North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

As soon as Victor Mendez hung up the phone, Ryder, who was as dark as chocolate next to him, couldn't wait to ask: "What did Locke say?"

"He said he would come right away..."

Victor Mendez replied to Ryder, and subconsciously glanced at his sister who was looking at him expectantly, realizing that Sarah and Locke were not from the same world.

He was shocked by the information Locke had just revealed. In his eyes, billionaires like Henry Cavill were big shots. They took both black and white, forcing the Mendez repair shop to go bankrupt and forcing him to have no other choice. If If Shala wasn't still young, he would have almost gone down that road.

But Locke could mobilize the IRS (U.S. Internal Revenue Service) to deal with Henry Cavill and easily get this guy into trouble, which was completely beyond his knowledge.

He had only seen this kind of plot in movies.

"That's great. With Locke, we must make sure that Martin guy never comes back tonight, biubiubiubiu..."

Ryder excitedly clapped his hands and made a shooting gesture. When he noticed something strange about Victor, he asked in confusion: "Uh, why are you looking like this?"

Victor Mendes paraphrased what Locke had just said, "In other words, that bastard Henry Cavill is currently in a state of distress, being stared at by vampires, facing prosecution for tax evasion and bribery, and may go bankrupt... "

After hearing Victor's words, Sarah Mendes and Ryder were stunned, their faces full of disbelief.

Ryder was the first to come back to his senses. He waved and shouted: "Yes, Locke is so cool. Henry Cavill is being targeted by a vampire. He will definitely die this time. We can definitely get our racing track back." !”

Sarah Mendes' face turned pale, and she instantly understood the meaning of Victor's previous look.

"Victor, how do you know such a big shot?"

The Mendes brothers and Ryder were not the only ones in the office, there was also a middle-aged black man, very dark, as dark as dark chocolate.

This black man's name is Jim, an old employee of Mendez's repair shop. He used to work with Edmund Mendez and is Ryder's father.

He learned from Ryder about the crisis facing the Mendez brothers and sisters, and took the initiative to help.

Without waiting for Victor to answer, Ryder told Lao Hei how they met Locke, "Although Locke is a rich man, he is easy to deal with and spends generously, and his car repair skills are better than Victor's." , uh, by the way, he is still a cop..."

Jim was holding a Corona in his hand, and his wrinkled face was full of vicissitudes of life. He glanced at Sarah Mendes, who was becoming more and more beautiful, took a sip of beer, and curled his lips and said: "I have lived so long. This is the first time I have seen such a compassionate rich man in a long time..."

Although Sarah Mendes was worried about her and Locke's future, she still immediately came out to defend Locke, "Jim, Locke is different from ordinary rich people!"

Jim looked serious and shook his head: "Sarah, you don't know enough about this world. The rich are a completely different class from us. Do you know what their lives are like? They don't have to worry about their livelihood as soon as they are born. They read Private school, then go to a prestigious school, become a lawyer, a doctor, a businessman, or a politician. He will never interact with us in his life. However, he takes the initiative to make friends with you and helps you so enthusiastically. Wake up. , he just wants to sleep with you..."

Sarah Mendes seemed to be awakened by Jim's words, and her face became more and more embarrassed.

Although what Locke said was different from Jim's, she had to admit that the identity gap between her and Locke was so big that it was insurmountable.

Ryder asked with a puzzled look on his face: "What's the problem? Sarah wants to find a boyfriend anyway!"

Jim became angry instantly, the Corona in his hand flew over, and cursed: "Fuck, is this how you take care of Sarah?"

At this time, Victor Mendez's cell phone rang. He raised his hand to signal Jim and his son to be quiet, and answered the call with an unswerving expression.

Although he had known Locke's purpose for a long time, Jim's words still stung him.

Victor suppressed the anger in his heart, "Locke..."

After he hung up the phone, Ryder came over again, "What did Locke say?"

Victor's anger towards Locke has long since disappeared, leaving only fear. He said calmly: "Locke said he was on administrative leave and couldn't come!"

"How could he be like this..."

Ryder's expression changed instantly, he was very angry.

Sarah Mendes' face was filled with disbelief and tears overflowed.

Jim had a look on his face that he had already guessed, and said in a cold voice: "You heard me, why would a rich person risk his life to help you? I'll call John and the others right now. Don't worry, as long as we old guys don't die, we will I will never let anything happen to you brothers and sisters..."

"Jim, no need!"

Victor Mendes hurriedly stopped Jim and turned to his sister who was about to cry: "Locke said that although he can't come, he will ask his FBI friends to help..."

Jim and his son were dumbfounded for a moment, and the angry expressions on their faces were frozen.

Sarah Mendes wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and a smile appeared on her lips again, but it quickly disappeared.

……

After calling Detective Hunter and Victor Mendez respectively, Locke explained to his parents: "Inspector Hunter of the FBI owes me two favors, and I can use one this time. With the FBI Come on, this matter should be solved easily..."

Li Bo looked at Locke in astonishment, and couldn't help but think of the previous discussion with Marianne about Locke's development prospects in Lapd. He didn't expect that Locke would establish his own connections in Lapd so quickly.

Marian frowned and said, "If I had known you would ask the FBI for help, why not ask Jester to send a few cowboys over? This is a favor from the FBI!"

Locke shrugged and said indifferently: "I also want to try the quality of the FBI's favor. Besides, if Detective Hunter dies accidentally, the favor will be wasted, so it should be used when it's time." use……"

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't escape this time, he would have needed to worry about the black braised egg.

"You don't want to think about it!"

Marian glared at Locke and said, "I talked to Jester on the phone this morning. If the protection order is lifted tomorrow, we will go back to Lebec this weekend. You can also call Jester back later."

"Okay, I'll call when I get back to the room..."

Locke picked up his phone, then picked up a piece of pizza, stood up and said, "I will continue to study the information for the police detective exam later. If you are not down during dinner time, don't call me!"

Li Bo watched Locke disappear around the corner of the stairs and turned to look at Marian in disbelief, "Locke just said he wanted to study?"

Marianne took a sip of her coffee and said with a nonchalant expression, "Didn't I tell you that he studied for four hours last time?"

Li Bo blurted out: "Are you sure you are talking about Locke and not Jett?"

Jett, who was adjusting Xbox next to the TV, turned to look over, "What's the matter?"

……

Three black Escalades drove toward East Los Angeles. Detective Hunter in the passenger seat asked with a serious face for the target's location information.

In the driver's seat, Liv turned her head to look at Hunter from time to time. She found that Detective Hunter had become much more silent and serious since the car was burned.

After Detective Hunter finished the call, she asked: "Hunter, can you tell me now who the target of our operation is?"

Detective Hunter stared forward with a stern expression, "I received news that there is a gang in Fullerton that wants to attack ordinary people..."

He is still a little confused now and can't figure out why Locke asked him to deal with such a simple matter. Is it a test?

Liv was confused. She turned to look at Detective Hunter, "Are you kidding me? Uh, I understand. I'm wiping the butt of a big shot again..."

Detective Hunter's mouth twitched, Locke was not a big shot.

Well, his eyes shrank when he thought of his true identity. Maybe he was indeed a big shot.