North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

The Mexican drug trafficker remained silent. He knew very well the seriousness of these three problems, especially the last two.

At this time, Henry's anxious shout came from outside, "Locke, how are you?"

"I'm fine. Don't come in yet. Treat the wounded first..."

Locke's eyes were fixed on the Mexican drug dealer on the ground, but his ears were alert to listen to the movements around him. When he saw that the drug dealer wanted to continue to pretend to be dead, his eyes turned cold and he shot the drug dealer four times on his limbs.

"Ow..."

The drug dealer on the ground instantly turned into a landed lobster, curled up in pain, and said quickly: "My name is Jose Camilo, we are from the Navarro Group, and there are 26 such cultivation sheds in Lebec. , 6 is legal, 20 is illegal, stop my bleeding, I don’t want to die, I am willing to lead you the way..."

He also wanted to hold on, knowing that once he opened his mouth, the organization would never let him go if they knew of his betrayal.

However, he knew better that if he didn't speak, he would die immediately.

Locke's mind immediately flashed information about the Navarro Group, which is also a drug trafficking organization in Tijuana, Mexico. However, compared to the notorious Santoni organization, the Navarro Group's reputation in Tijuana is relatively better.

Things like attacking police stations, beheadings, and hanging betrayed drug traffickers or opponents from viaducts are something the Navarro group rarely does.

Well, they look more civilized.

However, their flour exports to the United States every year are firmly among the top five, and they are one of the important flour suppliers in the western United States. Because of their stable channels and reliable quality, they are deeply loved by customers in California and Nevada.

Unexpectedly, in addition to the flour business, the Navarro Group was also involved in the leaf business, and even opened a plantation directly behind Los Angeles.

To actually think of selling leaves openly in Los Angeles, this organization's IQ is extraordinary.

Locke has never shown any sympathy for drug dealers. He said coldly: "I didn't hit your artery, so as long as you don't seek death, you shouldn't die..."

Having determined that there were no other drug dealers, he came out of his hiding spot and stared down at the drug dealer who was twitching in pain on the ground.

This is a Mexican in his 30s, with a beard, a plaid shirt, jeans and boots, very standard Mexican clothing.

Jose Camilo looked up at Locke, but only saw a pair of emotionless eyes in the black hood. He lowered his head and begged for mercy: "Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Locke hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice: "I don't want your family in Mexico to die. Next, you should know what to do..."

Jose Camilo looked up at Locke, wanting to obey his instructions and not wanting to see a yellow boot coming towards him and kicking him directly in the face.

"boom!"

The pain was so suffocating that the whole world went dark and I fainted.

The Navarro Group has such a large presence in Lebec that it cannot be dealt with unless it is dealt with. It has already jeopardized Lebec's stability.

If there are ten drug dealers in a grow shed, there will be 260 people, which no farm can handle.

But how to deal with it, I still have to ask Jester, he is not familiar with Lebeck.

Locke quickly found the storage room mentioned by Jose Camilo. The door was open. He pushed the door open with a gun. A strong smell of blood hit his face. There were six bodies of men and women lying inside. Blood has soaked through most of the storage room.

Locke's eyes narrowed. Among the six people, there were actually three Asians, two men and one woman.

He has already guessed where this group of people came from and why they were detained by the Navarro Group to grow leaves here. This is more useful labor than illegal immigrants.

No one knows they exist, they are completely consumables, and they appear endlessly on the US-Mexico border.

Locke turned and walked towards the door, feeling strange for no reason. If Li Bo knew about this, he would be in a bad mood again.

When passing by Jose Camilo, who had fainted on the ground, Locke's eyes turned cold. The drug dealer must have heard something wrong outside and immediately silenced these illegal immigrants.

But in the end, he suppressed his murderous intention and kicked the Smith & Wesson 625 revolver further.

Anyway, those three people are no longer Chinese, Li Bo probably won't say anything, and this guy is still useful.

It only took less than a minute and a half from entering the leaf growing shed to coming out, and less than 30 seconds to kill. Most of the remaining time was spent on Jose Camilo's cross-examination.

As soon as he came out, Locke saw a scene of wailing all over the place. Seven or eight people were lying on the ground and receiving first aid. Fortunately, they were all shot in the limbs. After all, they were wearing body armor, which protected their vital parts.

There are also unlucky ones who are shot in the head, and there are two corpses next to them, a livestock policeman and a cowboy.

Henry led Matthew to stay at the door. When he saw him coming out, he looked him up and down and asked, "How are you? Are you not injured?"

Locke took off his hood, shook his head and replied: "No, everything has been cleared up. There are 10 drug dealers and six other workers who were silenced by drug dealers in advance..."

When Henry heard that there was no movement inside, he already guessed it, but he was still shocked by Locke's toughness and couldn't help but punch him.

"Locke, you are so awesome!"

Matthew next to him also had a face full of shock. Although he had seen Locke's marksmanship last time when he killed the coyote, killing the coyote was completely different from fighting head-on. The things lying on the ground spoke volumes.

When I think of Locke killing all the drug dealers in the shed alone, I can't help but feel a little cold in my heart. How brave this is!

Locke glanced at Matthew and told him the information he heard from Jose Camilo.

Henry's expression changed instantly, and he hurriedly said: "You call Jester, I'll go find William..."

Locke returned to the car, took out his cell phone from the passenger seat, turned it on, and dialed Jester's number.

The call was answered instantly, obviously waiting for their call, Jester asked: "Locke, how are you? Is everything going well?"

Locke glanced at the wounded people lying on the ground wailing, and replied: "It's not going well, there are casualties, but we are all fine, the drug dealers are all dead, and some things have been discovered..."

William Holden was also shot, in the thigh. He was sitting in the back seat of a pickup truck, letting the cowboys help him stop the bleeding. When he saw Henry coming over, he endured the severe pain and said gratefully: "Henry, thank you this time." Locke, otherwise, all of us may have to answer here!"

Henry asked: "Are you okay?"

William Holden twitched the corner of his mouth, his face showing coldness and sternness, without the elegance before, "You can't die yet!"

He glanced at Locke who was on the phone and asked, "What did Locke say, has everything been cleaned up?"

Henry did not answer, but glanced at the cowboy next to him. William Holden waved his hand, and the cowboy immediately walked away.

Henry said in a deep voice: "This cultivation shed is different from the previous ones. There are 10 drug traffickers guarding it and 6 cultivation workers. The cultivation workers have been killed by the drug dealers in advance. Locke left one alive, who confessed that they were drug traffickers in Tijuana, Mexico. Organization, they have a total of 26 such planting sheds in Lebeke. You should also call Chester quickly. This matter is beyond our scope..."

William Holden's expression changed instantly. He hurriedly found his cell phone and said, "Henry, please bring someone to control the living creature first..."