North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

"fuckingyou, lock, iamemily..."

Something like this happened just after returning, which added a lot of fun to the patrol that hadn't even started yet.

After a while, David laughed at Locke in his voice. Seeing that Locke was no longer as embarrassed as he was at first, he felt that he was asking for trouble and shrugged.

Suddenly, he glanced at Locke doubtfully, "Is it my imagination? Why do I think you are driving much more steadily today than before?"

Locke pursed his lips and rolled his eyes in his heart. David was indeed old, and he only realized it now.

He smiled and said, "Could it be that your new driver's skills were too poor during my absence, or maybe the logistics department just replaced the shock absorbers on the car..."

"Randy's skills are really bad!"

David complained about Locke's partner during his absence, and then made a joke, "If you expect the logistics department to replace the shock absorbers on this classic car, I will have to wait until the Soviet Union invades..."

The patrol car Locke and the others are driving now is a 17-year-old Ford Crown Victoria [Ford Crown Victoria Police Interceptor, CVPI], a veritable classic car.

He smiled and said: "Then when I become prosperous that day, I will donate a batch to the Wilshire District..."

"It seems that I can't wait for that day..."

David pretended to look regretful. He had been a police officer for 22 years and could retire with a full pension in three years. Then he sighed: "Boy, I thought you wouldn't come back!"

"why?"

Locke naturally understood what David meant. As a young man from a wealthy family, Locke had experienced dangerous shooting incidents. Although there was a near miss, there was a high probability that he would quit the Los Angeles police.

A gentleman does not erect dangerous walls, which are applicable to both China and foreign countries.

After six months of internship, Locke already knew the streets he patrolled well. He skillfully turned the steering wheel to the right and said with a smile: "I think the people of Los Angeles need me, and I don't want you to have to face criminals alone with your old arms and legs." …”

David responded with a middle finger and smiled: "Thank you..."

Then he asked out of curiosity: "By the way, how did you hook up with the sweethearts at Parker Center?"

The Parker Center is the Los Angeles Police Department headquarters, named after former Chief William H. Parker, and is the Los Angeles Police Department's 911 dispatch call center.

Locke said: "They took the initiative to hook up with me, saying that my voice is very sexy..."

David suddenly asked: "Wilshere, who did you hook up with? Mona? Elsa? Don't worry, I will keep it a secret for you..."

"no..."

Locke glanced at David warily and said speechlessly: "Are you deceiving me? Comeon, don't worry, I will remember your teachings!"

After speaking, he raised two fingers and nodded his head, indicating that David should remember what he said.

David nodded and praised: "That's good. Finding a partner in the same team will affect your work. It is an unprofessional performance and will affect your reputation and promotion. The police force also has regulations on couples. Once found, , one person needs to resign or be transferred."

Then he complained: "Boy, when I was young, the sweetheart from Park Center also asked me to date, so don't sneer in front of me. What's your expression? Don't you believe it?"

Locke quickly flattered him and said: "Believe it, of course I believe it. Just by looking at Catherine, I know you were handsome when you were young..."

David's face changed instantly and he said viciously: "Boy, I don't want to hear Catherine's name from your mouth, not even once, otherwise, watch your back..."

Katherine Murphy is David's only daughter. She graduated from CSU (California State University) Davis and is considered an alumnus of Locke.

But compared to Locke, who is a scumbag, Catherine is a proper academic. She graduated with a master's degree in forensic science and works as a forensic examiner in the Los Angeles Police Detective Bureau. David is proud of it.

Catherine was a well-known police beauty in the Los Angeles Police Department with her curvy face and curvy face. Locke met her once, and David was as wary of her as a wolf, fearing that a playboy like Locke would offend his daughter.

Locke shrank his neck, made a gesture to seal his mouth, and hurriedly changed the topic, "It was a little quiet this morning!"

Since we started patrolling, we have only handled a few small cases.

David's soothing expression tightened again, and he cursed: "Bullshit, what did you say..."

Locke also realized that he had made a mistake and was trying to make amends when a call came out on the radio.

"code2, someone on Devon Street complained that the noise from the renovation next door exceeded the standard..."

Fortunately, it is code 2, and there is no need to turn on the police lights for routine events (non-emergency).

Locke's heart suddenly fell to the ground. Seeing that the address was very close, he immediately replied: "7adam15, copy..."

He turned the steering wheel according to the detailed address on the computer, turned to David and sneered: "It's okay..."

David interrupted angrily, "shutup, boy, I don't want to hear you now!"

Locke was very embarrassed. Damn it, he almost violated a taboo again. He immediately shut up and stopped talking. It seemed that he was still too excited.

The case was quickly settled. The noise caused by the Mexicans' renovation did not exceed the standard. It was just that the old white lady next door was unhappy to see so many Mexican immigrants wandering around in front of her eyes.

After handling a few more routine police situations, it was noon in a flash. Locke skillfully parked the car in front of a Mexican restaurant, where a lapd patrol car was already parked.

"7adam15, code7..."

"copy..."

After informing the mobilization center that they were getting off for lunch, Locke and David got off the bus one after another.

Code 7, the internal code of the Los Angeles Police Department, means leaving the car to take a meal break.

In the restaurant, First Class Superintendent Mona Cole and rookie patrol officer Nathan Fillion, both trainee instructors, were already eating. When they saw them coming in, they waved hurriedly.

The two of them ordered food from the waiter familiarly. They both ordered tacos, pork belly and juice, and then walked over to share a table.

Superintendent Mona and Nathan once again congratulated Locke for ending his internship early, especially Nathan, who was filled with envy and jealousy.

He decided to become a police officer when he was in his 30s. Faced with the strict Superintendent Mona Cole, he was always tired of dealing with it.

Because it was fast food, the food was served quickly, and soon Locke and David started eating too.

Superintendent Mona finished her meal, took a sip of juice, and asked casually: "How was it? Did the morning go well?"

David hurriedly told them the joke that Locke made in the morning. After hearing this, Mona and Nathan couldn't stop laughing, and Nathan did not forget to give Locke a thumbs up.

Superintendent Mona wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said sympathetically: "Locke, you are done. This matter will definitely spread throughout the Los Angeles Police Department..."

Locke shrugged, looking indifferent, and defended: "You can't blame me. The voice on the radio will be distorted. If it is a real person, I will never hear it wrong..."

Superintendent Mona was a little bit hurt by how frank he was, and snorted coldly: "It's a good thing you didn't mess around in Wilshire, otherwise, I would kick you out immediately!"

David shouted: "Comon, why don't you look at who his instructor is?"

Locke was expressing his gratitude to David for protecting him, but David then popped Locke's crow's mouth out.

Superintendent Mona's face immediately darkened and she said solemnly: "Locke, you are already an official police officer, how could you make such a low-level mistake!"

Locke made no excuses this time and apologized honestly. A crow's mouth is definitely a taboo in the Los Angeles Police Department.

Because it’s okay if nothing happens, but if something happens, police officers may be injured or killed.

Just when the atmosphere was getting a little dull, two more lapds walked in, the black police officer Randy Casco and his white rookie patrol officer Elsa Molly.

As soon as Randy saw Locke, he didn't even bother to order. He walked over directly, pinched his throat at Locke, showed his white teeth, and yelled with a playful smile: "fucking you, lock, iamemily..."

The table suddenly burst into laughter, and the previous dullness disappeared instantly.