North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

After washing, Locke took a bottle of Budlight beer and stood on the balcony to dry his hair.

After drinking the beer, he returned to the room, closed the curtains, and began to disguise himself according to the appearance of an Asian in Gran's apartment.

He had just gone to the balcony to see if anyone was spying on him. Tom Williams' surveillance last time had left a shadow on him, and he was hesitant to change to a room that was less likely to be monitored.

I didn't expect that Tom Williams had such an emotional side. It was obvious that after knowing the true identity of Hader Thomas, Tom Williams became less interested in the case, and then he said something incomprehensible.

Also, Ferland Alphonse is a heinous piece of trash, so who is the person who killed him?

Naturally, he is a hero who eliminates harm for the people. So what's the point of continuing to investigate this case? Do we really want to find the killer?

That's why he said justice is a piece of shit.

The poor guy must have seen too many dark things, so he became cynical and venomous, turning himself into a disgusting person.

Half an hour later, a young Asian man wearing myopia glasses and a gray hoodie walked out of Gran's apartment.

Locke walked along the road for a while and finally selected an old Ford Focus. With his L4 car driving skills and L2 unlocking skills, this car was completely his, and he got into it effortlessly.

He is wearing a pair of imitation leather gloves on his hands. You can't spot them without looking carefully. Although the flexibility is not as good as latex gloves, latex gloves are too eye-catching.

Ten minutes later, Locke parked his car at the entrance of the Troff subway. He walked into the subway and changed clothes again in the subway bathroom. He still had an Asian face, but his clothes and glasses were changed.

This time, he wore a khaki casual suit and jeans. He also gained weight and wore a black Yankees baseball cap on his head.

He came out of another exit of the subway, picked up a gray Chevrolet Cruze, and then sped towards the east side of the San Gabriel Valley.

Yes, he was going to the Chinese District to buy things again tonight. Logically speaking, it would be best to change places, but he was confident in his disguise skills.

Locke was stimulated by the case during the day, and he suddenly realized that he seemed a little too stubborn.

He is no longer the cautious scavenger he used to be, but he has the blessing of the system.

In addition to enjoying a new life, he should do something more meaningful.

That killer should be a man of justice for heaven. Such people are called knights in China.

Killing a person in ten steps will never stop a thousand miles away.Flick off your clothes when it's over, and hide your merit and fame deeply.

If he knew what Hader Thomas, er, Ferland Alphonse had done, he would probably kill him, just like he killed Avadia before, because these guys are not worthy to continue. alive.

Thinking of this, Locke felt that his preparations were not enough. He still lacked an unregistered gun. Maybe he could also get an automatic rifle.

You also need to buy some medicines and cross-dressing equipment, such as at least five styles of clothes.

There are also wigs. It would be better if you can buy wigs.

Locke was very curious about the killer. Obviously, the killer first found the retired CIA scavenger and got the information about Ferland Alphonse from him.

So, will people continue to die next?

CIA's retired scavenger definitely has a lot of information in his mind.

As for the secret witnesses placed by the CIA in Los Angeles who are as heinous as Ferland Alphonse, he is definitely not the only one.

However, the CIA should not be stupid. With Ferland Alphonse dead, they should be alert and transfer other secret witnesses.

After arriving in the Chinese district, Locke parked his car on the side of the road. He took off his hat, stepped out of the car, and soon blended in with the Chinese people on the street.

Mixing in with people of the same ethnic group makes it easier to cross-dress, which is why he likes to come to San Gabriel.

Ten minutes later, Locke changed his face again. His face was sallow, and he smelled of cigarette smoke. He also changed his outfit. His whole temperament was completely different. He became fierce and fierce, and kept away from strangers.

After upgrading my makeup to L3 Master, I became more and more comfortable in cross-dressing, and my makeup became more exquisite.

Locke couldn't help but think of the name "doctor" in his mind. He wondered who was better, his disguise technique or the doctor's face-changing technique?

He followed the familiar route to the drugstore in the alley, Huatuo Drug Store, and walked straight in.

The same young Chinese man was guarding the counter last time. This time he was not playing with his mobile phone, but eating a late-night snack. The Colt m2000 was still in his hand.

He looked at Locke silently and asked in Chinese: "What do you want to buy?"

Locke wiped his nose and said in Japanese Chinese: "Propofol, etomidate, dexmedetomidine, midazolam, fentanyl..."

The Chinese young man was stunned for a moment, frowned and asked, "Japanese?"

He picked up the walkie-talkie and asked: "A Japanese came here to buy medicine. Do you want to sell it?"

Locke was startled for a moment, then reacted immediately. He couldn't laugh or cry in his heart. Damn it, why are you imitating a Japanese voice?

He didn't think of this at all. He simply wanted to change his tone. It seemed like he was about to overturn.

Soon a voice came from the intercom, "Tell him, it's three times the price, and if you don't buy it, get out!"

The Chinese young man picked up the Colt m2000 and stared at Locke with a stern expression, "You heard it, buy it or not, or get out if you don't buy it!"

Locke could only continue to pretend, looking humiliated, hesitant and nodded: "Buy..."

As he said that, he directly counted three thousand knives and put them on the counter.

The Chinese young man counted the money, then raised his finger and pointed upstairs, signaling Locke to go upstairs to get medicine.

But Locke stood still, and the Chinese young man frowned, "What else is there?"

Luo continued to reply in Japanese-Chinese: "I want to buy a gun!"

The Chinese young man's eyes turned cold for a moment, and he stared at Locke critically, "We don't sell this stuff here, hurry up and get the medicine and leave..."

Locke took out 500 knives and put them on the counter, looking at the Chinese young man with pleading eyes.

The Chinese young man hesitated for a moment, picked up the money, counted it out of habit, and said without raising his head: "Go out later, turn right and go straight. Go into the alley next to Chongqing Hot Pot. There is a Thai massage parlor. Look for it." Sister Feng, she said she was introduced by Huatuo Pharmacy..."

Locke bowed directly and thanked, "Arigado!"

After saying that, he walked towards the stairs.

"Wait a moment……"

Locke turned around and saw the Chinese young man staring at him coldly, waving the gun in his hand and warning: "If you dare to cause trouble in Chinatown..."

Locke immediately replied seriously: "My, understand, Arigado!"

Still at the stairwell of the fourth floor, Locke once again took two black bags from a Chinese aunt, but this time the Chinese aunt's face was not very good-looking. She didn't know if she knew he was Japanese.

After leaving the building where the drug store is located, Locke followed the guidance of the Chinese youth and came to the alley where the Thai massage parlor was. He did not go in immediately, but stood aside and observed for half an hour.

Compared with Huatuo Pharmacy, which has only one counter, Thai massage seems to be really Thai massage.

The guests coming in and out, as well as the female technicians wearing sexy clothes and heavy makeup behind the glass door, all prove that this is indeed a place for leisure and entertainment.

Locke couldn't help but suspect that the Chinese boy was deceiving him. He thought about it in his mind, assumed that there was an unexpected excuse, and then walked in.

"Boss, welcome to Pattaya..."