North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

As soon as Locke returned to the police station, he was immediately called into the office by Richard Jones.

Captain Jones first praised Locke for his heroic behavior last night, and then asked: "Did you touch the suspect Miller last night?"

Locke shook his head and said: "No..."

Captain Jones asked again: "Where's Tedis?"

Locke's heart skipped a beat and he replied: "He did, he was just searched, what happened?"

Captain Jones said gloomily: "This guy is an HIV carrier..."

"This bastard!"

Locke remembered that this beast had raped the female victim without a condom last night. This woman was so unlucky that not only was she raped, but she might also be infected with HIV.

Then he thought of Tedis having physical contact with this beast, and hurriedly asked: "How is Tedis?"

Captain Jones said in a deep voice: "We just found this bastard's medical record in the morning. Tedis had already gone to the hospital to get an injection. He said you had no contact with the suspect, so I didn't call you..."

Locke recalled that last night Tedis only wiped the black man a few times, and it was not a big problem. He said angrily: "Fuck, if I had known I should have shot this bastard to death!"

Captain Jones' face darkened, "Shut up, don't say such things in front of me. In the future, you must be more cautious when encountering homeless people like this, and you must wear gloves if you have physical contact..."

After leaving Captain Jones's office, Locke was pulled over by the police detective team to take notes, which was over in less than half an hour.

When he came out, he happened to meet Teddys who had returned from the hospital, along with two other police officers who had physical contact with Miller, a black man, last night.

According to LAPD regulations, police officers who have contact with HIV carriers must be vaccinated.

If there is further risk exposure, he will be suspended directly from work and wait for the hospital test results.

Luckily no one helped that bastard stuff the bird last night!

Locke saw Tedis looking lonely and comforted him: "Don't worry, everything will be fine!"

Tedis shrugged, "I'm fine, it's just that I found that my previous understanding of the black group was wrong..."

He showed a look of confusion, "I found that I hate black people. They have obviously experienced suffering and been enslaved. Why don't they work hard to change their ethnic group, but instead degenerate like this and are willing to be trash?"

Locke looked at Tedis in disbelief. Was his brainwashing last night so powerful?

He actually turned a black man into a racist who discriminates against black people!

Tedis added: "I was informed of my suspension this morning..."

Locke immediately thought about why, "Because of those words last night?"

Tedis nodded and said nonchalantly: "Well, my dad called me and scolded me, and asked why I had to take a video when I said those words..."

Locke was embarrassed and apologized: "Sorry, my fault..."

Tedis turned around and comforted him, "It's none of your business. You also want to lock up criminal evidence. It's my problem. I didn't control my emotions..."

He sighed in frustration, "We were just in the hospital and saw the victim last night crying..."

Locke was very sympathetic to the victim's experience. Perhaps if they had arrived earlier, they might not have intervened.

He patted Tedis on the shoulder and comforted: "It's just once. I heard the probability is very low..."

"A low probability does not mean there is no risk..."

Tedis said expressionlessly: "While waiting for the report, she will have to suffer in the judgment of fate. This is so unfair to her. If she had not met that beast, she would not have to endure all this... "

Locke was stunned for a moment, feeling that something was wrong.

Well, he just casually glanced at the female victim last night. At that time, the woman was full of emotions and burst into tears. He vaguely remembered that she was a blond, blue-eyed, petite white woman.

Could it be that Tedis was attracted to the female victim?

Or do you want to atone for the sins of your black compatriots?

This……

……

Locke didn't stay at the Wilshire Police Station long, as David came back to pick him up soon.

Seeing Locke sitting in the driver's seat, David squirmed in the passenger seat and complained: "I don't know if it's because I haven't driven for a long time. I've been driving all morning and my back hurts. Uh, what are you doing?" What's the situation? Why doesn't your face look good?"

Locke said as he drove the patrol car out of the police station: "After I left Old John's bar with Teddy last night, I caught a rapist..."

David drank the iced Americano he had just bought, looking very happy, and replied: "I knew about this when I came to the police station in the morning! Well done! I also heard that the suspect was captured and brought back to the police station with his naked body exposed... …”

Locke turned and glanced at him sideways, "Then do you know that the suspect is an HIV carrier?"

"fuck..."

David subconsciously moved aside, and then asked: "Are you okay?"

Locke gave him a middle finger in return and said angrily: "I never touched the suspect from beginning to end..."

David breathed a sigh of relief, sat up straight, and asked puzzledly: "Then why do you look like you are infected with HIV?"

Locke told David about Tedis' changes in thoughts and his conjecture, and asked worriedly: "If Chief Philip knows about it, will he cause trouble for me?"

After hearing this, David was silent for a few seconds and said with a speechless face: "I don't think you want to be a policeman anymore. You might as well become a politician because you are so talkative. You have real potential..."

"Zizi, at No. 18 Sunset Avenue, someone called the police and a neighbor was killed..."

"7adam15,copy..."

Locke took a look at the map, immediately turned to Sunset Avenue, and asked casually: "How was it in the morning?"

David replied with one word, "Busy..."

Locke curled his lips. As expected of a veteran patrolman of more than 20 years, his tone of voice was so steady. He was as steady as an old dog and he didn't overturn.

Soon Locke and the others arrived at 18 Sunset Avenue. A frightened white woman stood on the roadside. As soon as she saw Locke's police car, she rushed up and shouted: "Mr. Thomas was killed..."

"code6a..."

After Locke left the code for exit inspection, he got out of the car with David.

They did not enter the room immediately, and David asked the white woman, "What do you call me, ma'am?"

The white woman replied: "Caroline, Carolyn Brown..."

David asked as he walked: "Ms. Caroline, could you please tell me how you found out that Mr. Thomas was killed?"

According to Ms. Caroline's story, she baked delicious baked goods at home in the morning, and came over to ask Thomas, who was living alone at home, to taste it together. As a result, Mr. Thomas didn't respond no matter how she called her.

She was worried that something might happen to Mr. Thomas, so she went into the room to check, and finally found Mr. Thomas in the bedroom. Mr. Thomas was tied to a wicker chair in the bedroom, covered in blood, and dead. So she immediately ran home to call the police...

Locke and David were about to enter the door when they discovered that another police car had arrived, including Superintendent Mona and Weilun.

Superintendent Mona came over and asked, "How is it?"

David replied: "We have just understood the situation clearly and are about to go in to check..."

Under the leadership of Ms. Caroline, the four of them went straight to the bedroom on the second floor. They smelled a strong fishy smell before they even got close.

Locke and the others did not go in. They were all looking in at the door. Since they were dead, there was no need to go in so as not to interfere with the forensics department's collection of evidence.

On a wicker chair near the window in the bedroom, a middle-aged man was tied to the wicker chair with his head hanging down. There were many wounds and blood stains on his body. There was a large pool of blood flowing under the wicker chair, and there was still the smell of feces and urine in the air. The smell was bad and the deceased had been incontinent.

Superintendent Mona looked serious, "Notify the detective bureau directly!"

Locke hesitated for a moment and said, "Perhaps, no notification is needed, this scene looks familiar!"