North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

At the door of Cortina's villa, the yard door was already open. Locke parked the car on the side of the road, put down the seat and scrolled through Instagram. After a while, a white Chevrolet Express van appeared in the rearview mirror.

The Chevrolet Express slowly stopped at the door of the villa. Locke put away his cell phone, opened the door and got out of the car.

A middle-aged Mexican man with curly hair got out of the driver's seat of the Chevrolet Express. He glanced at the yard and asked in English with a Mexican accent: "Is this Mr. Li? I'm Eldo Madrio. I'm very happy to help you." Serve……"

Locke nodded. He glanced at the Chevrolet Express. There were three people inside and asked, "How long do you need it?"

Erdo Madrio asked: "Can I go in first and take a look?"

Locke nodded, "Of course!"

At this time, three people on the Chevrolet Express also got off, two young Mexicans, one in his 30s and the other in his 20s.

There was also a Mexican woman with pretty features, a hot figure, big breasts and a wide butt. When she got off the car, her eyes were glued to Locke's eyes.

The man who seemed to be her husband scolded her dissatisfiedly in Mexican, and then followed her into the villa, but still took three steps and turned back.

He also asked the young man in his 20s in Mexican, "Mario, is this the Hollywood star? So handsome!"

The young man named Mario warned in a low voice: "Helena, don't forget Papa's warning. Don't stare at the guests so impolitely. This is too rude. You were so embarrassed just now. If you offend the guests, we may lose them." This business..."

Locke naturally heard the Mexican language clearly in the yard, but he didn't feel offended.

After all, it is human nature to pursue beauty. He is handsome and cannot help but be admired.

If the guess is correct, these four people should be a family.

Mexican illegal workers in the United States are basically family units.

After a while, Erdo Madrio came out and said, "Mr. Li, I'm sorry for the offense to my family. She just came from rural Mexico and has not seen much of the world...

Locke shook his head and smiled: "It doesn't matter. You've seen it all, how much does it cost?"

"Thank you for your tolerance..."

Eldo Madrio replied gratefully and pondered for a moment, "This house should have been cleaned and looks very clean. We only need to do deep cleaning and disinfection, which will take about four hours, um, How about $800?"

Locke had no intention of counteroffering, "Do you want cash or transfer?"

Erdo Madrio said: "It would be better if I could pay in cash..."

Locke took out the money he had prepared directly from his pocket and counted 10 bills. "It's a tip. I will leave if I have something to do. After work, if I don't come back, you can leave on your own..."

25% tip! ! !

Erdo Madrio's waist instantly bent, and his expression became more and more respectful, "Please rest assured, I will definitely clean your house carefully..."

"Then leave it to you..."

Locke waved to Eldo Madrio, pulled G55 away and got on the bus.

In fact, he would rather hire a regular housekeeping company, but he is now so poor that he only has cash, so he can only find Mexican illegal workers who are more willing to accept cash.

……

When Locke drove up to Mendez's repair shop, he was almost unrecognizable.

The huge parking lot that was previously filled with abandoned cars has been cleared out, revealing its true appearance. Below is a track that is as big as four football fields, and the view suddenly becomes wider.

The workshop and warehouse of the repair shop only occupy a small area. The entire repair shop is 3 hectares, and 95% of the area is the track.

However, although the parking lot has been cleared, it turns out that the track has long been abandoned. The track has collapsed, is full of potholes, overgrown with weeds, and desolate, but its former glory can still be seen.

As soon as Locke's car stopped, Victor Mendez and Ryder came over, but they didn't see Sarah Mendez.

Locke smiled and said: "Congratulations, Victor, you finally got everything back..."

Victor Mendes stretched out his fist to touch Locke and said gratefully: "Thank you, thank you, Locke. Without you, we would still be stuck in this quagmire. I will never forget your kindness." …”

Ryder also extended his fist with a silly smile on his face, "Master Locke, you are so powerful, you can actually mobilize the FBI. I heard from Sam that the scene when they were arrested was exactly the same as in the movie. A group of FBI suddenly broke into the door, and they There was no resistance at all, they were all arrested..."

Is this kind of thing worth showing off?

Locke took advantage of the situation and asked: "How long will Sam be imprisoned?"

Ryder shrugged: "It's only 6 months. He wants to stay longer, preferably a year!"

"..."

Locke didn't know how to answer the question for a moment. The brain circuit of black people is indeed different.

He looked at the three people working in the workshop and asked curiously: "Did you hire someone?"

There were three people working in the workshop. They all seemed to be quite old, at least fifty.

There was a black man, a white man, and one who looked like a Latino. They all looked neat in their movements, making the garage suddenly look like it was there. It no longer looked like it was about to close down at any time.

Uh, this configuration is also very politically correct.

Victor Mendez replied: "They are all old people who used to follow Edmund. Now that the parking lot problem has been solved, I believe that the repair shop's business will slowly recover. Just ask them to continue to come back and modify your F150." It’s just that their craftsmanship is no worse than yours, that’s why they’re so fast this time..."

"Oh, then I would like to take a look..."

Locke's eyes lit up. The better the technology of Mendez's garage, the better it met his expectations.

He threw the key to the Mercedes-Benz G55 in his hand to Victor Mendes, "Now that the Raptor has been modified, help me modify this car as well. All the glass will be replaced with bulletproof ones, and the back seat and rear seats will be bulletproof." A box plus two rifle racks, and other places that need to be prepared, you can take care of it..."

Locke leaned a little closer to Victor and whispered: "I put 10 dollars in the armrest box. This car, plus the modification fee for the Hellcat, you can use it first..."

He also experienced the experience of a drug dealer having so much cash that he couldn't spend it, so he wanted to throw away money all the time.

Victor Mendes frowned, "The money you gave me before has not been used up yet? You have helped so much this time..."

Locke turned around and said: "One code is another code, business is business, friendship is friendship. Besides, you also saved my life!"

Under Victor Mendez's puzzled gaze, Locke showed him a photo of the battle-damaged Raptor F150, "If it weren't for your awesome modifications, I would have been in trouble last time!"

Victor Mendez stared at the photo, his face full of shock, and exclaimed: "Is this what was caused by the last terrorist attack in Los Angeles?"

Ryder also peeked out with his tall head, and immediately shouted: "OMG it's so cool, where's that car? Victor, I think we should get this car to the store for display, that's great Advertising!"

Locke looked at Ryder in surprise, not expecting this guy to have such a mind.

He replied: "This car has been taken away by the insurance company and is ready to be scrapped. If you really want to put it here for display advertising, I will give you the phone number of the insurance company later..."

"Uh……"

Locke suddenly felt that something was wrong. He always felt that something was missing. Why did that young and hot figure never appear?

He asked: "Why don't you see Sarah?"