North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Locke naturally knew why Madeleine Hill called at this time. He was a little surprised as to why she knew so quickly. He did not answer the phone immediately, but went to the refrigerator to get a lightbud.

After taking a sip of cold beer, Locke answered the phone and asked in a puzzled voice: "Madeline, what's wrong so late?"

Madeleine Hill was silent for two seconds and then said the code in conjunction, "I have some insomnia and want to talk to you..."

Locke's mouth curved and he asked in a normal voice: "Captain Hill, what's wrong so late?"

Madeleine Hill asked: "Locke, where are you now?"

Locke replied: "I just went home, Captain Hill, and I was about to report something to you and Anna!"

Madeleine Hilton paused and asked, "What's the matter?"

Locke seemed to be frightened and took a sip of beer before saying: "The drag racing gang in Compton had a fight under the Long Beach Expressway overpass tonight. That 'mad dog' Neil should be too busy taking care of himself to cause trouble for me..." "

Madeleine Hill was silent for two seconds again and asked, "Were you at the scene just now?"

"what!"

Locke exclaimed, "Did the Detective Bureau get involved so soon? No, I made an appointment with Neil and Jesse to meet here. I wanted to reconcile with them. I was afraid that they would bite me and affect the subsequent actions. I quickly When I arrived, I heard a gun battle was taking place under the overpass, so I didn’t go there..."

Madeleine Hill asked coldly: "Why didn't you report this matter in time?"

Locke hesitated and said: "Captain Hill, these two guys are looking for Henry Gibbs everywhere and want to kill me! It will be beneficial to us if they have internal strife and a shootout. I wish they would die more. They are all trash of society anyway. Why? So, how many died?"

Madeleine Hill thought that Locke would quibble, but she didn't expect that he would be so frank and speak so freely. Does this mean he trusts her, or does he have no authority at all?

She replied: "15 people died, and 6 were seriously injured. Jesse and Neil are also dead..."

Locke exclaimed: "Great, these two guys are dead too!"

He could guess what happened after they left. It should be that the surviving black brothers took the slightly injured black brothers away, while the corpses and seriously injured ones stayed where they were.

Brother Hei is not in the habit of collecting corpses for gang members. They are all dead, so naturally there will be no friendship.

Who wants to pay for a corpse?

Should I still take him back to hold a funeral?

Stay where you are, and lapd will naturally wash the floor.

As for those who are seriously injured, it is even more impossible to send them to the hospital. The most they can do is call the police, which is the best thing they can do.

Madeleine Hill suddenly felt that she had nothing to say, "Write a report to me tomorrow..."

After hanging up the phone, Locke shrugged. It was really hard. It seemed that he still needed to get used to his new boss.

But fortunately, he had already tested it out, and this new boss was not the type to follow the rules.

How can she be a good person if she can be called Black Widow?

……

Under the Long Beach Overpass, forensic officers from the Detective Bureau's Scientific Investigations Division were cleaning up traces of the scene.

On the periphery were patrol police from the port area and ambulances. The scene was brightly lit and busy.

Madeleine Hill stood on the outside with a stern expression, analyzing the call just now in her mind.

Seeing that she had finished the call, a middle-aged white man with black hair and a gloomy and unkempt expression came over and asked, "How is it? Does it have anything to do with him?"

Madeleine Hill looked hesitant. Since they were not face-to-face, she was dubious about Locke's words. However, the scene seemed very clean and there were no traces of third-party involvement. It was a standard gangster brawl scene.

She nodded and shook her head, "He said he just called Jesse and Neil to come over for negotiation. When he arrived, he found Jesse and Neil having a gunfight and left. Tony, do you believe what he said? ?”

"This guy must have tricked these two idiots on purpose..."

Deputy Tony Gerrard showed a playful smile, "Interesting young man, no wonder Tom Williams wants to get him into the first team! His IQ and scheming are indeed not comparable to those of ordinary police detectives..."

He stretched and said, "Fortunately, no one else was notified. It seems we can call it a day."

Madeline Hill also smiled charmingly when she heard this. She didn't want to stay up late, let alone wipe Locke's butt again.

