North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Tony Gerrard's heart tightened suddenly, and he felt like he was being targeted by a beast. This feeling was very familiar to him. This was murderous intent!

His eyes instantly turned into shock. He didn't expect Locke to be so murderous. He said hurriedly: "Don't get me wrong, I just happened to know that you were undercover during this period, and the time when you ended your undercover service was similar to what happened in the past two days. So after a little bit of speculation, we’ll know…”

Locke looked back and said calmly: "Vice team, the commander has banned us from talking about this undercover operation..."

Tony Gerrard shrugged and said with a depressed expression: "I understand, after all, this operation is too sensitive and the interests involved are too deep, but Locke, you are really lucky this time!"

Locke gave him a surprised look. This was the second time he said he was lucky.

He asked: "Deputy team, have you also been an undercover agent?"

Tony Gerrard was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly reached into his clothes, took out a stainless steel wine bottle, opened it and took a sip, "Yes, but that was a long time ago, more than ten years ago... …”

Seeing Locke staring at the flask in his hand in astonishment, he unscrewed it slowly and put it back in his chest pocket. After swallowing the liquid in his mouth, he blew a breath at Locke off guard, "Don't worry, it's not I’ve given up drinking, it’s mouthwash!”

It is indeed the smell of mouthwash, but I actually drink mouthwash. What kind of hobby is this?

Locke was speechless for a while. He was obviously a melancholic and decadent uncle, but why did he suddenly become so funny?

Are you sure this is a German Jew?

Locke said abruptly: "There is a bullet mark on the wine bottle..."

Tony Gerrard glanced at him appreciatively, "Keeping observation!"

He patted his chest, "It saved my life..."

Locke has roughly guessed what happened to Tony Gerrard. Combined with the two times he said he was lucky, his previous undercover operations may have failed, leading to his drinking...

After a while, Locke arrived at the gathering point of the gb racing party. The scene here during the day was completely different from that at night. It was just a highway.

There are no DJ cars, no bar cars, no luxury cars, and no handsome men and beautiful women dancing.

"It's here..."

Locke and Tony Gerrard got out of the car one after another. The sun was a little bright and both of them were wearing sunglasses.

Tony Gerrard walked around the roadside and looked at the Santa Monica beach not far away. "It's true that I can't see anything. It seems that I can only come here at night, but come on." Everyone is here, let’s go to Monica Beach to eat seafood. I know a very good seafood restaurant. No reservation is needed..."

Locke glanced at him suspiciously, "Vice Captain, are you here specifically to eat seafood?"

Tony Gerald ignored Locke and tapped the police badge on his chest with his finger, "I'm going to teach you the first lesson. Unless you need to identify yourself, the detective should not reveal your identity easily outside. Otherwise, your plain clothes will be in vain. wore!"

After saying that, he specifically lifted up his clothes to reveal the police badge hanging on his waist, looking like an old bird.

Locke looked down at the police detective badge hanging on his chest, and then looked at the police badge on Tony Gerrard's waist. He felt that it was really silly to hang it like this. He quickly took it off and put the clip into his pocket. The police badge Also clip on your belt and hide under your suit.

Tony Gerrard nodded with satisfaction, "That's decent. Let's go. Today you join the job, treat me to a seafood meal to celebrate..."

"Thanks, uh..."

Locke stared at Tony Gerrard, who got on the bus first, and twitched the corners of his mouth. This guy was a bit interesting.

He couldn't help but think of David, wondering if he had a beautiful daughter?

……

As one of the popular attractions in Los Angeles, Santa Monica Beach never lacks tourists. The beach is crowded with tourists, and people of all colors and languages ​​come from all directions.

After Locke and Tony Gerrard parked their car, they walked to the seafood restaurant on the beach. Wearing sunglasses and casual clothes, they blended in among the tourists, no different from the tourists around them.

Tony Gerrard said: "In most cases, we have to hide ourselves among the crowd so that we can observe. Don't imitate those idiots from the FBI who use black suits as uniforms, just like filming "The Matrix" Same……"

Locke saw Tony Gerald looking around, sometimes looking at the dazzling array of souvenirs next to him, sometimes staring at the sexy bikini girl, busy non-stop, just like a tourist coming here for sightseeing.

Locke listened very carefully to Tony Gerrard's teaching, but when he heard what he said next, he couldn't help but laugh. It seems that Lapd's scolding the FBI was politically correct!

Soon we arrived at the seafood restaurant that Tony Gerrard mentioned. He did not hesitate to praise it, "This restaurant is very good and very unique, especially the taste. The texture is very rich. Can you eat spicy food?"

"can……"

Locke nodded. What a coincidence. The restaurant Tony mentioned was actually the seafood restaurant where he and Jennifer Gray went on their first date.

That time he also happened to meet the wanted criminal Harry Beilein. At that time, he regarded the Nevada Buffalo Gang boss as a big fish and ignored the real big fish "doctor".

"I'll just sit here. I can just take a look at the beauties..."

Locke saw that Tony Gerald had just chosen the seat where he and Jennifer Gray sat last time. He couldn't complain anymore. What a coincidence!

Unfortunately, last time I dined with a beautiful woman, this time I dined with a rough uncle.

When Tony Gerrard was ordering food, Locke looked specifically at the corner where Harry Beilein was last spotted. Fortunately, it was not that coincidental.

At this moment, three young Asian girls are sitting over there, speaking Chinese, and they should be Chinese students studying abroad.

They are dressed very sexy and their hair is very eye-catching. Three of them have three colors, green, red and silver.

Tony Gerrard ordered the dishes without asking Locke, and at the end he specifically said, "We have to work in the afternoon, so just drink a bottle of beer to satisfy our craving!"

Who wants to drink?

Locke finally couldn't hold it back and raised his middle finger at this bastard.

"Hahaha, relax, that's it. The job of a detective is completely different from that of a patrol officer..."

Tony Gerrard laughed loudly. Following Locke's gaze, he turned his head and glanced behind him. He also spotted three beautiful Asian girls and joked: "Hey, you said you have a girlfriend..." "

Locke curled his lips and said: "What you just taught, I was observing..."

Tony Gerald shrugged, "Okay, let me teach you another lesson. In the police detective bureau, as long as you are senior enough and have no ambitions for the position, you will occasionally violate the rules, as long as you are not caught. There will be no problem. Of course, the premise is that he has a trustworthy partner!"

Locke naturally knew what this guy meant, but Tony Gerrard's behavior was really beyond his expectation.

After listening to Madeleine Hill's introduction before, he thought Tony Gerrard was a strict and rigid person.

At this time, the beer was delivered, and it was actually a terrible Mexican beer, Corona!

Tony Gerrard skillfully stuffed the lemon slice into the mouth of the bottle and raised the bottle to Locke, "Locke, welcome to the second team! Please take care of me!"

Locke also stuffed a piece of lemon, raised the bottle and touched it with him, "Nice to meet you, deputy! Please take care of me!"

When putting down the bottle, Locke casually glanced inside the restaurant, his eyes froze for a moment, but he quickly withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened.

Fuck, it can’t be such a coincidence!