North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

The next morning, Locke came to the police station early and handed the scar and the military dagger to the Evidence Division.

As for the burned hood, no one knew whether the gunman next to the wall was wearing a hood, so the name of this item would not appear in the evidence list.

The next step is to wait for the court to go through the proceedings. Just in case, Marianne has decided not to use the lawyer assistance provided by the police station and will hire a criminal defense lawyer.

David arrived a moment later and Locke drove his patrol car out of the Wilshire Police Department.

After not driving this classic car for a few days, I drove it on the street again. I felt very friendly and immediately decided that I would personally give this classic car a second life someday.

"7adam15, start patrol..."

"copy..."

A sweet voice responded, followed by another, "Welcome back, Locke..."

"thank you!"

Locke was very cautious this time and did not call the other party's name because he really couldn't tell who the other party was.

David was waiting for a good show, but he didn't want Locke to make a fool of himself this time. He curled his lips in disappointment, "Did you apply for leave this afternoon?"

Locke nodded and said: "Well, tonight is family day. Todd is back from New York. He will go to Lebec to visit my grandpa's family tomorrow. I will also pick up the car in the afternoon. My F150 Raptor has been modified..."

David hurriedly said: "Say hello to Todd and Marianne for me!"

After Anna Davis assigned the most experienced patrol officer of the Wilshire Police Department to Locke as an intern instructor, Li Bo and Marianne specially treated David to dinner. The United States also has people and sophistication.

"thanks, I will……"

Locke thought of something, "By the way, can you say hello to the bearded Gary? After picking up the car, I want to go to his store to buy a Remington m700p. Time is a bit tight, so please let him prepare it first!" "

David asked in confusion: "Why did you buy a sniper rifle?"

Locke shrugged, "The tradition of the Locke family is the wild wolf shooting competition. I have always been at the bottom in the past. This time I will definitely surprise everyone..."

David smiled meaningfully: "You have surprised everyone!"

Locke looked calm and asked: "Have you never had this kind of experience? Suddenly, it seemed that I had an enlightenment. I hit wherever I pointed. Marianne said that I might have awakened the gun gene. Well, my grandfather Jester Locke was young. At that time, he was a well-known sharpshooter in Texas, and Marian was also very good at shooting!"

David thought for a moment and nodded: "Me too. Before I met Catherine's mother, I was not good at that. Not long after I was with him, I figured out many postures..."

Locke directly gave him a middle finger and joked: "David, you'd better find a partner as soon as possible. Look at Nathan, the man who has been nourished by love is completely different. You are still young..."

David shook his head, "I can't possibly move out and leave Catherine alone, and Catherine won't be used to having a strange woman in the house, so that's it!"

Locke asked curiously: "Then how do you solve your physical needs? You won't go to a call girl, right?"

David raised his middle finger and replied angrily: "Boy, are you doubting my charm?"

Locke understood immediately and knew that the old man David must have an old friend and a way to communicate with him. This guy was really hidden. Just as he was about to gossip, the radio rang.

"At the east gate of Monterey Park, someone called the police and reported that they were robbed. The robber has been controlled..."

"7adam15,copy..."

Locke glanced at the map, stepped on the accelerator, and the car turned smoothly, heading towards Monterey Park.

David muttered: "Why do you feel like you are getting more and more comfortable driving..."

Locke grinned and said: "Please call me the Los Angeles Car God from now on, thank you!"

David gave him the middle finger, but he was not offended.

Soon Locke and the others arrived at the east gate of Monterey Park and saw the two people entangled.

A middle-aged white male, dressed in ordinary clothes, he looked like a low-class man.

The other was a young black woman, also very ordinary, but dressed better than the white man. She should have gone to college.

There were a bunch of onlookers next to the two, and some were even taking out their mobile phones to take pictures of tiktok.

Locke read the lips of the two people and knew that the white man was the reporter. The young black man was held tightly by him, saying that she had robbed him of his money.

"Arrived at the scene, the reporter is ic-1, the suspect is ic-2, code4a..."

ic-1 refers to white people, ic-2 refers to black people, code4a means no support is needed, and the suspect is at the scene.

Locke reported the scene to the Parker Center and got off the bus with David one after another.

David walked in front, and Locke was three steps behind. He was observing the crowd around him to see if there was any danger. His hand was always on the Glock G19 on his waist.

David showed his police badge and asked, "What's going on?"

The white man immediately showed the black leather wallet in his hand and said loudly: "Officer, this is my wallet. There is clearly 500 knives in it, but now there is 200 knives left in it. She stole 300 knives from me..."

"Fuck, I didn't steal your money!"

The black woman scolded the man and defended: "I saw a wallet on the ground and just picked it up. This bastard rushed over and asked me if I had picked up the wallet and said that the wallet was his. I saw that he seemed very anxious. I gave him my wallet, not thinking that he would frame me for stealing his money. I didn’t even open the wallet..."

At this time, Locke had already observed the surroundings and walked over. He had just analyzed the micro-expressions and already knew that the white man was bluffing.

Well, because the black girl's skin was too dark, he couldn't read her expression. This girl was really dark. It's rare to see such a dark black person in Los Angeles, just like black coal.

Locke asked the white man: "Sir, could you show me your wallet?"

The white man looked calm, "Of course, officer, you must investigate carefully and get my money back..."

Locke checked his wallet. In addition to 200 dollars, there were several supermarket coupons, not even a bank card.

He asked: "There is no ID in this wallet. How can you prove that this wallet is yours?"

The white man was startled and said urgently: "Officer, this is my wallet. You see clearly, I am white and she is black..."

Locke said coldly: "Sir, I have to warn you, Los Angeles is against any form of racial discrimination, please pay attention to your words!"

The white man shrugged, "OK, I'll pay attention..."

Locke asked again: "Are you sure you have 500 dollars in your wallet?"

The white man said decisively: "Of course, I'm sure!"

Locke nodded, "Okay, there is 500 dollars in your wallet, and this wallet only has 200 dollars, that means this wallet is not yours..."

The white man looked shocked and cursed: "What the hell are you talking about, uh..."

Locke's eyes were cold and he waited for the white man coldly. The white man shuddered and was so frightened that he immediately dared not say a word.

Just kidding, in two weeks, a total of 8 people died at his hands, and his murderous intent was revealed at this glance.

He handed the wallet to the black girl, "Ma'am, you can keep this wallet until you find the owner, or you can give the wallet to lapd..."

The black girl took the wallet in confusion and smiled slyly at the white man, "I'll keep it first! Sir, can I go?"

Locke nodded, "Of course!"

The black girl looked at Locke gratefully, showing her white teeth, "Sir, thank you for your impartial law enforcement. Can I have your phone number?"

Locke replied with a serious face: "Sorry, I can't provide my phone number..."

The black girl shrugged and left with a look of displeasure.

When the white man saw the black woman about to leave, he subconsciously wanted to stop her, but Locke stopped her. "Sir, do you want to go back to the police station with me and describe what your wallet looks like?"

The white man stared at Locke angrily, "No need..."

Locke immediately reported the results to the Parker Center and said to the white man who was still staring at him angrily: "Sir, if you want to complain about me, I can tell you my police number..."

The white man said coldly: "I will!"

Locke copied the police signal information to him, and then followed David back to the car.

After getting in the car, David couldn't help crying and said: "Boy, your way of handling this case is too weird. Although the logic sounds sound, that guy will definitely file a complaint against you..."

Locke started the car with an indifferent expression, "If he wants to complain, let him complain. I've been too high-profile recently..."

David looked puzzled.

Locke shrugged, "You don't understand even if I tell you, this is ancient Chinese wisdom!"