North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Not far away, cowboys were busy, some were digging holes, and some were riding horses to collect coyote carcasses.

The carcasses of dozens of coyotes were piled together like a hill, which was very spectacular.

There was an unpleasant fishy smell in the air, which was the coyote's own fishy smell mixed with brains and blood.

Gasoline lime is also prepared nearby. The coyote carcass will not be buried directly. Before burial, it will be burned first and then sprinkled with lime to avoid the breeding of viruses.

When Locke saw this scene, he couldn't help but speculate. He wondered if there was a place dedicated to disposing of corpses somewhere on Locke's farm.

The cowboys working would look towards Locke from time to time, with curiosity and awe.

Some cowboys who were unfamiliar with him even asked the old cowboy for information.

Just after Locke came to join them, he demonstrated his accurate shooting skills again in front of everyone. From a distance of 400 meters, he shot three coyotes in the head with three shots.

Not only did it shock the cowboys, but it also shocked Jester and Glenn.

The numbers reported over the walkie-talkie were far less shocking than seeing them in person.

Since then, the position of the Locke family's number one sharpshooter has officially changed.

In the past, a single eradication operation could kill about fifty or sixty coyotes.

And Jester is the absolute protagonist every time. With his exquisite marksmanship, he kills 1/4 of the coyotes every time.

Today Locke and Jester combined to kill 75, plus those shot by the cowboys at the beginning, far more than before, Locke alone accounted for 2/3.

If Jester hadn't stopped them, the coyote pups in the distance wouldn't have been able to escape Locke's bullets.

There are also restrictions on how to kill coyotes on the farm. You cannot kill all the coyotes to avoid damaging the farm's ecology.

If all the coyotes are killed, the farm will be overrun with rabbits.

What usually takes a whole day of work was done in half a day today. This made Henry very happy and kept shouting that there was another sharpshooter in our family, which made Locke very embarrassed.

While the cowboys were working, three and four generations of the Locke family leaned against the raptor, drinking beer and chatting, enjoying the privileges of the ranchers.

The sky is blue, dotted with a few white clouds, and the breeze is gentle.

If it weren't for the pile of coyote carcasses and the fishy smell blowing in the wind, this would definitely be an extremely enjoyable scene.

Jester Locke, wearing a cowboy hat and a pipe in his mouth, was not happy at all about losing to Locke. Instead, he was very happy, "Next time when we fight coyotes, just let Locke do it alone. I can finally retire." Already..."

While drinking and chatting, Jester asked Locke about his experience during this period, and Locke told him everything he could.

I heard that Locke had gone through so many things during this period, killing 8 people in less than a month.

Both Jester and Henry were shocked, but Glenn remained calm because he already knew this information.

Henry put his arm around Locke's shoulders, "cool, our little Locke has finally grown up and become a real cowboy..."

Jester stared at Locke blankly, "I have heard rumors before that some gunmen's marksmanship suddenly improved after killing people. It seems to be true. Once the fear of killing is eliminated, people and guns will become more compatible... "

He reached out and touched Locke's head, with a look of relief on his face, "Good, the Locke family finally has a successor!"

He didn't care about Locke's murder at all. Who doesn't have a few Texas cowboys in his hands?

He had heard that Locke had killed two drug dealers, causing psychological trauma and becoming autistic. He was also a little unhappy and wondered why Locke became weak.

Jester's words made Henry and Glenn look a little unnatural, but due to Jester's power, they did not dare to talk back.

In Jester's view, the eldest son Henry may be a qualified cowboy, but he cannot be a farmer. He is too straight and not smart enough.

The younger son Glenn, although very smart, is more cunning than brave enough. No matter how smart a fox is, he cannot lead a group of rebellious cowboys.

The eldest daughter Marianne is a suitable successor, but unfortunately she is a woman and is not interested in the farm. She also has a strong personality and has her own ideas.

The reason why the farm has been managed by Henry without any problems over the years is because he is still here and there is help from Lucy and others.

Therefore, Locke has always been the third generation successor that Jester wanted to cultivate.

Although Locke was not very smart in the past, he had a ruthlessness in his bones and could still intimidate the cowboys.

Now that he heard that Locke had seen blood and had lives on his hands, Jester was even more satisfied, feeling that the successor he had been cultivating had finally taken shape.

