked, "Are you here at the Sividal Building too?"

Detective Hunter replied: "No, but someone from the FBI saw you with Tom Williams..."

Locke thought for a moment and said: "The parking lot of Macy's Department Store..."

Half an hour later, a black Escalade parked next to the Mercedes-Benz G55. Detective Henry lowered the passenger window and looked at Locke. After the two looked at each other, they opened the door and walked to the back seat of the Escalade.

Locke glanced at the swollen left side of Detective Hunter's face and asked, "Is your car bulletproof glass?"

Detective Hunter touched his face and said: "Except for President 82, no car's bulletproof glass can withstand the Barrett M[-]..."

He snorted coldly, "It's just acting, why are you so harsh?"

Locke said calmly: "I'm not acting, I really want to hit you..."

"..."

Detective Hunter stared at Locke blankly, "Okay, I apologize for what happened yesterday. Neither I nor the FBI want to see such an accident."

Locke said coldly: "I almost died yesterday because of your casual surprise!"

Detective Hunter said expressionlessly: "Locke, you have to believe that we don't want something like this to happen. We can only say that the 'doctor' is too cunning, and we have all been fooled by him..."

Locke said angrily: "It's you. The Chinese have known this truth more than 1000 years ago. Do you want me to tell you a Chinese fable? This story is called Carving a Boat to Seek a Sword. Once upon a time, a man dropped a sword while riding in a boat. So I carved a mark on the boat and wanted to wait until the boat reached shallow water before salvaging it..."

After telling the story, he said in a deep voice: "You almost succeeded in arresting the Doctor through 'Buffalo' Harry Beilein last time. Do you think the other party will not investigate and reflect on this afterwards? How dare you use the same method?" Arrest him. You have been arresting him for 8 years and you haven’t even caught a hair on his body. Do you think he will be as stupid as you..."

"..."

Detective Hunter's expression was clouded by Locke's spray. Although he couldn't tell because of his skin color, it could be seen that he was very unhappy now.

He stared at Locke coldly and said in a deep voice: "Locke, I think you disrespect me more and more!"

Not to be outdone, Locke stared at the black braised egg and retorted: "Do you think you or the FBI are worthy of my respect?"

The atmosphere in the car instantly became tense. The two were tit for tat, refusing to give in to each other.

Detective Hunter turned his head and looked forward, dusting off the non-existent dust on his thighs, "Locke, I thought we had reached a consensus..."

Locke naturally knew what he was referring to, and a sneer escaped from the corner of his mouth, "Do you think my life is only worth 100 million? Well, tax deductions are also required. Our family is not short of these hundreds of thousands..."

Detective Hunter raised his brows and stared at Locke with a critical eye, "What else do you want?"

Locke saw this and said with persistence in his eyes: "The FBI needs to disclose to me all the information about 'Doctor' and all plans and progress related to 'Doctor'..."

"This is impossible……"

Detective Hunter refused without thinking, "Locke, you should know that this is not in compliance with the procedures. You have no authority to know this..."

Locke shrugged and spread his hands, and said with a calm smile: "Very good, then we have nothing to talk about. I have no right or obligation to continue working for the FBI. This is not in line with the procedures of the LAPD. The senior management of the LAPD is very happy with me serving as a consultant to the FBI. If you have any opinions, the big guys from the Police Commission mentioned it to me yesterday. I believe that with the FBI’s vast power, you should all know what happened in the conference room yesterday..."

Detective Hunter frowned, "Why do you want to know this?"

Locke snorted coldly: "I don't want to know either, but I'm already fucking involved in this matter. Once the 'doctor' knows about my existence, do you think I and my family will still have a chance to survive? Don't follow me." You said you would keep it secret, but you have no credibility with me anymore!”

He tempted: "I also want to know more about the 'doctor'. In this way, I can reverse his plastic surgery plan, and the accuracy will be higher. You have caught him for 8 years, don't you want to catch him earlier?" ?”