North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Locke observed carefully along the way and found that he was not being followed. He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. He was still very confident in his anti-tracking technology.

Half an hour later, he arrived at the Chinese District. When he saw the Chinese signs on the side of the car and the black-haired and yellow-skinned pedestrians on the street, he couldn't help but feel more cordial.

People always have an innate sense of closeness to people of the same origin and origin.

The Chinese District in the East End of the San Gabriel Valley is completely different from the traditional Chinatown. It is completely a Chinese community, with 60% of the population being Chinese.

Here, even those who only speak Chinese can survive well.

Locke changed into a hoodie in the car, put on a baseball cap and a pair of glasses, and put the hood of the hoodie on the baseball cap before getting out of the car.

After getting off the car, he made two large circles with ulterior motives to make sure there was really no one following him. Then he made his way into a small alley and finally stopped in front of a drugstore with only a light sign.

He couldn't help but be careless. If he hadn't been cautious enough, he wouldn't have been able to survive that long in the organization in his previous life. This kind of caution has been infiltrated into his bones.

Locke put on his mask again before entering the drugstore. This store is a stall in Chinatown that sells illegal drugs and is only open at night.

There was nothing in the drugstore except for a staircase. A Chinese male in his 20s was lying on the counter playing with his mobile phone, with a Colt m2000 in his hand.

He was obviously used to Locke's behavior of covering his head and face. He asked directly in Chinese: "What medicine do you need?"

Locke replied in Chinese: "Propofol, etomidate, dexmedetomidine, midazolam, fentanyl..."

"Wait a mininute……"

The Chinese young man interrupted Locke, took out a walkie-talkie from under the counter, and handed it directly to his mouth, "Say it again..."

Locke called again, and when he finished, a voice came from the intercom, telling him that several types were out of stock.

Locke replied: "Whatever I want..."

The intercom immediately quoted a price, "1000 US dollars, pay first!"

Without any hesitation, Locke bent his two fingers, took out a transparent PVC bag from his pocket, and handed it to the Chinese young man at the counter.

The Chinese young man opened the PVC bag, clicked the money, and replied into the intercom: "I've collected the money!"

He put the money in the drawer and said to Locke: "Go up!"

Locke glanced at the stairs and hesitated for a moment. He didn't bring a gun, but when he thought about L3's mixed martial arts, he thanked him and walked up the stairs.

He believed he could handle such a small space, but he still had to get an unregistered gun as soon as possible.

There was no accident. It seems that the local Chinese gangs are still very reputable.

At the stairs on the fourth floor, a Chinese aunt handed him two black bags and directed him to leave through another exit.

After going down the stairs from another exit, Locke did not go back to the car. Instead, he took off his mask and continued shopping. He also bought some daily necessities, such as Chinese seasonings, latex gloves, a new set of dark work clothes, cosmetics, etc. .

By the time he returned to the parking place, an hour had passed.

After getting in the car, Locke left immediately. After walking around in a big circle, he found a Sichuan restaurant for his dinner.

The diners in this restaurant are basically Chinese. Listening to the Chinese around them, it feels like being in China.

Locke ordered three dishes, one mapo tofu, one kung pao chicken, and one seaweed and egg drop soup. Half an hour later, he finished two bowls of rice and finished all three dishes.

Sure enough, if you eat Chinese food, you still have to visit the Chinese community. This is authentic Chinese food!

After eating, Locke suddenly had an idea and called his cheap dad in New York, telling him that he had found a great Chinese restaurant and wanted to take Li Bo over to eat when he returned to Los Angeles.

Li Bo was surprised by Locke's call. Ever since Locke entered the rebellious period in high school, father and son had quarreled every once in a while, creating a deep estrangement. Locke rarely took the initiative to call him.

Li Bo was very happy that his son called him and wanted to invite him to dinner. He agreed immediately.

Li Bo curiously asked Locke why he suddenly went to the Chinese District to eat Chinese food.

Locke then told about the meal he had with his colleagues at Panda Express at noon, "Obviously it was not real Chinese food, but everyone thought it was delicious and regarded it as a delicacy in the world. I suddenly wanted to eat authentic Chinese food and adjusted it." My taste buds come to the San Gabriel Valley. Daddy, when will you return to Los Angeles?"

Is it easy for him to maintain a complete home?

Li Bo was silent on the phone for a while before replying: "Didn't your mother tell you? I will go with you to visit your grandpa on Family Day next week..."

"great..."

The father and son chatted for a while longer before ending the call. Under Locke's initiative, the relationship between father and son had significantly eased.

Locke has gone through all of Locke Lee's memories during this period. It was not without reason that he entered a rebellious period in high school. His personality became irritable and irritable, he spoke dirty words, and he liked to fight.

After joining the football team, Rock Lee suffered discrimination because of his mixed-race Chinese identity. This made Rock Lee, who had been taught by Texas rednecks since he was a child, feel even more humiliated.

Grandpa Jester Locke instilled in Locke the principles of conduct in society when Locke was young. When facing the enemy, he must respond with an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

Therefore, Rock Lee had to become dirtier and more evil than others. Soon, he relied on his fists to become a veritable quarterback of the football team.

But in the eyes of Li Bo, who was born in New China and grew up under the red flag, Locke's actions to protect his dignity were completely abandoned.

Because Chinese people were discriminated against because of their identity, Rock Lee was also somewhat averse to Chinese people at that time, so he did not have in-depth communication with Li Bo. This created a gap between father and son.

After eating and drinking, Locke left the Sichuan Restaurant with a satisfied look. Chinese food in the United States is really expensive.

The three dishes plus service charge cost 120 US dollars, which most people really can't afford.

Fifteen minutes later, Locke parked the car in a shopping mall parking lot and specifically picked a corner without a camera. He went to the back seat of the car and began to sort out the things he had bought previously.

The first was potions. He bought more than a dozen kinds of illegal drugs for anesthesia, but in fact, only four were actually used. Soon he prepared three special potions according to the formula of his previous life.

Soon he put on his newly bought work clothes and put on makeup. Putting makeup on corpses is an essential skill for scavengers.

After some operations, Locke's whole body changed drastically, as if he was a different person. He got out of the back seat of the F150, locked the car, and walked straight to a black Toyota Corolla not far away.

The car had slight dust accumulation and it was obvious that the owner had not driven it in a while.

With the help of l3's driving skills and l2's unlocking skills, Locke entered and started the car without a key, which took less than 15 seconds.

Soon, the black Toyota Corolla left the parking lot and headed north toward the Mexican community of Pasadena.

In the car, Locke wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He had completely changed his appearance, as if he had returned to his previous life as a scavenger.