He also saw the way the cowboys looked at Locke just now, and knew that Locke's shooting skills shocked the cowboys.

To awe cowboys is a must-have temperament for a farmer.

Jester doesn't object to Locke being the lapd. He thinks it would be a good thing for Locke to have more experience and accumulation. When the time is right in the future, he can just come back and take over the farm.

After Glenn listened to Locke talk about his recent experience face to face, he realized that he needed to adjust the importance he attached to Locke and could no longer treat him as a child.

As long as Locke maintains his current momentum, he should have no problem becoming a police supervisor in the LAPD in the future.

He raised the Corona in his hand and touched it with Locke, "If there is any progress over at the West Canyon Branch, I will tell you..."

"thanks……"

Locke immediately realized the changes in his uncle and said in an aggressive manner: "Uncle, as an interested party, I think you can check Cavell Construction Company at will..."

Glenn was startled, and suddenly felt that he still underestimated Locke. It was possible for the Chief Superintendent to be so shameless.

He immediately nodded and said: "Any citizen's report will be taken seriously by the IRS!"

……

Leisure time always passes quickly, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

After returning from exterminating coyotes yesterday, I had plenty of time because I completed the task ahead of schedule, so the farm held a grand bonfire party.

The cowboys sang and danced, played and sang to themselves, and performed their talents.

Members of the Locke family also appeared one after another, and Locke also took the stage to sing "Mystuidheart" tunelessly, which triggered cheers from the audience.

Many cowboys came over to drink with Locke. Jester introduced them to Locke one by one, and Locke was finally helped by Li Bo and Henry before he walked back to the room.

Early this morning, everyone drove to a leisure farm ten kilometers away. The ladies took their children to the orchard, and the men rode horses to follow the river.

Locke has no talent at all in fishing. Of all the people, he is the only one in the Air Force. Even Jet caught two, which made this kid very proud.

At noon, everyone had a picnic on the spot, eating grilled fish, vegetable salad and fruits. In a blink of an eye, it was time to go back to Los Angeles.

Frankly speaking, Locke really likes this unrestrained and leisurely life.

If possible, he really wanted to stay on the farm. This was the life he had dreamed of in his previous life.

Afternoon, rockfarm.

"Locke, it's yours!"

In full view of the public, Jester handed over the key to the Chevrolet Corvette 88 to Locke, making the three Marian siblings greedy.

Even Li Bo was a little jealous, not to mention Jeter whose eyes were full of envy.

This muscular supercar, produced in 1969, has a mysterious L88 engine, hidden headlights, a classic shark body, side cheeks, a sloping front end, and a combination of hard and soft lines. Compared with today's sports cars, its styling is nothing like it. Inferior, but more publicized and radical.

This is not a car, this is an industrial work of art.

Marian stared at the key in Locke's hand and smiled: "Hi, Locke..."

"no..."

Locke refused without hesitation and threw the keys of the F150 Raptor to Li Bo, "Daddy, help me drive the car back!"

Then he gave Jester a hug and ran towards l88 excitedly, and soon the low roar of l88 sounded.

Locke stretched his hand out of the window, waved it a few times, and then kicked the ball, and corvettel88 slowly disappeared from everyone's sight.

He went back to Los Angeles first.

Marianne withdrew her envious eyes, turned to Li Bo next to her and said, "Take the car keys away tonight..."

Li Bo suddenly looked embarrassed, but he also supported Marianne's approach.

Even the top rich would not use a car of this level for transportation. The collection value of this type of car is far greater than that of showing off, and it can be passed down to family members.

After the initial excitement and driving for a period of time, Locke couldn't help but smile bitterly. The various shortcomings of the vehicle were presented in his mind one by one, such as power, suspension, wind resistance, chassis, steering wheel assistance, seat comfort...

No matter how glorious it was when it was born, it is still just an old car that was more than 40 years ago.

He immediately concluded that this was not a car suitable for modern transportation, and it seemed that he had to build his own car as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Locke looked around and saw that there was no highway traffic police, so he called Sarah Mendes. This car didn't even have Bluetooth!

"Hi Sarah, how have you been these three days?"

"Uh, good, we've been practicing shooting..."

"Tell Victor that I want to talk to him..."

"..."