North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

As soon as Locke finished speaking, Alice Rose's expression changed instantly, but before she could speak, Craven Pierce next to her spoke first.

He stared at Locke fiercely, "Henry Gibbs, Alice thinks highly of you, so she invited you to play with us. Don't be so shameless. Do you really think that after destroying the Greyhound Gang, you can live in Los Angeles?" So arrogant? Don't dare to be arrogant in front of us just because of your relationship with the military. Your father is just a white glove..."

"..."

Locke stared at Craven Pierce who looked like he had been stabbed in the anus, showed a playful smile, and asked Alice Rose: "Is this your licking dog? Uh, by the way, where was the licking dog from last time?" "

Alice Rose immediately replied: "He offended you last time, so I sent him to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean to feed the fish..."

Locke stared at Alice Rose blankly, nodded and said: "It's interesting. I never thought you would dare to play such a perverted way in the United States!"

"Henry Gibbs, you must apologize to me..."

Sanges Camilo looked offended, "I extended my friendship to you, but you humiliated me. You may not know who I am. No one in Los Angeles dares to humiliate me Sanges. Camilo…”

"Fuck, I hate people showing off in front of me the most..."

Locke's expression also changed. He stared at Sanges Camilo with a cold face, "Of course I know who you are. Your father is California Democratic Party Whip Belis Camilo, right?"

Sanges Camilo looked arrogant and said: "It's good that you know. Others are afraid of your military background, but I am not afraid. In California, I am the king..."

Locke sneered coldly and asked Alice Rose: "Why do you play with such an idiot?"

He turned to Sanges Camilo and said coldly: "If I remember correctly, Belis Camilo is just a dog raised by the Newsom family. If you are the king, then who is Gavin Newsom? "

Sanges Camilo was so angry at Locke that he shouted: "Fuck, I'm going to kill you bastard..."

As he said that, he was about to go to the car to get the gun.

"Sanghis..."

"Henry Gibbs, don't mess around..."

Sanges Camilo leaned halfway into the Lamborghini Aventador LP700SVJ and was about to take out the gun from the glove box of the passenger seat. Then he touched the gun and noticed something on the back of his head, and his body froze instantly.

With a smile on his face, Locke poked the back of Sanchis Camilo's head with the Desert Eagle in his hand. He turned to Alice Rose, who was staring at him solemnly, and smiled: "I haven't met such an idiot in a long time, damn it. You are Donald Trump Jr., you only have one life, why do you want to mess with me, why? Why? Why?"

He struck it as soon as he said it, touched his face, and said to himself: "I just got this face done, you fucking want me to have plastic surgery again..."

Alice Rose stared at Locke, who exuded a crazy aura, and felt her heartbeat speed up suddenly, making her instantly wet.

After hearing his words, his eyes flashed, and the information about Henry Gibbs' plastic surgery in his mind immediately matched. He guessed that this guy must have committed something in Japan, so he had no choice but to go to South Korea for plastic surgery.

Feeling the cold murderous intent on Locke's body, Sanges Camilo felt as if his heart was being pinched by a hand, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

There was a voice in his heart that kept warning him that this lunatic would shoot him. The murderous intent made the hairs on his body stand on end.

Sanges Camilo felt the threat of death for the first time, and instantly withered, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Henry Gibbs, don't shoot, I was wrong..."

Locke's face was sickly pale. He breathed desperately, as if trying to calm down, "I promised not to kill people in the United States, huh huh..."

He turned to look at Alice Rose and said coldly: "You bitch asked me to come here. Do you want to use my hand to kill him?"

As soon as Locke said these words, the expressions of Alice Rose, Sanges Camilo, and Craven Pierce all changed.

Alice Rose blurted out: "I invited you to come over to compete, don't talk nonsense..."

Seeing Sanges Camilo turning his head and staring at her expressionlessly, he cursed: "Fuck, you idiot, don't you believe what this bastard says!"

At this time, Locke seemed to have returned to normal. He retracted his gun and patted Sanges Camilo on the shoulder, "My mood is not stable and I can't stand the stimulation. Don't mess with me. Don't be so arrogant in the future..."

Sanges Camilo shuddered and quickly apologized: "I was too impulsive. I also apologize to you..."

Seeing that Locke had returned to normal, Alice Rose asked in a cold voice: "Henry Gibbs, are you fucking sick?"

Locke frowned and stared at her, rolling his eyes in his heart, "You have the nerve to ask me?"

He replied coldly: "How do you know I'm sick? Have you investigated me? I have intermittent mania, so don't mess with me..."

"..."

Alice Rose's expression was stagnant. No wonder this guy's mental state seemed abnormal. He was really sick.

After a while, the four people who had been at war with each other just now were standing by the car talking with beers in their hands.

Locke's previous behavior was naturally all staged. After all, he has been in the gray world for more than 20 years, and he knows very well that most of the second generation of the powerful class are moody perverts.

If you want to blend in with them, you have to become more moody and perverted than they are.

Only by becoming the same kind can we penetrate them the fastest. Locke's temperament is integrated with the three of them, and his aura completely suppresses Alice Rose.

Sanges Camilo and Craven Pierce's two girls were both driven away by Locke.

In his words, I didn’t even have a girl, how could you two have a girl?

Craven Pierce reluctantly said: "There are so many girls here, as long as you wave, there will be no less than twenty kneeling in front of you..."

Locke said contemptuously: "I will not let such a thing lick my brother..."

A cold glint flashed in Sanges Camilo's eyes, and he pointed at Alice Rose, "You can fuck Alice, if you say so, she should be very willing..."

Locke replied in disgust: "I told you, I don't fuck whores!"

Alice Rose cursed: "Fuck, I'm not a whore!"

Locke frowned and said, "Don't you know you dress like a prostitute on the streets of Los Angeles?"

Alice Rose shouted hysterically: "My fur is from Fendi, my bra is from Chanel, and my skirt is from Hermès. Have you ever seen that prostitute dressed like this..."

Locke shrugged his shoulders and looked at Alice Rose who suddenly looked silly and sweet. He couldn't help but sneer in his heart and asked: "Tell me, what are you looking for me for?"