North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Locke spent a lot of words to appease Marian and Li Bo, who were looking forward to his career change, telling them that being a police officer was what he wanted to do, and the rest were just hobbies.

Are you kidding me? If he's not a police officer, how can he use his skill card?

He is also looking forward to maxing out his attribute points to see if he can fly?

Marian, Li Bo, Jet and Hannah stayed at Villa Cortina until 9 o'clock before leaving. Locke once again stood at the door to see them off, with a smile on his face. This was the life he wanted.

Thinking of Jet and Hannah playing in the basement recreation room for half an hour just now, he suddenly felt that he still couldn't do anything in that room.

Otherwise, it would be so embarrassing if they discovered it!

Half an hour later, Marianne called. They were already home. The Cortina community was not too far from Beverly Hills.

After hanging up the phone, Locke went out dressed as a night jogger and jogged all the way, passing villas one after another until he ran out of the community.

After dressing up again, Locke chose a Honda Accord on the side of the road, and then went straight onto the Golden State Expressway. He planned to go to the east side of the San Gabriel Valley tonight to replenish his supplies and learn about the flour market. What to do with that batch of flour.

After searching online, he realized that throwing flour directly into the deep sea would pollute the ocean.

After all, it is worth tens of millions of dollars. It would be a pity to lose it, so it is better to continue to create value. Those poisonous insects don’t deserve to live anyway. Eating them to death can be considered as purifying the earth.

It's not like he didn't think about putting this batch of flour somewhere and notifying the FBI or DEA.

After telling the FBI about the Guzman Group's stronghold, he thought about disposing of this batch of flour. Anyway, Guzman remembered that it was a drug trafficking organization, and it was normal to have an extra 2 tons of flour.

But when he thought about the dark history of the FBI and DEA, he felt that leaving this batch of flour to them was no different from giving them free money.

Rather than making the FBI and DEA cheaper, it would be better to earn the money yourself and do more meaningful things.

For example, Make the Locke Family Great, or MRGF for short. (makerockgreatforever)

You can go directly to the San Gabriel Valley by heading east on the Golden State Expressway on Highway [-], but for safety reasons, Locke decided to take a detour, continue down, and then take the Pomona Expressway (pomona Fwy).

At the COSTCO on Castleton Street, Locke disguised himself again and changed into a Mercedes-Benz. He then continued east along the Pomona Expressway, changed to the Orange County Expressway to go north, then drove back west onto Highway [-] and circled a The Great Circle arrives in the East San Gabriel Valley.

In the parking lot of Dahua Supermarket in San Gabriel Valley, Locke slowly restored his Japanese face according to his memory.

But this time he made some changes to make himself less greasy and flirty.

His face was still sallow and his expression was fierce. He wore a black leather jacket on his upper body and blue jeans on his lower body. He also had a golden Rolex Daytona 18K gold watch on his wrist.

Then he took out a Sig Sauer P320 that he bought from Sister Feng last time from the storage space and inserted it into his waist.

……

Huatuo Pharmacy.

Locke walked in with a step of disowning his relatives, with an unruly and arrogant look on his face. This time, the Chinese young man Song Qing was not playing with his mobile phone, but was loading bullets into the magazine of the Colt M2000.

When Song Qing saw Locke walking in, his expression changed. He immediately inserted the magazine into the M2000 and asked coldly: "What do you want this time?"

It was obvious that he had recognized Locke.

Locke wanted this effect, otherwise he would be able to find out something if he came as a stranger to inquire about information.

Well, although he is almost like a stranger, there is still a difference between having cooperated once and never.

Locke forced out a smile and said in Chinese with a Japanese accent: "Propofol, etomidate, dexmedetomidine, midazolam, fentanyl..."

The anesthetics and truth serum prepared before were too poor. He has improved the formula and is preparing to reconstitute some.

Song Qing did not ask for instructions this time and said directly: "Same as last time, 3000 yuan..."

"no problem!"

Because he was wearing human leather gloves, Locke took out a wad of money, quickly counted thirty bills and placed them on the counter.

Song Qing picked up the money, counted it, said hello to the top through the intercom, and then pointed to the stairs, "Go up and get the medicine!"

Locke did not go up, but continued to speak in broken Chinese: "Song Sang, thank you for your help last time, for getting me out of trouble, Aligado!"

He bowed sincerely to Song Qing, which he learned from the Japanese woman he knew when he lived in the Grand Apartment.

After Nami Suzuki fainted and woke up that time, the first thing she did was kneel down and salute him, apologizing for her unbearable insult.

Since you want to pretend to be Japanese, you should pretend to be more like a Japanese and leave more impression on the other party.

Song Qing frowned and stared at Locke, a gleam of realization flashed in his eyes. Last time he was buying medicine and a gun. He was very poor. Now he is dressed in bright clothes. He just counted the money and showed tens of thousands of dollars in gold labor. Look at it. It's time to turn around and become prosperous.

He asked: "What happened this time?"

Locke took a step forward and asked directly in a low voice: "I don't know if Song Sang sells flour. I don't need much. I only need 20KG this time..."

Before Locke could finish speaking, Song Qing's face changed drastically and he pointed the Colt M2000 at Locke, "Get out, I never sell that stuff here!"

Locke hurriedly raised his hands, looking shocked. He really didn't expect Song Qing's reaction to be so big. They were all contraband!

He stared at Song Qing's hand and continued: "Song Sang, if you can provide some information, I would be very grateful..."

He lifted up his clothes with one hand, then slowly took out the money from before, and placed it on the counter in front of Song Qing to show his sincerity.

Song Qing glanced at the sword in front of him. It looked like it was at least six to seven thousand dollars, and his expression instantly became less determined.

He didn't take the money, lowered the gun in his hand, shook his head and said: "We don't do this, you should go find the Mexicans..."

Locke hurriedly said: "If Song Sang can help contact me, Mitsui will be grateful..."

As he spoke, he took out another wad of money from the other pocket and placed it in front of Song Qing. This time it was ten thousand US dollars.

Song Qing put down the gun in his hand, but still stared at Locke defensively. He put his hand on the U.S. bills, flicked them with his thumb, and after confirming that they were genuine bills, asked: "You haven't made flour, have you?"

Locke shook his head and said: "No..."

"I'm just telling you, there's no one like this. If we hadn't cooperated once, I would have fired just now. Who knows if you were an undercover COP? Americans are the best at fishing and law enforcement..."

Song Qing glanced at Locke coldly, and then asked: "Then where do you plan to bulk goods?"

The entire flour market in Los Angeles and even California has been divided up. If the Japanese wants to bulk goods in Los Angeles or California, he will soon be dead.

He didn't want to be involved in this, so he had to ask.

Locke replied: "I plan to transport it back to Japan..."

Song Qing was startled and blurted out: "Fuck, then why don't you find channels in South America? You Japanese have a lot of influence in South America! Well, the goods in South America are monopolized by Japanese gangs, but you actually want to ship them from the United States? What do you think about returning flour to Japan? The price in the United States is much more expensive than in Mexico. You should go to Mexico..."

Song Qing stared at Locke suspiciously. He didn't understand the market at all and just wanted to sell flour. I'm afraid he was not a fool!

Locke was stunned for a moment. He heard a lot of information from Song Qing's words. He just didn't understand, so he came here.

He bowed again, "Song Sang, please give me your advice!"