North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Soon Detective Dean and Black Jimmy each came out of the room with a police detective and went to complete their tasks resolutely.

When the black man Jimmy passed by Locke, he snorted at him again with a look of disdain.

Locke was left speechless. Damn it, this idiot is forcing him to become a racist!

David smiled at Locke and asked, "How was it? Do you regret it?"

Mark and Tedis also looked at Locke. His rejection of Tom Williams was known to everyone in the police department.

Locke shrugged and said nonchalantly: "I'm already preparing for the police detective exam..."

Tedis looked at Locke with envy. He was obviously a rookie in the same period. Not only did Locke finish his internship earlier than him, but he had even been recruited by the FBI and the Detective Bureau respectively. This shocked him, who had always been arrogant.

He glanced at Mark next to him covertly, remembering the conversation the Ministry of Internal Affairs had with him before.

If he can complete that task, he should become the second rookie to end his internship early.

David asked Locke again: "Are you asking for leave tomorrow morning?"

Locke nodded and said: "Well, I have something to do tomorrow morning. Don't worry, it won't be long and I won't leave you alone for too long..."

He made an appointment with Marianne to take the Mendez brothers and sisters to her law firm to sign a contract tomorrow morning.

David said angrily: "I wish I couldn't see you all day long. It makes me annoyed when I see you..."

Locke didn't want to pay attention to this arrogant old man and gave him a middle finger.

This scene made Tedis envious again. Why did he mess it up when all the other interns had a good relationship with the instructor?

He couldn't help but start to reflect that Mark did have many behaviors that he couldn't agree with, but wasn't there his own problem here?

Thinking of this, Tedis decided to find an opportunity to ask Locke for advice.

"Well, future detective, come in..."

Tom Williams' voice suddenly came from the room.

As soon as Locke heard this guy's voice, he knew that Tom Williams wanted to ridicule him, but he pretended not to hear it.

Seeing David and the other three staring at him, he asked, "Why are you looking at me?"

At this time, Sophia appeared at the door, looking at Locke with a look of gloating, "Locke, Inspector Tom wants to invite you in..."

Locke turned to David and asked, "Can I refuse?"

David looked at Locke with sympathy, shook his head and said, "Sorry, although the Wilshire Police Department is not affiliated with the Detective Bureau, even an ordinary detective has a higher rank than our patrol officer. , not to mention he is a captain (supervisor/captain)..."

The Detective Bureau reports directly to the Chief of the Los Angeles Police Department in Park Center and has the same administrative level as the Operations Department.

The Robbery and Murder Division of the Detective Bureau is on the same level as the Western Division, so Tom Williams, the captain of the Robbery and Murder Division, is on the same level as Anna Davis, the head of the Wilshire Police Department.

Locke could only give up and turn around and walk towards the door. Damn it, the official university is the first level, there is no way!

David patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Boy, good luck..."

Mark and Tedis also looked at Locke with sympathy. The entire Los Angeles Police Department knew that although the detective Tom Williams of the Detective Bureau was an expert in solving crimes, he had a weird personality and was difficult to deal with. Locke offended him. Wait a minute. Being made things difficult for sure is inevitable.

Locke followed Sophia into the room. Only then did he realize that Sophia, as a detective sergeant, was at the same level as Captain Jones. This strengthened Locke's determination to enter the police detective bureau.

Although he doesn't have much power, he can level up quickly!

Sophia comforted her in a low voice: "Don't worry, he doesn't dare to go too far..."

As soon as Locke entered the room, he was attracted by the environment of the room, and his expression became solemn instantly.

He just stood at the door and took a glance, but didn't see much. When he entered the room, he found that the room was unusually clean and tidy. All the furniture was spotless, and everything in the room was neatly arranged. It was completely visible. There is no trace of anyone living inside.

Locke's heart suddenly rose, because everything in this room felt unusually familiar to him.

This room looked too much like his previous room.

Sofia took Locke to the bedroom. The bedroom was in the same condition as the living room. Everything was clean and tidy, including the bed.

The sheets are very flat and the quilts and pillows are folded like in a hotel.

Outside the bed, on a chair by the window, a gray-haired man was lying on a chair, wearing dark pajamas. His head was resting on the armchair, his face turned upward, as if he was asleep.

Mark was right. The body was clean and not bloody at all. At least it looked decent from the front.

The corpse was shot in the head. A bullet entered his forehead and passed through the back of his head. Therefore, although there was a single hole in his forehead, there was no blood at all.

But the back was not as clean as the front. Behind the chair, a pool of red and white flowed from the back of the head, but it was not easy to see without turning around.

At this moment, two people from the forensic department were squatting behind the chair to measure the diameter of the bullet hole in the back of the head. One of them was the blond white man wearing black-rimmed glasses that he had seen at the door before.

Tom Williams stood on the inside of the bed, far away from the body. He looked at Locke expressionlessly and asked, "Future detective, is there a camera in this room?"

Locke has basically determined that the corpse on the chair is with him and is also a scavenger.

In other words, he used to be a scavenger. He is a bit old and should have retired long ago.

Looking at the dead old man, Locke could not help but feel some empathy. Sure enough, being a scavenger is a road of no return. Even if you retire, don't think about a good death.

Without hearing Locke's answer, Tom Williams urged impatiently: "Hey, don't tell me that you were frightened by this corpse? The last time you shot your head with a scar rifle, the scene was much bloodier than this one... …”

Locke calmed down instantly, knowing that this was not the time to mourn for his fellow humans. He glanced at Tom Williams and replied: "No camera found!"

Tom Williams asked again: "What suggestions do you have for this case?"

Locke was about to answer that he had not left, and the black-rimmed glasses that were recording fingerprints on the corpse suddenly turned around and said: "Captain, this deceased has no fingerprints..."

Tom Williams frowned and asked, "William, can't you get to the point?"

William, who was wearing black-rimmed glasses, looked a little confused and replied: "All ten fingerprints of the deceased's fingers were destroyed, and they were old injuries from adulthood. They should have been damaged for a long time..."

Tom Williams smiled and said: "Interesting!"

He touched his chin and said to himself: "The deceased showed no signs of struggle or resistance. Maybe he knew the killer..."

At this time, Sophia's cell phone rang. She answered the phone and said to Tom Williams: "Jimmy has found out the identity of the deceased. The deceased's name is Ryan Hollis, 62 years old. He is a retired employee." Bus driver, but Emily has already checked, this information is all false, she also used the image of the deceased to compare, there is no information about the deceased in the database..."

Tom Williams turned to look at Locke and asked jokingly: "How's it going? Do you have any suggestions? Future detective?"