North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Morning, Wilshire Police Department, locker room.

After Randy Casco changed his clothes, he did not leave. Instead, he told everyone about his visit to the hospital over the weekend to see Nathan.

He looked jealous and said exaggeratedly: "Damn it, you haven't seen how happy this guy is. It's unbelievable that he can find true love in the hospital. You don't know how well he is taken care of by Martha. He is so fat. Man Guys, we can make a bet. I bet this guy may say goodbye to lapd after he is discharged from the hospital. Does anyone want to join..."

"I bet he will stay in lapd, $10..."

"Count me in, $5..."

"I bet he'll leave, $10..."

"..."

Randy stretched out his hand, walked past everyone, and took away the money one by one. His movements were very smooth. He did this kind of thing often.

When passing by Locke, he asked Locke who was tying his shoes: "Comon, bro, where is your money?"

Locke raised his head and said to David on the right: "David, I don't have any change. I'll buy you coffee later..."

David took out another $10 and said, "What are you betting on?"

Locke replied: "Same as you..."

Randy took the money away from David, clapped his hands and shouted: "Guys, the answer will be revealed next week!"

Soon everyone came to the duty room neatly dressed. Before starting patrol every day, Captain Jones would hold a regular meeting, mainly to summarize the work situation of the past week, which blocks should be focused on, and what types of cases should be paid attention to.

After Captain Jones finished the morning meeting, he announced the adjournment of the meeting, but kept Locke, and David also stayed on his own initiative.

Captain Jones looked at Locke seriously and said, "Locke, you have been complained..."

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"7adam15, start patrol..."

"copy..."

David stared at Locke curiously, and when he put down his hand, he couldn't help but ask, "How come you weren't affected at all?"

Locke shrugged and replied calmly: "Didn't I already know that he would complain about me?"

Yes, Locke was complained by the white reporter in the case last Thursday. Captain Jones just came to him to learn about the details of the complaint.

David was a little speechless at Locke's indifferent attitude, "Okay, you mentioned it last time, China's wisdom, right! But you have to know that too many complaints will have an impact on your resume..."

Locke knew that David meant well and nodded: "Yes, I will pay attention to it in the future. Uh, there is a Starbucks here. I will buy coffee..."

Locke was about to pull over when the radio rang.

"Zizi, Koreatown, someone called the police and was robbed..."

"7adam15,copy..."

I don't know if it was because of Monday, but various things and accidents happened at work. Locke and David were busy all morning, and various police situations came one after another.

It wasn't until 11 o'clock that the two of them had time to stop for a cup of coffee.

At the entrance of the Wilton Theater, Locke and David each held a glass of iced Americano and leaned against the police car. The windows were lowered so that they could hear the police immediately.

David asked, "How was your weekend?"

Locke told about their family's return to Lebec for the weekend, and asked casually: "What about you? Have you gone fishing again?"

David shook his head and said: "No, while Catherine was not at home, I renovated the roof of my home this weekend..."

"This is a big project..."

Locke looked amazed. Sometimes he had to admire Americans. Because labor is too expensive, many American men are forced to become a decathlete and have super hands-on ability.

"Zizi..., in the apartment building at No. 55 Bile Street, the cleaner called the police and found that a tenant died of a gunshot..."

Locke and David looked at each other and hurried back to the car. Locke immediately picked up the phone and said, "7adam15, copy..."

Bile Street is only two blocks from the Wilton Theater. Locke and the others arrived at the apartment building where the crime was reported in less than 2 minutes and found a police car parked downstairs.

David glanced at it and said, "It's Mark and Teddy's patrol car..."

After the two went upstairs, they found that Mark and Tedis had set up a cordon on the scene and were guarding the door to protect the scene.

Seeing Locke and David coming over, Mark immediately said: "The case has been transferred to the Detective Bureau, and the people from the Detective Bureau are on their way..."

David complained: "When did the Detective Bureau become so idle!"

Generally speaking, ordinary criminal cases are initially handled by the police detective team of the branch. If the case is too difficult, it will be transferred to the police detective bureau.

Locke turned sideways and glanced into the room. He could only see the living room, but did not see the victim's body. The room was also neat and clean.

Mark smiled and asked: "Want to go in and take a look? The scene is not too bloody..."

Locke shook his head and said, "Forget it, I don't want to register my footprints!"

Speaking of which, this was the first time he had been to a murder scene since he joined Lapd. Well, he had three murders of his own making.

After a while, people from the police detective bureau arrived, plus people from the forensics department at the back, there were more than a dozen people, powerful and impressive.

After seeing that the person walking at the front was Tom Williams, Locke was speechless for a while. Is there no one else in the Detective Bureau?

Tom Williams walked straight into the apartment without even looking at Locke. Sophia, who followed him, smiled and nodded at Locke, and excitedly introduced to the people behind her: "This is the Wilshire Police Department Rock Lee..."

The white police detective behind Sophia immediately stopped, looked at Locke curiously, and extended his hand to him, "Dean Dyson, I have long admired you. Nice to meet you!"

Locke was speechless and stretched out his hand to shake his hand, "Nice to meet you, Detective Dean!"

Behind Dean Dyson was a black man with a cold face. He was very strong and looked like he was in charge of military affairs. He glanced at Locke coldly and said, "You are the one who rejected Captain Tom! In addition to being a pretty boy, you also look... There’s nothing special about it!”

Sofia shouted dissatisfiedly from the front, "Jimmy..."

The black man snorted coldly and then walked into the apartment.

Among the forensic officers behind the black man, the one at the front was a blond white man wearing black-rimmed glasses and a suit. He was very young. He looked at Locke with an inquiring look and said nothing.

The police detectives and forensics officers who followed closely also cast curious glances at Locke.

Apparently, Locke was already well known in the detective bureau.

Soon, people from the Detective Bureau filled the apartment, and the four Locke people could only stand outside to protect the scene.

After a while, I heard Tom Williams giving orders in the room in an orderly manner, with a calm and concise voice, just like computer instructions.

"Dean, go find the cleaner who reported the crime. I want a detailed transcript..."

"Jimmy, find the manager of the apartment. I want to know all the information about the deceased. After I get the information about the deceased, I will send it to Emily as soon as possible to see if there is any information about the deceased in the database..."

"Also, I want all the surveillance cameras in the apartment building..."

"Sofia, call Erwin and ask him to check all the surveillance cameras near the apartment to look for suspicious suspects..."

"William, when can you tell me the time of death?"

"..."