North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Doug made two calls in front of Locke, one to someone at the CIA to learn about Raymond Lewis, and one to Los Angeles FBI Director Enrique Gonzalez to verify the authenticity of Locke's information. Fake.

As an assistant to Sullivan Gray, the leader of the Republican House of Representatives, his connections cannot be underestimated.

Sullivan Gray didn't even know about many of his personal connections.

This is a tacit understanding between all political bosses and their assistants, and everyone understands it.

After two phone calls, Doug's face became solemn, and the cigar in his hand had long been extinguished. He made another call and said in a deep voice: "Come to the club, the boss is in danger!"

Locke looked at Doug's operation and was a little amazed. This is not an assistant. This is the charm of power!

Doug was just Sullivan Gray's assistant.

After Doug finished the phone call, he said to Locke seriously: "Locke, thank you for your information, but there must be some misunderstanding here. Mr. Gray is a respected member of Congress and will not do anything illegal, Carter. The deaths of Silvio and Will Lewis had nothing to do with him..."

He emphasized, "You understand what I mean!"

Locke showed some embarrassment appropriately and nodded: "I understand, it was Raymond Lewis who misunderstood..."

"Good!"

After a brief panic, Doug slowly regained his previous reserve. He stood up and said, "Wait here for a moment. I'll go see if Mr. Gray's side is over..."

After Doug left, Locke subconsciously rubbed his face. Fuck, these politicians are not only good at acting, but also thick-skinned. They will definitely beat those stars when they go to Hollywood.

Fortunately, he had just acquired the acting skills of "Fake Doctor" Torres Mario, otherwise he really wouldn't have been able to win!

His acting skills are now L1 and he has the potential to go to Hollywood!

It's a pity that most of the glamorous female stars in Hollywood are just lousy crotches, and they have no attraction for him at all.

Locke glanced around at the various cigars in the room, all of them famous brands, most of them Cuban, such as Cohiba, Davidoff, Montecristo, Pat Partagas, etc., all kinds of tastes, the cigar room owned by his grandfather Jester in Bielback was much more advanced.

He instantly thought of what gift he should give Jester, but he still had to leave it to Juliet.

Locke picked up an Upman and sniffed it. The memories deep in his mind slowly came to life. When he was 14 years old, Jester secretly took him to smoke a cigar. It was this brand. It was very thick and inconvenient.

He suppressed the thought of regaining his memories. Recently, the woman Jennifer Gray kept smoking his cigar, which made him unable to look directly at the cigar.

Besides, as a senior scavenger, how could he leave his biological genetic material in a strange place!

Locke sat back on the large and soft sofa, thinking about how long it would be before Sullivan Gray left. Although he had just discovered suspicious vehicles on both sides of the road, he couldn't be 100% sure. He couldn't drive. Let's check out all the cars.

However, which car belongs to the CIA will be revealed in a while.

After learning of the danger, Sullivan Gray would never stay in the club and wait to die. Regardless of whether Raymond Lewis would actually attack him, he would leave the club and go to a safe place. This is the responsibility of any political figure. Basic operations.

As a Chinese saying goes, a gentleman will not stand under a wall that is about to collapse.

As long as Sullivan Gray moves, the CIA tracking him will be exposed.

He is not the FBI. As long as he is discovered, no matter how elite this group of CIA is, it is impossible for him to lose them.

Although it is unkind to let a cheap father-in-law be used as bait, Locke firmly believes that without real evidence, as Sullivan Gray, Raymond Lewis would not act based on just speculation, otherwise he would not give the FBI three days time.

Moreover, he had already informed Sullivan Gray. No matter what, he had to take some precautions. It shouldn't be that easy.

Besides, isn't he following you?

After waiting for about ten minutes, Locke didn't even see Doug come back. He couldn't help but wonder if Sullivan Gray would be so scared that he would leave without even saying hello!

When I was slandering my father, my daughter called me via video call.

Jennifer Gray had already come out of the swimming pool. She was wearing sexy pajamas without a belt. She looked bold and lustful. She was applying cream and asked: "Are you coming back? I finally tricked Elizabeth into coming here. You don’t really dislike her small breasts, do you?”

Ah, he actually guessed it.

Locke turned the camera to show the cigar room and replied: "Your dad has something to do with me!"

Jennifer Gray was surprised: "What would he do to you? Do you want me to call him?"

"Need not……"

Locke replied: "It's nothing serious. It's inconvenient to talk on the phone. I'll tell you when I get home..."

"Fine!"

Jennifer Gray deliberately lifted up her pajamas and said with a charming smile: "I just shaved it. It's smooth. You can compare it with Elizabeth later. But it grows too fast. If you like this, I will consider laser hair removal..."

Locke's mouth twitched and asked, "Is it too soon? Didn't you say she wanted to see me first?"

Jennifer Gray said angrily: "We're meeting for some reason, I'm not pursuing her. We'll have a drink later. She's not very good at drinking. It's up to you whether you want to fuck her or not! But if I fall asleep, you have to wake me up." …”

Damn it, you will receive a call from your daddy later...

Elizabeth Koch will probably leave by then. She won't be left alone at home waiting for him!

At this time Doug came in, and Locke said: "Let's not talk anymore, your dad wants to see me..."

Doug's expression instantly became a little embarrassed, but then his face darkened, "Have you told Jennifer about this?"

Locke shook his head and said: "No, I don't want her to worry..."

Doug nodded and said: "That's good, Mr. Gray doesn't want his family to worry..."

Locke looked startled. What do you mean, Sullivan Gray is not going to take his wife and daughter with him when he runs away?

Doug continued: "Locke, I'm sorry, Mr. Gray's schedule is very tight. He needs to go to San Francisco now. When he comes back, I will arrange for you to have dinner together. If you are not busy, you can continue to play in the club... …”

"It's okay, I understand!"

Locke sent Doug to the door, feeling moved in his heart.

"Hey, the tracking card is activated! The target is anchored!"

If he wastes a tracking card, he must ask Jennifer Gray for compensation later.

Locke waited for ten minutes and saw that Doug was already far away from the club on the tracking card map. Then he left the club and followed him.

Damn, even James Bond is not as high-profile as James Bond when tracking people in a Bugatti 16.4 Veyron Sang Noir.

Locke soon spotted the BMW 740Li in front of him. In addition to this car, there was also a black Escalade and two Chevrolet Trailblazers in the group.

Locke hung from a distance and observed for a while, and soon he discovered the clues. There were four cars hanging behind the convoy, changing positions from time to time.

Sometimes he crossed to the front, sometimes he changed lanes. If he hadn't hung behind and observed, he might not have been able to spot it.

As expected of CIA, so professional!

Now that the CIA has been discovered, Locke no longer intends to waste time. He taps the accelerator and the Bugatti 16.4 Veyron Sang Noir suddenly accelerates to overtake, one, two, three, four...

"Hey, the tracking card is activated! The target is anchored!"