North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Standing at the door, Locke put his hand on the door handle, but did not open the door for a long time because he noticed that the door handle's damping was somewhat different from the door handle of the equipment room that he had opened before.

He had already guessed what was at the door, and there was a high probability that a grenade trap was set up at the door.

Locke stopped because he wanted to see if the warning card would be activated. After waiting for a few seconds, since the warning card was not activated, it meant that the system judged that he could deal with this trap.

Traps are only effective if they are caught off guard. If they have been discovered, the danger will be greatly reduced.

As soon as the door was pushed open, there was a "ding", and an MK3A2 offensive grenade fell. Locke took it directly into his hand with lightning speed, and it was in the space in an instant, and then he was ready to shoot on the bed.

The bulge in the quilt on the bed was fake. Locke recognized it instantly and immediately turned the fn57 around and fired at the bathroom door. There was a signal source in the bathroom.

"biu..."

"biu..."

"biu..."

"..."

After firing ten shots, the bathroom door was instantly broken, and a battered body could be seen through the broken doorway.

"boom!!!"

"boom!!!"

At the same time as Locke fired, two explosions came from downstairs, and the whole villa shook.

Obviously, even with a silencer, the sound of fn57 was still too loud, waking up the operations team members downstairs.

Why did it only ring twice? It must have been the two explosions that alerted the room, so they didn't open the door.

Just as Locke was about to go down and eliminate the fish that had slipped through the net, his heart trembled suddenly.

"Hey, the warning card is activated!"

The warning card map suddenly appeared, and a big exclamation point appeared in the bathroom.

Fuck, there is another person!

While Locke bent down to avoid it, he flicked his hand hard, and the mk3a2 offensive grenade that had just been inserted into the space hit the bathroom.

"boom!"

The grenade exploded less than a second after it flew out, and the shock wave instantly blew the bathroom door open.

Locke straightened up, rushed in, and fired five shots at a figure who was hit by the shock wave and crashed into the bathtub. After firing, the world instantly fell into deathly silence.

Looking at the silver-haired old man lying in the bathtub covered in blood, Locke glanced at the body lying on the quilt at his feet with a look of disgust.

Two men, one old and one middle school, both wore only white underwear and slept in the bathroom. Their relationship was obvious.

But Locke just glanced at it and rushed to the balcony immediately. He just heard the sound of someone falling to the ground. Someone should have jumped from the balcony on the second floor.

Sure enough, there were four figures escaping in four directions. They had already traveled dozens of meters in such a short time. They were indeed the elites of the CIA.

The fn57 in Locke's hand was instantly replaced by the scar17 he had just captured. For him, there was almost no need to aim at this distance.

"biu..."

"biu..."

"biu..."

"biu..."

Four shots were fired, and all four figures fell to the ground instantly.

Locke jumped directly from the third floor balcony and jumped into the second floor balcony. Although the C4 exploded, it did not necessarily kill everyone inside. He had to go down to replenish the gun.

Sure enough, there were 8 people in two rooms, only 3 were dead, 2 were slightly injured, 1 was seriously injured, and the remaining two were intact. They had found their weapons and were ready to fight back.

With five gunshots, all the bodies were put into the storage space, and Locke came to the room on the third floor again.

I found my ID in the room and determined that the silver-haired old man in the bathtub was the CIA's "Butcher Instructor" Raymond Lewis. He was indeed a seasoned agent, cautious enough to set a trap on the door, and Sleeping in the bathroom did create trouble for him.

It also cost him an early warning card.

However, this legendary agent who lived from the Cold War to the present eventually died under his gun.

The identity certificate of the middle-aged man in the bathroom was also found. His name was Carl Schrader. He was actually a Special Agent in Charge (SAC), affiliated with the CIA's National Secret Operations Division. He should be the director of this elite operations team.

Locke hesitated for a moment, but still put the two corpses into the space. Gays are also human beings and have equal rights after death.

Arriving on the balcony again, Locke looked at the corpses scattered in four directions and subconsciously wanted to frown, but thought of the makeup on his face and held back.

Fuck, why are you traveling so far? He still has to go out to collect the corpses.

Three minutes had passed since the explosion. Someone should have called the police and he had to leave quickly.

Two of the previously superimposed maps have disappeared, namely the tracking card and the early warning card.

When the CIA agent anchored by the tracking card dies, it will naturally disappear.

The same goes for the early warning card. Raymond Lewis, who wanted to attack him, also died, and the early warning card also disappeared, leaving only the shielding card, with twenty minutes left.

In less than ten minutes, an elite CIA action team was slaughtered.

Just as Locke was about to jump off, his eyes suddenly froze. He took out his night vision goggles and looked at the villa one kilometer away. He found that except for the street lights that were on before, the lights in the room were not turned on.

He looked at the other houses and found that they were all quiet.

Apart from the sound of the waves and the wind, there was no movement at all.

Could it be that he didn't dare to turn on the lights because he heard the explosions and gunshots?

impossible!

The people who live here are either rich or noble, and they basically have guns at home, and most American communities have organized neighborhood defense teams. It is impossible for people to hear explosions and gunshots without reacting.

Then there is only one possibility, they did not hear the movement here.

This speculation made Locke stunned for a moment. So the shielding card can not only shield the signal, but also the sound. This... is a bit outrageous!

Damn it, I still suffered the disadvantage of the system not having a manual!

The dog...well, it's not bad to explore little by little, it gives a sense of accomplishment.

Since everything here is in a shielded state, he doesn't need to leave in such a hurry.

However, Locke was still going to put the four corpses outside into the space first. He turned over and jumped. When he landed on the second floor, he grabbed the balcony of the second floor with both hands and used some strength to land easily.

Although he borrowed strength from the second floor, his current physique is indeed far beyond that of ordinary people.

It took four minutes to put the four corpses into the space, and Locke returned to the villa again.

After searching carefully, I really found a lot of things for him, which somewhat made up for his expenses tonight.

Locke found two boxes of CIA-specific eavesdropping equipment in the equipment room, and a box of money in the closet of Raymond Lewis' room, estimated to be 1000 million US dollars.

Then he put all the firearms, equipment, mobile phones, etc. into the space. Apart from the blood stains, there was only the mess after the explosion, and there was not a single body.

I think this warning should scare a lot of people away.

But then we have to think carefully about how to deal with these corpses. These corpses cannot be kept in the space forever.

The original 4 corpses in the space, plus the 18 corpses tonight, add up to 22 corpses, which takes up too much space.

While riding the motorboat back along the same route, Locke looked at the pitch-black sea and couldn't help but think of the underwater cave in Delmar. That cave was really a good place to dump the body.

However, after such a long time, I don’t know what happened to Shana Perez’s body. Maybe it has rotted and the cave is full of stench.

It makes me sick to think about it. No matter how beautiful and beautiful it is in life, it will still rot and stink after death.

Forget it, just throw it into the sea and feed it to the fish!

But you can’t leave it offshore. Once you get your yacht driving license, find time to go to the deep sea to feed the sharks. The sharks will probably eat the fresh bloody corpses.