She stared at the beautiful female forensic doctor who was putting the body into a body bag. Katherine Murphy seemed to want to say something just now, but she didn't say anything in the end.

She nodded and said: "Well, I'm going to say hello to William and ask him to report the scene directly to the Anti-Narcotics and Anti-Narcotics Department tomorrow..."

Under normal circumstances, gang cases would not be transferred to the Robbery and Murder Division, but because of Locke's call today, he said that he was being targeted by the Compton drag racing gang.

The Robbery and Murder Division's Second Division had to provide backup and began to pay attention to the Compton drag racing gang, so the case was transferred to the Second Division.

Madeleine Hill happened to be drinking in the bar with deputy team member Tony Gerrard. When she received the call, she rushed over to understand the situation.

However, now that the Compton Racing Gang has almost disbanded and there is no longer a threat to Locke, the second team naturally does not need to continue to follow up and can just return the case to the Anti-Narcotics Division.

……

After dealing with his new boss, Locke sent a message back to Daisy Greenberg. After all, it was too late to call back.

He told the eldest lady that he was participating in a mission and his cell phone would be turned off frequently. He would notify her after the mission was over.

Unexpectedly, Daisy Greenberg didn't fall asleep and came back in seconds.

"I want to see you……"

Locke's mind instantly pictured the weak image of a woman sitting on the window sill with her legs in her arms. She wouldn't have been waiting for his reply!

Is this sick again?

Locke hesitated and asked, "Where are you?"

Half an hour later, Locke was stopped outside of Beverly Hills, er, specifically, the gated entrance to the super mansion on Sunset Boulevard North.

North of Sunset Boulevard is the real Beverly luxury area. The prices of houses there start at least 3000 million U.S. dollars, and there are many more than [-] million U.S. dollars.

Most Hollywood superstars, sports stars, well-known media figures, and some super rich people live here. To enter this area, you need to obtain authorization from the homeowner.

Locke was also told that his Challenger Hellcat's exhaust was too noisy and would be a nuisance to residents, so he was not allowed to enter.

Looking at the modest, polite and conscientious security personnel, Locke could only call Daisy Greenberg, "Send someone to pick me up..."

Deep down in my heart, I felt a little bit amused, and at the same time, I also had some feelings. Sure enough, I was a person from two worlds.

More than ten minutes later, the familiar Bentley Mulsanne slowly drove up. Locke opened the door and got out of the car, opened the back seat of the Bentley, got in, and found Daisy Greenberg actually inside, "Why did you come here in person? "

"..."

Daisy Greenberg just looked at him with a cold expression and had no intention of speaking.

Locke felt inexplicably guilty when she stared at her. Was she blaming him for disappearing without a trace?

He has already discovered that this is the one inside. He rarely communicates with this person. Most of the time it is physical contact, so he stops talking. I really don't know how the two bodyguards in the front row can bear it.

After driving for more than ten minutes, the car drove into a hilltop with lush trees and entered a large European-style manor.

After parking the car at the door, Daisy Greenberg got out of the car and walked straight into the house. Locke opened the door and got out of the car, and was instantly shocked by the manor in front of him.

Standing in the courtyard, he could overlook the entire Beaver Hills and Los Angeles. He had never experienced this view before.

The yard of the manor adopts a European-style courtyard design, with various statues, flowing water, and waterfalls. The landscape lights are lit, and the entire manor is brightly lit.

The style of the villa is Spanish Andalusian style, a standard Mediterranean style, with a very arc shape and even a round dome, which is similar to a palace. This is the heritage of Jewish old money.

Compared with this manor that exudes a historical atmosphere, the sea view villa in Malibu instantly became an internet celebrity.

It seems that the information is wrong!

Locke has researched the mansions in the northern part of Sunset Boulevard. The estate in front of him is worth at least hundreds of millions of dollars, so Daisy Greenberg's inheritance is definitely more than hundreds of millions of dollars.

He stared at the graceful figure in front of him. It seemed that he was Jewish or mentally ill. It seemed that it was not unacceptable!