North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Locke spent some time convincing Catherine Murphy that he did not have psychic abilities and that this incident was just a coincidence.

After hanging up the phone, Locke was speechless. This was also the sequelae of lying. Then he thought about whether to call David and inform him of Catherine's abnormal thoughts.

But when he thought about David's reaction if he knew that Catherine took the initiative to call him, he hesitated again.

Forget it, it's probably just the delusion of most forensic doctors who want to have soul-level communication with the corpse.

Putting away his cell phone, Locke looked at the driver in front of him, wanting to take the initiative to say hello to him. It was obvious that the other person just wanted to strike up a conversation with him.

Most of the Asians who drive Uber in Los Angeles are Chinese.

I don't want the Chinese driver to sit upright, looking at the front intently, even a little nervous.

Locke was startled for a moment, remembering that the conversation with Katherine Murphy just now probably scared the other party, he shrugged, then forget it!

Half an hour later, Locke arrived at the Mendez garage. As soon as he got out of the car, Tesla Mouldy ran very fast.

Because it was an appointment made in advance, Sarah Mendes heard the noise and immediately ran down from the office upstairs.

She was dressed in the same style as before, with a pink navel-baring tight T-shirt on the upper body and washed denim hot pants on the lower body, showing off her voluptuous and graceful figure and slender straight legs, exuding a youthful and enthusiastic atmosphere.

"Hi, Locke..."

"Hi, Sarah..."

Looking at the young and beautiful girl in front of him, Locke's heart palpitated, remembering an old Chinese saying that everyone has a love for beauty.

Good-looking women are simply works of art, which are dizzying and pleasing to the eye, and have nothing to do with desire.

Especially her smile, like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, clean and clear.

Even though he was having a rough time, he was so cheerful and innocent, which made people feel protective and want to protect this smile.

Sarah Mendes waved her slender arm to Locke, snapped her fingers, and smiled: "Let's go, I'll take you to see your car. Victor and Ryder will go out soon." Will come back..."

Locke followed Sarah to the maintenance workshop. His F150 Raptor had been given a brand new look. The fancy lacework had been removed, and the whole car looked much calmer and more restrained.

The whole car has been deeply cleaned and polished, and crystal-plated. The paint looks very bright, almost like new.

This is what he wants!

Locke's mind immediately pictured the scene of Sarah Mendes bending down to wash his car, and praised: "It's very clean, I will give you an extra tip!"

Sarah Mendes smiled proudly and said: "This is what I am good at..."

Then Sarah showed Locke the modified parts one by one. Although Locke also participated in the modification, the finished product and the semi-finished product are different after all.

The glass of the car has been replaced with bulletproof glass, so the doors have also been replaced with custom-made ones, which look particularly thick. This is the most expensive part of this modification.

The air suspension was installed according to Locke's equipment plan and fit perfectly.

The wheels and tires have also been replaced with brand new ones. This is completely Victor Mendez's plan.

The wheels are customized, with an increased wheel diameter, made of high-carbon steel, and blackened to match the body color.

The tires are still BFGoodrich All-Terrain, but with wider tires to increase comfort.

The refrigerator and gun box in the trunk are also installed, and the previously cut parts fit perfectly after installation.

Sarah Mendes had already poured some ice cubes into the refrigerator, saying that she was testing the effectiveness of the refrigerator.

She raised her slender collarbones and smiled: "I originally wanted to put a dozen Coronas in for you, but Victor reminded me that if I put beer in it now, it will shake violently when driving..."

Locke was surprised: "I didn't expect Victor to be so careful!"

Sarah Mendes frowned, "You are prejudiced against him..."

"Sorry, my bad!"

Locke apologized sensibly. Who knows how close brother and sister are to each other?

He opened the gun cabinet. The slide rails were very damped and would not shake. There were fixing devices on the shelf. Once you bought the Remington m700p, you could put it directly in it. There was also a place to put the pistol and bullets next to it. It was simply It's a mobile gun magazine.

He nodded and said: "cool!!!"

"As long as you like it, the folding seats in the back seat have been reserved and may not arrive until next week at the earliest..."

After getting down to business, Sarah Mendes looked a little shy, "Actually, you did the difficult part yourself. We just installed it. You helped us last time, so this time we just You will be charged the cost of accessories..."

Locke frowned slightly, "Why is this so embarrassing!"

The reason why he did it himself last time was just to speed up the efficiency, not to save money.

In his opinion, the Mendez brothers and sisters are already living a miserable life, and their financial situation is not easy. If this time they work in vain, it will go against his original intention.

Sarah Mendes said calmly: "It doesn't matter. Edmund has taught us since childhood that we only take the money we deserve!"

She seemed to not want to talk about this topic anymore, and said happily: "Locke, do you want to test drive?"

Locke had already thought about how to deal with this. His eyes swept over her graceful curves, and he suddenly lost his mind. He nodded and said: "Of course!"

Ten minutes later, Locke drove the F10 Raptor for a spin around the area and returned to the garage.

Overall, it basically met his expectations and the comfort was greatly improved, but he was still a little dissatisfied with the power of the engine.

The 3.5-liter V6 has a power of 450 horsepower and a torque of 691 Nm, which is still not enough.

Two ideas suddenly came to Locke's mind. Change the engine. It's not that Ford doesn't have a V8 engine.

For example, the 5.2-liter V8 engine outputs 522 kilowatts and 868 Nm of torque. If he adjusts it, the data will be even stronger.

Or, design a turbocharging system yourself.

Locke is more inclined to the latter. After being promoted to L4 in car driving, he has a deep knowledge reserve about car mechanical structures and car power systems, and would like to try it himself.

He turned to look at Sarah Mendes, who was staring at him from the passenger seat, "Sarah, does the garage have CNC machine tools?"

Sarah Mendes asked almost at the same time: "Locke, can you race a car?"

"..."

"..."

After looking at each other for a moment, the two of them answered almost at the same time.

"Yes, but no one knows how to use it anymore."

"meeting……"

Sarah Mendez's eyes flashed, showing a look of joy. Just as Locke drove, she discovered that Locke exuded a unique charm when he drove the car. It was a kind of integration of man and car that only a driver has. Sense of fit.

Just as she was about to ask more questions, the roar of the engine came from outside the car, and Victor Mendez's Chevrolet silverado appeared in the rearview mirror.

"Victor is back..."

Sarah Mendes hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car, and went to greet her.

The relationship between brother and sister is so good!

Locke curled his lips, feeling a bit disgusted for some reason. He opened the door and got out of the car, and saw Victor Mendez and Ryder each lifting two gun cases from the back seat of the Chevrolet silverado.

He glanced at it and recognized it immediately: a Mossberg Maverick 500 shotgun, a Mossberg 930 semi-automatic shotgun, a Remington M870 shotgun, and an AR15 series semi-automatic rifle. They were all home defense weapons.

Sarah Mendes was holding a Glock G17 box with excitement on her face and shouted: "Victor, when are we going to practice shooting..."

Locke suddenly realized that she went to greet him excitedly because of the gun.

Victor Mendez saw that Locke was much more polite this time. After saying hello, he asked: "How is it? There is nothing wrong with the car, right?"

"Excellent, I'm very satisfied!"

Locke frowned slightly, glanced at the guns in their hands, feeling as if they were going to fight, and asked: "What happened?"