North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

At the entrance of a Starbucks not far from the police detective station, Locke took the iced American style from the black braised egg. He was a little speechless. He didn't know what this guy wanted to do with him so early in the morning, and he insisted on meeting him to talk.

He moved his body. He chose the wrong car. This LandRover Defender was not comfortable to drive at all and was far inferior to his F150 Raptor.

I was stressed all night last night, and I felt more and more uncomfortable with the seats in this car. I knew I should have driven the 59 Cadillac ElDorado.

Detective Hunter sat in the passenger seat, looked sideways at Locke and said, "Are you sure you go to work in the police detective bureau and not on a Hollywood set? You can play James Bond directly!"

"..."

Locke shrugged. It wasn't his fault that he was handsome. There was nothing he could do about it!

As for this outfit, the clothes in his cloakroom at Greenberg Manor were ordered by Daisy Greenberg. They were all ready-to-wear from five major luxury men's clothing brands. His outfit today was already very low-key.

They all chose Ermenegildo Zegna, a light black cashmere casual suit paired with khaki casual pants, and a pair of brown Oxford shoes.

He also chose the relatively cheap Jaeger-LeCoultre Master series watch, which he thought was very low-key!

Detective Hunter really couldn't understand Locke's thoughts at first and couldn't figure out why he wanted to be a police detective. However, this incident at the Floyd Ross Manor did give him some guesses.

He took a sip of coffee and said with a smile: "Congratulations, you solved a case that attracted national attention..."

Locke was a little confused as to why Hei Lu Dan was looking for him so early in the morning. "It was just good luck. I caught the murderer by accident..."

Detective Hunter smiled and said: "Then you are very lucky. I heard that you discovered Sanges Camilo's body while peeing in Santa Monica the day before yesterday..."

Locke's eyes flashed, and he guessed that Black Braised Egg's purpose in finding him was actually for Floyd Ross.

He took advantage of the situation and asked: "I heard from the forensic doctor that Sanges Camilo died not long ago..."

Sanges Camilo's body has been handed over to the FBI, and the FBI is also responsible for the case of Bayliss and Camilo's family.

However, it’s not the black braised egg.

The day before yesterday in Santa Monica, Locke and the others were handed over to another detective from the FBI.

His name was Pascal Lyon, and Tony Gerrard looked very familiar with him. Locke didn't say much during the whole process.

Detective Hunter's expression condensed and he nodded: "The time of death was not more than an hour. Pask agreed with Tony Gerrard's speculation that you should have appeared in Santa Monica to scare the snake, so the other party directly killed the person and dumped the body. The autopsy found that Sanchis Camilo had been given Veritaserum before his death..."

Locke looked curious, "Why did the killer give him truth serum?"

Detective Hunter rolled his eyes, then stared straight at Locke, asking, "Do you think this is interesting?"

He asked back: "Santa Monica is the home base of GB. Why do you think they used veritaserum on Sanges Camilo? If you kill him, you will get money, so why bother?"

Fuck, he shouldn't have asked this question.

He already knew from the "doctor" about the GB hidden behind the GB racing party. His previous guess was correct, it was the killer organization.

Locke really didn't want to play brain games with Black Braised Egg anymore, but he had to continue playing now.

He said angrily: "Then you should ask Meira Garcia!"

Detective Hunter smiled, "Meira Garcia should be a fake name..."

His face turned cold, "They have crossed the line and are thinking about things they shouldn't..."

Locke's face was expressionless, but his heart was filled with ups and downs. It seemed that the frame-up was successful.

He asked directly: "Why did you come to me so early in the morning?"

Detective Hunter felt helpless when he saw Locke changing the topic, and shrugged, "I have three things to ask you for..."

Locke raised his eyebrows, "You said..."

Detective Hunter said meaningfully: "The first thing is about Jack Spalding. I will go to the police detective bureau to ask you for routine questioning later. After all, the case in Gaviotas State Forest Park is What you uncovered is that Jack Spalding is the only survivor of your gunshot..."

Locke glanced at Black Braised Egg coldly, knowing full well the meaningful look in his eyes.

Damn, he shouldn't have been so promiscuous that day, but a cell phone signal couldn't mean anything. He just wanted to see if Black Braised Egg would threaten him with this matter.

He asked: "Where's the second one?"

Detective Hunter said: "As for the stronghold of the Guzman Group, we are ready to finish it. I will apply for your assistance in the near future. After all, you are still acting as an FBI consultant..."

Locke's eyes flashed. Because of his previous series of heroic and dazzling achievements, his strength was no longer a secret in the circle.

However, in this kind of large-scale offensive, the situation is very complicated, and anything can happen. This guy invites him again and again. Is it really worth it to just borrow his force?

Locke asked directly: "Where's the third one?"

Detective Hunter hesitated for a moment and said: "I want to know about your undercover situation this time. If there is no guess, your undercover work this time should be related to Floyd Roy, right?"

Locke understood that this was the main purpose of Black Braised Egg looking for him.

He didn't mean anything, and said directly: "A gag order has been issued for this operation, but we are friends. In fact, I don't know much about it. The purpose of the operation is to remove Floyd Rose's Alice Rose. , and thus obtained evidence of Floyd Ross's drug trafficking, I contacted Alice Ross. The Floyd Ross manor was attacked, and both Floyd Ross and his daughter died. The operation was carried out the next day. Was called to an emergency stop..."

Detective Hunter stared at Locke with burning eyes and frowned: "I thought we were friends!"

Obviously, this wasn't what he wanted to hear.

Locke's face darkened, "What on earth do you want to know? This matter is very deep and many people avoid it. They wish they had never participated in it. Why do you want to get involved? Have you forgotten what happened last time?"

Detective Hunter stared at Locke for a while. He was good at analyzing micro-expressions and could only see sincerity. Locke actually considered him a friend!

His heart couldn't help but feel warm, and he pointed to the top and said frankly: "This is an order from above. Floyd Ross has been selling drugs for more than 20 years. His assets are at least more than 20 billion, but his apparent wealth is only 6 million. He's hiding a huge fortune. The big guys at the Justice Department are after this money, not just us, but the DEA and ATF (Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives)..."

He added, "If you can provide effective clues, the benefits will definitely come to you!"

The FBI, DEA, and AFT are the three major law enforcement agencies under the Department of Justice. They have regarded the property left by Floyd Ross as their own.