North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

On the rooftop opposite Gran Apartments.

Sophia crossed her hands on her chest and looked hopeless. Next to her, Tom Williams was using binoculars to peek at Locke opposite, "Tom, can you ask someone else to drive for you next time? I also have a private life. I think You should see a psychiatrist, voyeurism is a disease..."

"Your private life consists of going to bars to find one-night stands! Sophia, you should see a psychiatrist!"

Captain Tom satirized Sophia venomously and remained unmoved at all. He continued to observe Locke and said to himself: "What program are you watching so intently?"

Sophia looked offended, but she also knew that there was nothing she could do against Tom Williams.

Bored, she picked up the binoculars and subconsciously licked her lips, "To be honest, with his looks and figure, joining Lapd is a waste. He should go to the San Fernando Valley..."

Captain Tom put down the telescope, turned around and said with a serious face: "Sofia, you know, office love is not allowed in my team, and the same is true for one-night stands. Please keep this in mind!"

Sophia also put down the telescope and said expressionlessly: "Yes, sir!"

She said coldly: "Don't worry, he won't fuck me even if I want to. He didn't even look at me the last time we met..."

Captain Tom shrugged, "Judging from his latest mate selection criteria, you are indeed not his type..."

Sophia was no longer able to complain and asked with a cold face: "Didn't you just come here last week to spy? Why do you want to come here so soon to spy again? Since you value him so much, why don't you just apply for a transfer order?"

Captain Tom replied seriously: "I am indeed planning to apply for a transfer order. The FBI has already sent him a trial training invitation. We can't let those idiots get there first!"

Sophia was surprised: "The FBI also takes a fancy to him?"

Captain Tom saw Locke suddenly standing up, picked up the telescope again, and frowned: "Are there any football games at this time? Uh, it doesn't look like a celebration..."

After muttering, he replied: "He helped the FBI find Harry Beilein. Those stupid pigs from the FBI actually wanted to use Harry Beilein to trap the 'doctor', but of course they messed up..."

"Keeping observation skills, professional-level sketching, and lip reading, you are fully qualified..."

Sophia said in disbelief: "How did he find Harry Beilein? After Harry Beilein disappeared, many people said that he asked a 'doctor' to help him with plastic surgery. Tom, he came out, uh, he seemed Found us..."

"Huh, let's go quickly..."

Captain Tom hurriedly put down the telescope, pulled Sophia back, and said with a vigilant look: "The information records that he just bought a hk416 with a holographic sight..."

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"Sorry, Sarah, I have something urgent. I will contact you later..."

Locke hung up the phone, immediately returned to the house, turned off all the lights, then picked up the Beretta 92f and police badge that he was going to put at home and ran out of the room.

When he went downstairs, he regretted storing hk416 in the police station's gun cabinet.

Otherwise, through the holographic sight on hk416, he would be able to see clearly who was spying on him from the other side.

Ten minutes later, Locke appeared on the roof of the building opposite, which was already deserted.

He used his mobile phone's lighting to observe, and immediately found some traces, and found the location where the person who had just peeped at him was standing.

As a top scavenger, if you want to clean up the scene sufficiently, the study of traces is essential.

With the skill of Traceology (Master L3), Locke soon discovered that the footprints left by the peeping peepers were actually a man and a woman.

However, these two people were very cautious and left no other traces here except their footprints.

After Locke took a picture of the footprints, he stood where the peeper stood and got his first glimpse of the location of his room.

There is no doubt that these two people were monitoring him.

Who will monitor him?

Locke's first reaction was the "doctor" who escaped today, but he quickly eliminated this suspicion.

If the "doctor" had such great powers and could find him so quickly, he wouldn't have known anything about the FBI's roundup of Harry Beilein, and he was almost surrounded by it.

Who would that be?

Could it be that the Mexican Menote organization still has some fish that slipped through the net?

No, if the Menotei really slipped through the net, the person who wanted revenge most should be the Santoni organization that destroyed them, not him.

And if you really want to take revenge on him, you should shoot him directly instead of monitoring him.

If the other party is just monitoring, then the situation is not that critical.

Locke's hanging heart was instantly relieved. He almost called Marianne just now, wanting to inquire about the situation at home.

Locke stood there with a gloomy look on his face. He thought of another possibility. Could it be that he had left some clues when he killed Avadia before, so that the DEA or the Pasia organization could find him.

But it was discovered that he was a lapd, so no drastic measures were taken, just surveillance.

The surveillance methods of these two people are not like gang members, otherwise, this place would not be so clean.

Locke's heart sank at the thought that he might be targeted by DEA, but logically speaking, he couldn't leave any clues.

Locke shook his head. He couldn't make such random guesses anymore. He had to figure out who was spying on him as soon as possible. Otherwise, he would have trouble sleeping and eating.

He suppressed the confusion in his heart and followed the footsteps all the way downstairs. He actually tracked them all the way to the building's control room.

This discovery made Locke's face change greatly. If these two people came to the monitoring room openly, they were most likely law enforcers.

Locke stood at the door with a gloomy expression. He finally suppressed the idea of ​​​​running away. He still believed in his professionalism. He did not believe that DEA could find him here from Avadia.

There are two security guards on duty in the monitoring room, one African American and one Latino.

Locke walked into the surveillance room and showed his police badge, "Higuys, lapd, two of my colleagues just came here. I need to check the surveillance..."

The Latino security guard immediately stood up to give up his seat and asked casually: "Did it not be deleted completely?"

Locke saw his guilty conscience from his facial expression, and instantly guessed that he was an illegal immigrant. He smiled and said, "Relax, I am not the immigration bureau, and I will not report you. Los Angeles needs you..."

Without illegal immigrants, there would be no one to do many dirty jobs in the United States, such as working the night shift.

The Latino security guard was shocked: "Is Lapd so powerful? You could tell it at a glance!"

Locke instantly read the key words from the security guard's mouth. He was smiling, but deep down he was shocked.

It's not dea, it's lapd.

Why does lapd want to spy on him?

The African-American security guard next to him pulled up a video with a flattering look on his face and said: "The videos of your colleagues have been completely deleted, but the video of their car leaving has not been deleted. That's why you came here!"

Locke stared at the familiar black Ford Explorer in the video with a look of astonishment on his face, and he was instantly filled with anger.

Isn’t Daisy Greenberg’s case over?

Why is this lunatic Tom Williams still staring at him?

Drafting mom, it’s endless!