North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Erdo Madrio quickly regained his composure, shook his head and said, "Sorry, I haven't heard of it..."

Locke stared at Eldo Madrio blankly, cursing in his mind, "Don't you know this look on your face?"

He originally had the idea of ​​​​trying it, knowing that Mexicans like to stick together and have their own circles, but he did not expect that it was really an unexpected surprise!

Various methods of torture to extract confessions flashed through Locke's mind, but it suddenly sank into the back of his mind. He was now a lapd and had to follow procedures and laws.

He can understand these illegal immigrants who are dreaming of the American dream. They dare not take any risks until they get a green card.

Especially people like Erdo Madrio who want to immigrate with their whole family.

In his impression, Erdo Madrio is a steady and responsible person.

Fortunately, he was mentally prepared, and he was ready to use inducements.

Locke then said: "Eldo, are you interested in being my informant? Uh, I forgot to introduce you. I am the detective of the LAPD Police Department. I know you are applying for a green card. You can be my informant." I will help you say hello to the Immigration Bureau and relax your review..."

"If you encounter any trouble, you can tell me and I will provide you with protection..."

"Actually, the informant is not in danger. I will hide your identity and won't let you do anything dangerous. I just need you to tell me the information you know. It will not affect your normal work. It will not affect you." It’s like having an extra part-time job..."

"Every time you provide information, you will receive a considerable amount of income. Of course, the informant fee is linked to the quality of the information..."

Erdo Madrio was silent for more than ten seconds, his face full of humaneness and sophistication changing. Finally, he raised his head and looked at Locke, and asked in a trembling voice: "How much is the informant fee this time?"

It seems that money works best!

Locke replied: "There should be many people who know this information, so the informant fee this time is only $1000..."

Eldo Madrio immediately said: "Garcia is missing. His family in Mexico has been unable to contact him for three days. His friends have asked us..."

He hesitated for a moment, with a flash of fear in his eyes, "Yesterday... the car that exploded yesterday belonged to Garcia, a white Ford transit. I remember the license plate number. Garcia was using that license plate number recently. There is no way that Garcia could use it." The one who caused the explosion also wanted to bring his family to Los Angeles..."

Damn it, it’s the owner information of a white Ford transit!

This is really an unexpected surprise!

Locke's face was calm, "What is Garcia's full name? Where does he live?"

"Garcia Arteaga..."

"He lives at 46 Devere Street, Lennox..."

"..."

Locke asked Erdo Madrio to write down Garcia's name and address, and then asked: "Do you know of any other housekeeping cleaners who are missing?"

The two scavengers who fled to Los Angeles from Mexico should have followed others at the beginning. They were probably also housekeeping cleaners. After all, this is what they are good at.

Erdo Madrio thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "Except for Garcia, I haven't heard of anyone else missing..."

Locke asked again: "Is Garcia Arteaga taking orders alone like you?"

Eldo Madrio nodded and said: "Yes, we are not affiliated with the housekeeping company. The commission of the housekeeping company is too high..."

Locke asked a few more questions, but Eldo Madrio didn't even know, so he counted 1000 US dollars to him.

Erdo Madrio did not get out of the car immediately after taking the money, but said solemnly: "Mr. Detective, the reason why I agreed to be your informant is not because of the money, but because I believe in you! "

Locke stretched out his hand to Eldo Madrio and said seriously: "You have my word!"

Erdo Madrio held his hand and said: "There is no need to say hello to the immigration office, I don't want to expose my information!"

"ok..."

Locke responded immediately, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this guy is really stubborn!

However, the more stubborn a person is, the tighter their tone and the more reliable they are.

After Eldo Madrio left, Locke opened Google Maps and looked at the location of Lennox.

Lennox was close to Los Angeles International Airport and not on the line between George Green, Bell Gardens, and Long Beach, so he suspected that Garcia Arteaga was not murdered at home, but at work.

The location where he worked was most likely between George Green and Bell Gardens. Two perverts killed him, robbed his car, and then committed the Bell Gardens rape and murder case.

In other words, Sia Arteaga's body may still be lying in a certain villa.

Locke immediately called Hunter Morris. It seemed that this guy owed him another favor.

As soon as the call was connected, he said in a frivolous tone: "Detective Hunter, I obtained a piece of information from an informant about yesterday's explosion. The car owner's information, uh, what..."

Five minutes later, Locke hung up the phone and couldn't help laughing. It seemed that he underestimated the FBI.

On the phone, Hei Lu Dan told him that the FBI had found more video information about the Ford Transit through the Los Angeles city surveillance system, and thus found the original owner of the car, Garcia Arteaga.

The FBI has also searched Garcia Arteaga's house in Lennox, and through the guest information list of the room, found the villa where he worked before his death, which is near Bell Gardens.

The body of Garcia Arteaga was found in the villa. Unlike the other two rape and murder cases, Garcia Arteaga's clothes were intact and had not been violated.

It seems that those two perverts are not all fuckers. In the other two rape and murder cases, the victims were both young men and women. From this, we can see the aesthetics of the two murderers.

Garcia Arteaga is a 48-year-old Mexican manual worker.

Garcia Arteaga also died of nitrite poisoning. The scene was the same as the two rape and murder cases, and there were no other traces.

The FBI has sent the photos and DNA information of the two deceased persons to the Mexican Interpol to obtain the identity information of the two deceased persons.

According to FBI internal speculation, the two murderers should be professionals working for Mexican drug traffickers, cleaners or scavengers in the underground world.

Unable to suppress their perverted sexual fetishes, they committed a series of crimes in Morelia, Mexico. Unexpectedly, the victims included the sons and daughters of congressmen and wealthy businessmen. As a result, a reward was placed on their head, and they fled to Los Angeles.

Locke knows that this is probably the truth of this case. The FBI is worthy of being the FBI.

He admitted that he had underestimated the FBI before, but if they were given more time, they could still find out the truth.

For example, if they found the original car owner Garcia Arteaga through city surveillance and then found his body, the police detective bureau could do the same.

However, in Mexico, the connections and operational capabilities of the LAPD are not as strong as those of the FBI.

Locke started the car and drove towards Beverly Hills, because Marianne had to catch a plane and tonight's dinner would be brought forward.

His mind moved, and the panel flashed, but it was not refreshed.

He was a little curious, wondering if the system would reward him for this case?