North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Anna Davis directly interrupted Jamie Howard, "Anna Davis, the sergeant of the Wilshire Police Department, we talked on the phone yesterday..."

Jamie Howard glanced at Locke and was deeply impressed by this handsome face. He immediately thought of the bad impression he had on the phone with Anna Davis yesterday.

He turned to look at the colleague next to him, and seeing that the other person was not going to speak, he continued: "Captain Davis, the deceased is a secret witness of the CIA. Since the CIA has no law enforcement power in the country, we hope that this case will be taken over by the FBI, which is already on the way. Already..."

Anna Davis said seriously: "Agent Howard, for two consecutive days, two people died in my jurisdiction, both related to the CIA. We don't even know the identity of the deceased. Lapd has planned to formally report to the CIA Negotiations have been made, and we hope that CIA can provide relevant information..."

Jamie Howard was stunned for a moment. He did not expect Anna Davis to be so disrespectful to CIA, and turned to look at the colleague next to him again.

The obviously younger CIA agent next to him had to speak, and he also showed his ID, "Captain Davis, hello, I am Will Lewis, the CIA's supervisory special agent. We can chat alone." ?"

Locke looked at Will Lewis in surprise, never expecting that this silent man was actually Jamie Howard's superior. No wonder Jamie Howard always looked at him.

Soon Anna Davis and Will Lewis walked aside. Locke couldn't restrain his curiosity and looked over.

Now his lip reading is L2. As long as he wants to, he can quickly identify what the two people are talking about!

Anna Davis said righteously: "cia must share the deceased's information with lapd and inform them of the following risks..."

Will Lewis refused: "This information involves national security, LAPD has no authority to know this information..."

Anna Davis asked: "You have put Los Angeles in danger. Can you guarantee that similar murders will not happen in the future?"

Will Lewis responded with silence and advised: "Captain Davis, I still recommend that this case continue to be handed over to the FBI..."

Anna Davis refused: "Since CIA cannot provide any information, then this case should be investigated by LAPD. LAPD must consider the safety of the citizens of Los Angeles!"

Will Lewis's face began to look a little embarrassed, "Without our information support, LAPD would not be able to find the murderer. Even LAPD's detective Tom Williams can't do it. You have no idea what you are doing." What kind of murderer are you facing..."

Anna Davis' face also darkened, "Since the CIA knows who the murderer is, why doesn't it issue a wanted warrant? How many more people will die next?"

"..."

"..."

In the end, the two broke up on bad terms. Anna Davis said that the LAPD was already negotiating with the CIA, and she would not transfer the case without notice from above.

Seeing that he couldn't convince Anna, Will Lewis had no choice but to give up.

Locke was very excited while watching, Anna is so awesome! How dare you confront CIA like this, tit for tat.

But then I thought that law enforcement agencies in the United States are relatively independent, and there is no superior-subordinate relationship.

To some extent, lapd is a security company hired by the Los Angeles city government to maintain law and order in Los Angeles.

Lapd really only needs to serve the citizens of Los Angeles well. Protecting and serving the citizens of Los Angeles is Lapd's warning.

At this time, people from the FBI also arrived, a group of six black Escalades. However, because Anna Davis did not agree to hand over the case, the people from the FBI were blocked outside and did not come in. Only two senior agents were let in.

Will Lewis immediately stepped forward, hoping that the FBI would come forward to negotiate with Lapd, but he obviously overestimated the relationship between CIA and FBI, and this proposal was severely rejected by the FBI.

They are just following orders. The CIA does not have the power to investigate and handle the case, so it is none of their business.

A group of patrol officers from the Wilshire Police Department stood aside eating melon. Superintendent Mona sighed: "There are not many scenes like this!"

David also echoed: "Indeed, I have been a policeman for more than 20 years, and I have only seen scenes like this a few times..."

Weilun also praised: "Captain is so cool!"

It is indeed a rare scene to bring together people from the three major law enforcement agencies, CIA, FBI, and LAPD.

Especially CIA, which rarely appears at domestic crime scenes.

And Anna Davis blocked both CIA and FBI this time, and she was very embarrassed for Lapd.

Locke did not eat melon with David and the others. His mind was running at high speed. He made some deductions based on the information he had just obtained from Will Lewis.

Assuming that the murderer is also a CIA agent, then why did he kill retired logistics agents and secret witnesses?

The first conclusion he came to was that an agent within the CIA had defected, and this agent had a deep hatred for the CIA.

"Lock..."

Locke turned around and found that Sophia was standing behind him at some point.

Sophia said with a strange expression: "Captain Tom wants to invite you up to have a chat..."

Come again?

Locke seemed to feel something. He looked up and found Tom Williams standing by the window on the second floor looking downstairs. He didn't know if it was intentional or not. This guy didn't look at him and Sophia, but stared at the negotiation. What cia and fbi.

Seeing Locke frowning, Sophia hurriedly said: "Don't worry, he really wants to talk to you this time..."

On the second floor, Dean Dyson and black Jimmy stood aside and were busy talking on the phone. I don't know if it was because it was too smelly. This time, except for the forensics personnel, none of them stayed in the bedroom.

Locke followed Sophia to the side of Tang Long Williams. This guy had already sat upright on the chair by the window. There was an iron coffee table in front of him. If there were tea and snacks, he might drink tea leisurely.

Tom Williams said to Locke: "You are right. It was indeed done by the same person. The scene is as clean as yesterday!"

Locke felt a little uncomfortable when he heard Tom Williams talking to him in a normal tone.

He asked: "Anything gained?"

Tom Williams nodded, looked at Sophia, and motioned for her to speak.

Sophia showed a helpless look and said: "This time he tortured the deceased to extract a confession, and exposed a lot of information on the body. The body was stabbed 23 times, but these were not fatal. The real fatal thing was the bullet that was shot into the head. The warhead has been found, just like yesterday. We speculate that the murderer is not a simple killer, but more like a professional agent. Whether it is torture, but he likes shooting in the head, it is the method of a professional agent..."

After Sophia finished speaking, Tom Williams suddenly asked: "What did the big shot from CIA say just now?"

The CIA's supervisory special agent already belongs to the middle level of CIA, and above him is the agent supervisor, who is indeed considered a big shot.

Locke looked at Tom Williams hesitantly and frowned: "He was talking to Captain Davis, how could I know?"

An inexplicable smile emerged from the corner of Tom Williams's mouth, and he asked Sophia: "Now do you believe that he is good at acting?"

Sophia stared at Locke in surprise, a lot of information flashed through her mind, and said helplessly: "We know you can lip read!"

fuck!!!

Damn FBI!

Damn it, didn’t I say I would keep it a secret?

When the lie was suddenly exposed, Locke did not panic. He just shrugged and shared the information he had just learned through lip reading with Tom Williams.

I comfort myself in my heart, thinking that I can only contribute to the glory of lapd.

Tom Williams' eyes flashed, and he said sarcastically: "Sure enough, there is something wrong with the CIA bunch of bastards. No wonder they don't want us to intervene, and they only dare to let those scumbags from the FBI wipe their butts..."

At this time, Dean Dyson came over. He was holding a tablet in his hand. He glanced at Locke and said, "Emily found the deceased's information!"