North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

After the meeting, Madeleine Hill led everyone to see the scene, leaving Skye Spears in the office for information support as usual.

In the parking lot, because the F150 Raptor was going to be equipped with hidden police lights and radios, Locke had already handed over the keys. When he was about to touch someone's car, Tony Gerrard threw his car keys over.

"Thank you, deputy team..."

Tony Gerrard's car was a black Ford Explorer. Locke regretted it as soon as he got in the car. The car smelled bad. He turned around and glanced at the back seat. Sure enough, he saw quilts and other daily necessities, as well as snack bags. and bottles containing brown liquid.

He said to Tony Gerrard, who was already very old and sitting in the passenger seat: "Vice-Team, how about I go take Captain Hill's car!"

Tony Gerrard said calmly without any embarrassment: "After you have been a police detective for 20 years, your car will look like this..."

Seeing that Locke had no intention of driving, he glanced at him and threatened: "Stop dawdling and drive quickly. You don't want anyone to know that you are stealing food behind your girlfriend's back!"

Locke almost laughed out of anger, and gave a middle finger in return. Auto Auto followed him and asked curiously: "Vice Team, are you sleeping in the car all the time?"

Tony Gerrard took out a bottle of ck men's perfume from the glove box, sprayed it into the car a few times, and replied: "How come, I just sleep occasionally..."

Believe it or not, this stink is not just a result of sleeping a few times. The quilt is almost soaked with starch.

Several pieces of information quickly flashed through Locke's mind. He didn't want to go back home and would rather sleep in the car, or he needed to keep tabs on him.

Seeing Tony Gerrard put down his seat and prepared to sleep, he made up his mind that in the next few days, he would drive the 62 Lincoln Continental.

Although the seats in that car are wide and soft, the driver's seat and the passenger seat are integrated, and there are no headrests. I don't see how you can sleep on them.

Half an hour later, the group arrived in Brentwood. The crime scene had been cordoned off, and patrol officers were maintaining order.

Many Sikhs had gathered outside. They looked sad and angry, shouting slogans with righteous indignation, asking the US government to sanction the Indian government.

Locke and the others looked serious when they saw this scene, realizing that if this case was not solved as soon as possible, it could easily turn into a political incident.

When I entered, there were patrol officers at the door handing out shoe covers and gloves, and people from the forensics department were scanning the scene inside. Rigar Singh's body was sent to the detective bureau's autopsy room yesterday.

The person in charge of the forensics department here is Deputy Director Jane Horvath. Madeleine Hill asked directly: "Jane, are there any new discoveries?"

Jane Horvath shook his head tiredly and said: "You have to know, this is a religious place, and there are so many traces of information here that it is despairing. From yesterday to today, William was the luckier guy. The case was transferred to him so quickly. FBI, by the way, the test report of the express bomb is out, have you seen it?"

"Have it?"

Madeleine Hill immediately opened the email on her mobile phone, forwarded the report to the work group immediately, then clicked to view it, her eyebrows instantly furrowed.

The forensics department used the explosive residue at the scene to restore the data of the package bomb and found that it was the simplest chewing gum bomb, detonated through a telephone signal.

Chewing gum is C4, commonly known as plastic bombs.

Most people can't get c4. Is it really related to the other two assassinations?

However, the other side only shoots in Canada, so why would they dare to use bombs in the United States? This is too disrespectful of the United States.

"I just posted a bomb report in the group. Take a look and tell me what you think later..."

Madeleine Hill spoke to Locke and the others, and then everyone entered the scene. In the living room, the ground was marked with traces of the body after it fell to the ground.

This is Locke's first official contact with a murder case. It is a bit novel and a bit exciting, but what should he do now?

He looked at Madeleine Hill who was comparing the scene with the photos on her tablet, Tony Gerrard who was frowning and staring at the body tracks on the ground, and Harry Sasha who was checking the bomb report on his mobile phone. Munna.

Damn it, it looks like the detective bureau doesn’t have any training!

Seemingly seeing Locke's hesitation, the gorilla-like Jack Talbot came over and said: "Leave the brains to the three big guys. We can just follow the orders. Why bother with the brains! But, you also You can look around, but don’t touch anything..."

This is when he is considered a pure novice!

Locke didn't know whether he should say thank you, but it was obvious that Raven Tate and Brian Smith had no intention of just following orders. They were inspecting the room intently.

He looked at this guy's red hair, and then at Madeleine Hill. Could this guy have gotten into the police detective bureau through connections?

Locke hesitated for a moment, then said thank you, and then joined Raven and Brian to look around.

For Locke, who has the master level of trace science L3, this place is extremely dirty. Jane Horvath is right, there are indeed too many traces here, so he went to the second floor.

Compared to the first floor, there are much fewer traces on the second floor, but compared to the first floor.

Locke found many traces of women on the second floor. For example, there were a lot of curly hairs in the corners.

Soon Locke came to a luxuriously decorated room and discovered clues. The walls were covered with many sexual sutra murals. He recognized at a glance that this was ancient yoga.

Although there was a strong smell of spices in the room, he still smelled the smell of intercourse, and couldn't help but think of the rumors that many Hindu temples would have temple prostitutes.

He opened the information in the group and found that the three survivors were all young women. It was true!

He opened the bomb investigation report again, the C4 remote control bomb, so to speak...

Locke looked in the direction of the door, and Tony Gerrard walked in. He scanned the room and asked, "Did you find anything?"

Locke found that his brows had spread, and he seemed to have a clue about this case.

He shook his head and asked, "Did I miss something?"

Tony Gerrard nodded and said: "Yes, let's go, I'll tell you on the way...

After hesitating for a moment, he added: "Don't be too eager to show off. You should listen to our analysis and reasoning of the case. In any case, we need to first figure out the murderer's intention..."

Locke twitched the corner of his mouth, followed Tony Gerrard downstairs, and asked, "Where are we going?"

Tony Gerrard replied: "Hospital, we need to make a new transcript of the three survivors..."

"So, did our Detective Locke find anything?"

Inspector Harry Sumner was standing where Rigar Singh was at the bottom, imitating the scene when the deceased received the package. When he saw Locke coming down, he couldn't help laughing and joking.

He smiled and said: "Locke, you have promised to be the person to surpass Captain Tom. I just wanted to hear your reasoning on this case, but I didn't want to but I didn't see your person..."

Damn, this old face is getting more and more annoying the more I look at him!

Locke raised his eyebrows and nodded: "This case should have nothing to do with the two murders in Canada. I suspect it is a copycat case..."

Harry Sumner's smile froze and he quickly looked at Tony Gerrard, only to find that Tony Gerrard was also looking at Locke in surprise.