North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

The room fell into dead silence for a moment.

Mario Pierce's body trembled uncontrollably. The other person's words seemed to leave him room, but his life and death only depended on the other person's thoughts.

He knew very well that the more a killer who spoke and acted calmly, the more perverted and powerful he became.

Mario Pierce took a deep breath and then turned around. He knew very well that if he didn't see the opponent's face, his chances would be greater.

However, a gangster is a gangster after all.

Even if he, Mario Pierce, dies, he will face bullets head-on.

And he was very confident that he had not made enemies with anyone recently.

On the sofa diagonally opposite, sat a middle-aged man wearing a dark blue casual suit. His face was hidden in the interlaced shadows of light and dark, but from the outline, it could still be seen that he was a Colombian. His black curly hair was covered with She was naked and her leather shoes were polished.

His eyes were bright, and he had a sheepskin notebook and a custom-made gold m2000 on his lap. He looked like a visiting guest.

Mario Pierce shrank inwardly. He thought he would see a killer in night clothes, but he didn't expect that it was a gentleman who came.

Dressed like this, he could sneak into his study quietly.

He gave up all thoughts in an instant.

Seeing that the other party did not take action, Mario Pierce breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time he had a hint of understanding in his heart.

He asked in Spanish: "Can you tell me what mistake I made?"

Locke raised his eyebrows and asked: "You still have an M1911 under your desk. Why don't you seize this opportunity..."

A wry smile escaped from the corner of Mario Pierce's mouth, "Because I'm old..."

Locke nodded, "You are indeed a smart man!"

After reading this diary, he learned the true nature of Mario Pierce, the largest Latin American gangster in South Los Angeles, and also understood why Mario Pierce could always remain unharmed.

Because of the illegal business under Mario Pierce's name, there are many forces involved in the business, and the interests behind it are intricately involved.

In addition to having interests with the three powerful departments of CIA, FBI, and DEA, he actually saw the shadow of lapd.

Frankly speaking, this discovery was a little hard for Locke to accept.

However, the CIA, FBI, and DEA can all make money. Isn't it normal that a local snake like Lapd can also make money along with them?

In addition to violent organizations, Mario Pierce also placed bets on both the Republican and Democratic parties, providing political donations to members of both parties.

This diary records Mario Pierce’s thirty-year network of connections.

He started investing in young people ten years ago.

On the latest page, his name was written clearly.

Locke knocked on the diary at hand, "I really don't understand. He is obviously a smart person, why do he still write a diary? Don't you know this thing can kill you?"

Mario Pierce's expression became more and more relaxed, he sat down directly and said with a smile: "Without this thing, I would die faster!"

Locke instantly realized that it was precisely because of the diary that all parties had scruples.

He already knew that Mario Pierce saw through it and he wouldn't do anything, and he didn't mind either.

He asked: "Did you know? These young people you invest in really become successful, but they may not necessarily repay you..."

Mario Pierce calmly replied: "Of course, I don't expect anything in return from them..."

Locke raised his eyebrows and quickly understood, this old fox.

Mario Pierce did this for other people to see. If he hadn't read the diary, he would have misunderstood before, thinking that Mario Pierce had invested for 30 years, and there were countless people who had been funded by him.

This will make those interested parties who want to take action against him worry.

Locke stood up and walked out of the shadows. He placed the diary and gun in front of Mario Pierce and said calmly: "Mr. Pierce, someone should have told you that you can break the law, but you can't foul. So, don’t cross the line and don’t touch people you shouldn’t touch…”

Mario Pierce was shocked and suddenly realized.

A handsome and handsome face flashed in my mind, and it turned out to be him.

He smiled bitterly and said: "I'm sorry, I will stay away from him in the future..."

Locke nodded and smiled: "Very good, I'm glad that my task tonight can be completed so easily. Goodbye, Mr. Pierce!"

Mario Pierce lowered his head subconsciously, looked at the golden m2000 on his notebook, listened to the footsteps and slowly walked towards the door, moved his hands, and then stopped.

Suddenly, the footsteps suddenly disappeared, and a surprised voice rang in my ears, "You are indeed a smart man. No wonder you are still alive and well after Floyd Ross died..."

Mario Pierce suddenly raised his head and found that Locke was still standing in front of him, staring at him with regret on his face. He was shocked in his heart. He just felt that Locke had walked to the door.

Locke shrugged in disappointment, turned and walked towards the door, this time for real.

After upgrading his language talent to L3, he no longer had any language problems. Not only did he reach full lip language, he also unlocked new skills, such as ventriloquism.

What's more important is that no analysis equipment can analyze his voiceprint.

Mario Pierce watched Locke's figure disappear from the door, and instantly felt as if his spine had been twitched, and he slumped on the seat.

He is an old man who is almost 60 years old. What kind of bad luck is this? He was frightened twice in a row today...

Uh……

He hurriedly picked up the diary, turned to the page where only his name was written, hurriedly tore the page out, and burned it with a lighter.

Can't afford to offend, can't afford to offend...

After a while, Mario Pierce stared blankly at the diary on the table, knowing in his heart that the reason why he escaped tonight was because of this diary.

The other party has read the diary and knows that he is a useful person.

Therefore, there is such a hint of seeing each other again.

This is also his way of survival, to let others see his value. People who are valuable are more useful than people who are worthless.

Mario Pierce picked up the customized golden m2000. Fortunately, he was not impulsive just now, although his shooting skills were very good...

Well, I suddenly felt that the weight of the gun in my hand was wrong. I pulled out the magazine, but it was empty. My scalp suddenly felt numb.

He took out the m1911 from under the desk again. Sure enough, the magazine was still empty.

He was indeed a bloodthirsty pervert, seducing him again and again.

He rubbed his heart. It's not easy to survive tonight!

Mario Pierce stood up shakily and poured himself a glass of rum. After drinking one glass of wine, he gradually calmed down.

Who is Rock Lee?

How could the CIA be so afraid that they even sent such a top killer to greet him at night...

Suddenly a bodyguard stood at the open door, his face flushed, "Boss, madam, please go down..."

Mario Pierce woke up with a start. He looked at the bodyguard at the door in shock, and then at the notebook on the table. He stood up and said, "Okay, I got it. Carl, come here and help me find something. I just dropped it under the table." Already..."

Karl hurriedly walked in and knelt on the ground to search.

Mario Pierce stepped aside, opened the drawer, took out a dagger, and stabbed Karl in the throat with a calm expression.