North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Locke naturally didn't know what was happening on the ground. He was completely immersed in the joy of flying.

Only after he went to heaven did he understand why so many people liked flying airplanes. The feeling of being separated from the ground and unrestrained was unparalleled.

Looking down from the ground, Locke saw a completely different world.

He flew over the beaches of Santa Monica, over Beverly Hills, and over the Hollywood landmarks.

After lunch at the flying club and a short rest, Locke took to the sky again.

Seeing Locke's superb skills, coach Anthony Campos took a long-distance flight in the afternoon to Las Vegas, 370 kilometers away, intending to train him on his takeoff and landing operations.

The round trip from Los Angeles to Las Vegas is nearly 800 kilometers. This distance is not a problem at all for the Cirrus SR2000g22, which has a maximum range of 5 kilometers.

The maximum cruising speed of the Cirrus SR22G5 is 350 kilometers per hour. Locke drove at the maximum cruising speed and returned to Santa Monica Airport in only three hours.

After landing smoothly, Locke bumped fists with Anthony Campos and said regretfully: "ac, thank you, if my girlfriend hadn't come to pick me up today, I would have invited you to Santa Monica Beach for a drink..." "

AC is the abbreviation of Antony Campos' English name (antonycampos), which was his nickname when he served in the Air Force.

There is a reason why Antonio Campos charges $150 per hour. He is a very funny and humorous person. After spending more than five hours together, he left a good impression on Locke.

Although he didn't teach Locke anything, it definitely requires skill to make Locke fly for five hours without getting bored at all.

Anthony Campos smiled and said: "There is still a chance, but I should be the one to invite you. I make your money so easily!"

The two got off the plane talking and laughing, but when Locke saw a familiar Cadillac Escalade parked not far from the Rolls-Royce Phantom, the smile on his face instantly froze.

Locke subconsciously glanced around the airport and saw no other suspicious vehicles. His heart suddenly fell to the ground. It seemed that they were not here to catch him.

He waved goodbye to Antonio Campos and walked straight to the Rolls-Royce Phantom without even looking at the Cadillac.

When he approached, the passenger seat and back seat doors opened at the same time. Juliet got out of the car, took the noise-canceling headphones and tool bag from him and put them in the trunk.

At this time, Daisy Greenberg got out of the car. She changed her clothes and put on her favorite black classic skirt. She also wore the Breguet jewelry watch he gave her the day before yesterday on her wrist.

Locke looked at her in surprise. This woman was not in the habit of getting out of the car to greet her.

He asked, "What's wrong?"

Daisy Greenberg was a little at a loss when Locke asked. She heard Sarah Mendes tell how she met Locke, and then she wanted to try to be more proactive.

She stroked her long hair by her ears, "Well, I want to ask what it's like to fly a plane. Maybe, I should also learn it. Steve and Susan can..."

"Locke, can we chat for a few words?"

Detective Hunter was not alone this time. Detective Liv was with him. They were about to approach, but were stopped by Juliet and Solomon.

Detective Hunter and Liv subconsciously put their hands behind their backs and looked at Locke in astonishment. Finally, their eyes were focused on Daisy Greenberg, "Locke, what is going on?"

Locke hugged Daisy Greenberg gently and patted her butt, "You get in the car first, I'll be right over!"

After watching the woman get into the car, he said to Solomon and Juliet: "You guys also get in the car, they are FBI, it's okay..."

Detective Hunter didn't take his hand off the handle of the gun until Solomon and Juliet got into the car. He could clearly feel that these two people were not ordinary bodyguards and were very dangerous.

He stared at Locke in surprise and asked, "Who are they?"

Locke frowned and stared at the black braised egg. Damn, this guy is really haunting!

He did not answer him, but asked coldly: "Detective Hunter, am I a suspect of your FBI? Do I have any privacy? Why do you always target me..."

Damn it, I should have done nothing last night and sent away the black braised eggs.

Detective Hunter calmly replied: "Don't you know your phone is turned off? How can I locate you..."

Locke asked coldly: "Then how do you know I'm here?"

Detective Hunter shrugged and said, "If the FBI wants to find someone, there will always be a way..."

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel, Agent Liv interjected: "Locke, we are here to ask you for help. Detective Hunter said that you have a rare sharpshooter in your lapd, so we want to ask you for a favor..."

Locke stared at the black braised egg coldly as if he hadn't heard Liv's words.

Detective Hunter said helplessly: "Okay, I promise you that I will no longer randomly target you in the future. However, Locke, don't forget that you are a special adviser to the FBI..."

Locke ignored the guy and asked the beautiful blonde female detective: "What case?"

Agent Liv replied: "It's still the case last night. When the killer shot Carter Silvio, he also shot a CIA inspector. Because the CIA has no law enforcement rights in the country, the matter of tracking down the killer is It fell into the hands of our FBI. This CIA inspector has a strong background, and the CIA put a lot of pressure on us..."

Detective Hunter stared at Locke, observing his emotional changes, but only found that he felt a little happy when he heard that a CIA inspector had died. Is this a flaw?

Locke asked: "Is this the CIA inspector who sent CIA agents to kill Jennifer Grey?"

Liv shook her head and said: "No, the people controlled by Carter Silvio are Will Lewis's men. Gavin Gray, uh, the dead CIA inspector is Will Lewis..."

Detective Hunter discovered that Locke's emotional joy quickly faded after he heard that Will Lewis was not the supervisor who sent the agents to kill Miss Grey.

As an expert in micro-expressions, Detective Hunter was very confident in his expertise. He raised his eyebrows. It seemed that he was overthinking. Last night was really not Locke.

At this time Locke asked: "What do you want me to do?"

Agent Liv replied: "The FBI's forensic experts have not found the sniper's sniper point today, so we would like to ask you to come over and have a look..."

In order to cover it up, Locke quickly turned to look at the Rolls-Royce behind him, with a hesitant look on his face, "I'm already getting better with my girlfriend and I have a date tonight..."

Fuck, you actually asked him to find a sniping spot!

After eliminating Locke as a suspect, Detective Hunter also started to be in the mood to ask gossip, "Locke, this lady is your girlfriend, then who is Miss Gray?"

Locke replied: "Ex-girlfriend..."

Detective Hunter looked disdainful, "Then last night you guys..."

Locke said calmly: "She was almost killed by the CIA last night because of me. She was frightened. It's normal for me to comfort her..."

Detective Hunter shrugged and said, "As long as she is an ex-girlfriend, someone from the CIA arrived this morning. It was Will Lewis's father, Redmond Lewis, a well-known butcher instructor in the CIA. He has officially notified the FBI. If the FBI cannot find the murderer within three days, he will find the murderer himself, even if Los Angeles is turned upside down..."

Locke understood the implication of Black Braised Egg. Last night Black Braised Egg deliberately dug a hole. He did not say that Will Lewis was dead, only that Carter Silvio was dead. Then he said that the murderer was either CIA or Sullivan. Gray.

Now that CIA has sent people to track down the real murderer, the murderer can only be Sullivan Gray.

Damn it, he has tricked his cheap father-in-law!