North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Seeing that Tom Williams did not let Locke leave, Dean Dyson continued: "We all know that the identity of the deceased Hard Thomas is false. Emily just thought of a case, a first-level wanted case pursued by the FBI some time ago. It’s the crime of Harry Beilein, the boss of the Las Vegas Buffalo Gang. Someone in lapd used big data to compare Harry Beilein, who had undergone plastic surgery..."

When he said this, both Tom Williams and Sophia looked at Locke in unison.

Dean Dyson couldn't help but hesitated for a moment, then looked at Locke curiously and asked, "What's wrong?"

Tom Williams replied: "It's okay, you continue..."

Locke was already numb. Since they knew that he could read lips, they should also have a clear understanding of his role in the arrest of Harry Beilein.

He made up his mind that he would be a dog if he believed in the FBI again.

Dean Dyson clicked on the tablet in his hand and said: "So Emily also tried to restore the face of Hard Thomas, but she didn't expect that she would actually find it. In the system, this person was already dead. However, Whether it is this person or not depends on the final DNA comparison..."

With that said, he handed the tablet in his hand to Tom Williams.

Tom Williams stared at the tablet and slid his finger down again, showing a thoughtful look, "It's the usual operation of this bunch of bastards. Even this kind of scum has been saved. It seems that the murderer is a Robin Hood!"

His expression suddenly became cold and stern. Seeing Locke staring at the tablet in his hand curiously, he smiled lonely, "Want to see? Here, as a reward for the information you just shared, we are even!"

Dean Dyson frowned and wanted to stop it. This information was of a high level in the database, and Locke was not qualified to see it.

But in the end he just shrugged and said nothing.

"Thank you!"

Locke was indeed curious. He took the tablet and stared at the information on the screen. He glanced at ten lines and swiped his fingers to learn about the life of the deceased.

The man in the tablet is named Ferland Alphonse. He is already dead. He is the most famous pimp in Paris, France, and the boss of the largest human trafficking organization in Europe.

His organization specializes in luring young girls from Eastern Europe to prostitution in Paris and supplying these high-quality girls to wealthy politicians in Europe. As a result, he has built a huge network of contacts.

Sometimes, in order to serve customers with special requirements, he would also kidnap beautiful girls from different countries traveling to Paris from the streets of Paris.

All the girls who enter the Fairland Alphonse organization will be ransomed and taken away by the customer after serving the top customers.

If you are unlucky, you will be silenced if you encounter a shady customer.

There are also some who have not served the big shots and will be sent to the brothels on the streets of Paris to use their remaining heat and squeeze out the last drop of oil and water.

Because they were controlled by drugs for a long time, most of these prostitutes eventually became seriously ill. After death, they were sent directly to the crematorium and finally dumped into the Seine River.

It is conservatively estimated that the number of women who died in the Fairland Alphonse organization is at least 3000. Because it is impossible to count, this data will only become more terrifying.

Even though Locke lived in a gray world in his previous life and saw a lot of unscrupulous things, he still felt numb when he saw the sins of Ferland Alphonse.

This man's sins are simply too numerous to describe!

Information shows that Ferland Alphonse died during a chase by the French police. During the chase, his yacht exploded in the waters of Monaco, and his body was completely gone.

Obviously, this guy was rescued by CIA.

The CIA probably saved Ferland Alphonse because of the privacy he held in his hands.

Uh, maybe Ferlan Alphonse was a member of CIA from the beginning.

Locke calmed down and asked, "Are you sure that Harder Thomas is Fairland Alphonse?"

He had seen the body of Hard Thomas before. The body had its head lowered, and he did not see his face.

Tom Williams had regained his composure, stood up and said, "You can go take a look, after all you have experience in this field..."

Locke nodded, returned the tablet to Dean Dyson, and said to Sophia: "Please give me two pairs of gloves!"

Sofia was waiting to see the information on the tablet, but after hearing Locke's words, she had to turn around and ask for two pairs of latex gloves from the forensics officer, and also gave him a Honeywell N95 mask.

After giving Locke the gloves and mask, she was startled.

Why do I listen to this guy so much? Is it because he is handsome?

Locke put on his gloves and mask slowly, and then walked into the bedroom. The body of Hard Thomas had been removed from the wicker chair and was lying on a body bag.

Tom Williams watched Locke enter the bedroom with a suspicious expression, as if he had discovered something interesting.

Sophia took the tablet from Dean's hand and was about to read the information. Seeing his expression, she asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

Tom Williams touched his chin and said with a smile: "He just asked you to get two pairs of gloves, and he is not afraid of corpses at all, and he doesn't mind getting dirty. Don't you think this is interesting? He wouldn't be able to join LAPD. 8 months, just a rookie..."

Dean Dyson nodded and said: "It is indeed a bit of a boast. Only William can wear two pairs of gloves..."

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William Worrell was carefully observing the wounds on Hader Thomas's body, hoping to find any traces, and muttered in his mouth: "The blade is one inch wide, thick at the top and thin at the bottom, and there is a bleeding groove. What kind of dagger is this?" How can such a wound be formed?"

"Could it be a bayonet?"

William looked up and saw that it was Locke. He frowned subconsciously and wanted to ask him why he came in?

However, seeing that he was dressed neatly, and Captain Tom and others outside did not stop him, he swallowed his words and asked instead: "Are you studying forensic medicine?"

"no..."

Locke shook his head and squatted on the other side of the body. "Captain Tom suspected that the deceased had undergone plastic surgery. Let me come in and have a look. I am good at sketching and have some knowledge of human skulls..."

"Ah, have you had plastic surgery?"

William hurriedly looked at Hard Thomas's face. The bullet was shot from the bridge of his nose. The nose bones were broken, and his face was actually somewhat damaged.

Locke compared Hard Thomas's face with the photo of Fairland Alphonse he had just seen. The forehead was almost the same, and the ears, nose, etc. should all be shaved off.

He reached out and picked up a fragment of the nose bone and confirmed that the nose bone was chipped and not natural.

Locke handed the nose bone to William, nodded and said: "I've had plastic surgery, look..."

Now that his identity has been confirmed, Locke doesn't want to stay in this room any longer. He walks out of the bedroom, takes off his gloves, and nods to Tom Williams: "After plastic surgery, it is indeed Ferland Alphonse!"

Tom Williams looked calm and asked: "Locke, do you believe in justice?"

Locke was startled and couldn't figure out why he suddenly asked such a lofty question.

However, Tom Williams didn't seem to want him to answer, and said to himself: "Justice is a piece of shit, because it is given by those dogs..."

He stood up and patted Locke on the shoulder, "Remember what happened today, the justice we pursue is not necessarily justice!"

Locke watched Tom Williams go downstairs and turned to look at Sophia.

Sofia shrugged, "Just get used to it, that's just how he is. Occasionally he will say some incomprehensible things..."

Locke stared blankly at Tom Williams' figure disappearing around the corner, and suddenly felt that this guy didn't seem so disgusting.