North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Sarah Mendes's little face turned pale instantly, and the legs wrapped around Locke's waist tightened for a moment.

Locke patted her buttocks and looked at Mario Pierce who came in with amusement in his eyes.

After the spiritual mentor's talent reached level 3, he became more sensitive to people's emotions. From Mario Pierce, he saw the qualities that powerful men possess, such as strength, coldness, confidence, and calmness. His mood today is very relaxed. , with expectation.

This guy means no harm! ! !

After entering the courtyard, Mario Pierce's seven bodyguards immediately dispersed. Four bodyguards dispersed into the courtyard and occupied favorable positions. Only three bodyguards followed him into the villa.

Mario Pierce looked at Locke and Sarah Mendes who were hugging each other closely with warm eyes, like an elder.

He walked onto the sofa on one side and greeted the two of them like a master: "Locke, Sarah, come over here and chat with me..."

Of the three bodyguards following him, only one Hispanic bodyguard followed him. The other two, one stood at the door and the other passed by Locke and the others, guarding the turn of the stairs.

Professional!

No wonder he can live to be over fifty!

Judging from their facial expressions and demeanor, these bodyguards are all considered elite, especially the Hispanic bodyguard standing behind Mario Pierce. He has a strong build and exudes a strong aura. He looks like a master at first glance.

But Locke didn't notice it. For him, it was all a matter of one shot.

He motioned for Sarah to come down, then took her hand and walked to the sofa.

Mario Pierce sat on the main sofa without any hesitation, looked at Sarah Mendes and smiled: "Our little Sarah has grown so big and beautiful without even realizing it!"

Sarah Mendes hurriedly shouted: "Uncle Pierce, please don't..."

Locke squeezed her hand and signaled her not to speak. He pulled Sarah to sit on the sofa on the side, put his hand around her waist, and said with a relaxed look: "Mr. Pierce, what are you looking for from me?" thing?"

Mario Pierce seemed to have set his sights on Locke at this time. He smiled and said: "Locke, actually you shouldn't join Lapd, you should go to Hollywood. I have never seen such a handsome Lapd. Bullets don't have eyes. If Sarah will be so sad if your face is broken, but..."

"Should I call you Locke, or should I call you Henry Gibbs?"

"what!"

Sarah Mendes' body tensed up instantly and she looked at Mario Pierce in horror.

Before she spoke, Locke patted her bare belly twice to signal her to calm down.

He sighed inwardly, Sarah Mendes's weaknesses were exposed.

However, after all, she was just a girl who had just turned 18, and the reason why she lost her temper was because she was concerned about him.

After Locke comforted Sarah, he looked at Mario Pierce, shrugged and said, "It's okay. It seems that Mr. Pierce is very well-informed!"

Mario Pierce looked at the calm Locke, the smile on his face became more and more satisfied, and nodded: "Locke, you are very good, I really did not misjudge you, Sarah is my goddaughter, we are a family, you Don’t worry, you will continue to be your police detective from now on. I will not tell anyone else that you are Henry Gibbs..."

Locke smiled and said: "Thank you Mr. Pierce..."

Mario Pierce smiled and said: "Very good, you are indeed a smart person. You can also call me uncle like Sarah..."

Locke's smile became more playful, and he couldn't help but laugh: "So, Mr. Pierce, you want me to be your undercover agent in the lapd?"

Mario Pierce's smile faded and he realized that Locke was abnormal. He stared at Locke coldly and said calmly: "Locke, I thought you were a smart person, but it seems that you are not. You may know me too well... …”

As soon as he finished speaking, the bodyguard behind him walked towards Locke from the sofa, took out an M2000 from his clothes, raised his hand and was about to point it at Locke, his movements were like flowing water, as fast as...

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"..."

The silver-white m2000 fell to the ground, and the bodyguard's hands hung down weakly, with blood pouring from his arms. He stared at Locke in horror, his eyes full of disbelief.

It wasn't just him, the two bodyguards standing by the door and at the corner of the stairs, like him, had both arms broken and bleeding.

Six shots, six hands wasted.

Although the bodyguards at the door and stairs did not draw their guns, Locke knew that as long as he shot at the Latino bodyguards, the two men would definitely draw their guns, so he fired in advance.

All this happened in the blink of an eye. In Mario Pierce's senses, before he could finish his words, the three close bodyguards were useless. He instantly lost his protection and felt as if he had no clothes on.

A biting coldness instantly filled the whole body, the heartbeat accelerated, and the whole body became tense. This was a long-lost fear!

He hadn't felt this feeling in many years.

Many images flashed through his mind instantly.

Thirty years ago, he fought guerrilla warfare with government troops in the jungles of South America...

Twenty years ago, he fought with Mexican gangs...

Ten years ago, he had a drink with politicians in Los Angeles...

A realization dawned on him. He had overturned and he might die!

Having dominated North America for thirty years, this was an intuition gained through countless life and death experiences. The young man in front of him was more terrifying than anyone he knew.

Locke had an extra gun in his hand, a Glock G48 with a silencer. He did not look at Mario Pierce, but calmly comforted Sarah, "It's okay, the blood is easy to clean, and the single hole is easy to repair... …”

The bodyguards who heard the commotion in the yard rushed in, but they were all crowded at the door and did not dare to come in.

Because although Locke seemed to be holding the G48 casually, the muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Mario Pierce.

Mario Pierce stared at Locke blankly, his expression changing, he raised his hand and waved, and the bodyguard at the door immediately withdrew, but still stood guard at the door.

Locke withdrew his attention from Sarah, rubbed his smooth and tight belly with his palms, looked at Mario Pierce, and smiled: "Mr. Pierce, it seems you don't know me well enough!"

Mario Pierce twitched the corner of his mouth and glanced at the bodyguard standing in front of him with a pained face but without a word, "Torres, you guys go out first..."

Torres knew that his stay would be of no use except to block the gunfire. Soon the three bodyguards left the room with their arms hanging, and blood spread on the floor.

Mario Pierce glanced at the pale Sarah Mendes, his expression remained calm, and nodded: "I admit, I do not know you well enough. For Sarah's sake, give me a refreshment Tell me, how do you want to let me go?"

"Hehehehe..."

Locke laughed directly, "Mr. Pierce, have you forgotten that you took the initiative to find me..."

His smile faded and he leaned on the sofa, "Tell me, what do you want to do?"