North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Looking at the white area in front of him, Locke was startled. Could it be that this is really just a massage place?

A female technician with bare breasts came up to her and asked in Chinese with a local accent that she didn't know: "Boss, is this your first time here? Is there any technician you are familiar with? What do you think of me?"

Locke continued to say in Japanese-Chinese: "I'm here to see Miss Feng..."

Now that this image has been remembered by others, he plans to continue to shape this Japanese identity, maybe one day he will use it.

The smile on the female technician's face disappeared instantly, "You're looking for Sister Feng, I'll take you there!"

Locke followed the female technician, twisting and turning, to the door of a room. The female technician knocked on the door, "Sister Feng, I have a customer for you..."

A clear voice came from the room, "Did he introduce you?"

The female technician turned to look at Locke, her eyes scrutinizing, and Locke quickly replied: "Huatuo Pharmacy!"

"Let him in!"

The female technician opened the door and motioned for Locke to go in. After Locke entered, she closed the door and left.

In the room, Locke saw a woman in her 30s sitting with her legs crossed next to a massage table, reading a fashion magazine. Although she was dressed like a female technician, her breasts were not exposed and she did not wear thick makeup. makeup.

Although Sister Feng is not beautiful, she is not ugly either. She looks very upright and looks like an ordinary housewife.

She was also looking at Locke and said with a smile: "Don't worry, since it was introduced by Song Qing, I will definitely give you a discount..."

It turns out that the young Chinese man in the drugstore is named Song Qing.

Locke hurriedly said: "Thank you!"

Sister Feng was stunned for a moment and asked: "Are you Korean or Japanese? You speak Chinese well!"

Locke bowed and said: "Agarido, I am Japanese..."

Sister Feng curled her lips and her attitude changed instantly, "It turns out they are Japanese soldiers. What kind of gun do you want?"

Locke thought for a moment, and it seemed that someone had mentioned a gun to him, and replied: "Do you have a Sig Sauer P320?"

Sister Feng frowned, apparently because she thought the gun was too cheap, and replied: "Yes, it's 500 US dollars..."

As she spoke, she pulled out a large drawer from under the grinder, which contained more than a dozen pistols of various models.

There are Glock g17, Ruger p85, Beretta 92f and Colt m2000, basically all well-known brands.

She took out a Sig Sauer P320 and handed it to Locke, "It's very clean, the barrel is brand new..."

Locke took the gun, weighed it and knew that there was no bullet in the gun. He fiddled with it and quickly disassembled the gun. He took a look at the barrel and found that it was indeed new. He sniffed it twice more and found that there was gunpowder. The smell, but it should be traces of a test gun.

At first glance, you can tell that the barrel was made by a small workshop, and the workmanship is a bit rough.

But he had to say against his will: "Nice craftsmanship!"

Locke started to assemble again, and it was assembled in less than ten seconds. He pulled the trigger, listened to the sound, and nodded: "No problem, I want this, and this..."

Sister Feng stared at Locke blankly, shocked by his quick release and quick attachment. When she heard that he wanted to buy two more, she asked in a voice, "What do you want to do?"

Locke's eyes turned cold, a murderous aura arose spontaneously, and he asked: "Can I only buy one?"

Sister Feng immediately shut up knowingly, realizing that she had made a mistake, and hurriedly took out the Beretta 92f and Colt m2000 that Locke had ordered.

After checking them one by one, Locke bought a few more boxes of ammunition and spare magazines. After paying three thousand dollars, he said, "Any more is a tip, Agarido!"

As soon as he left the room, Sister Feng made a phone call and asked, "Song Qing, who is the background of the Japanese guy you introduced?"

The person on the phone asked: "What? Has he caused trouble?"

Sister Feng glanced at the three thousand knives in her hand and replied: "No, very generous, but he seems to be a ruthless character, and he uses the gun too smoothly..."

The tone on the phone slowed down, "We don't care if he is a ruthless person, as long as he doesn't cause trouble in Chinatown! We are just selling things, no matter what he wants to do?"

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After leaving the Thai massage parlor, Locke found a restroom and filled the three guns and spare magazines with bullets, then put them all into the storage space. He instantly felt a little safer.

After a while, I dressed up again and went shopping to buy some different styles of clothing.

To his surprise, he actually found a wig shop in Chinatown. Unfortunately, the styles of men's wigs were limited, and they were all for black hair. Most of them were designed for bald people.

There were many choices for women's wigs, with different colors and hairstyles. He finally chose a few women's wigs and planned to go back and change them himself.

When Locke left, the boss looked at him suddenly with fierce eyes, and enthusiastically sent him to the door, saying that he would communicate more in the future.

He was stunned for a moment before he reacted, and he felt extremely sick.

Damn, what are you looking at? I'm 1.9 meters tall and 100kg in size. How can I be able to dress like a woman? You're a pervert.

There are too many perverts in America.

Locke originally planned to have a Chinese late-night snack before leaving, but he was disgusted by the look in his boss's eyes just now and was completely out of mood.

After finding the Cruze, we quickly drove out of the San Gabriel Valley.

On the way back, Locke slowly calmed down. Thinking about tonight's big purchase, he felt more and more confident. When he found a suitable target, he might also try to be a knight on behalf of heaven.

Unconsciously, Locke drove the car to Sunset Avenue. He felt that with his current comprehensive strength, he would definitely get S-level treatment when he returned to the organization.

Although Avadia was successfully killed last time, there were too many accidents.

He knew very well that the killer sneaked in to kill people alone, and then wiped out the traces quietly. How awesome this series of actions was.

On the street of No. 18 Sunset Avenue, Locke stopped the car, looked at the house surrounded by police tape, and began to think about it in his mind.

If it were him, how would he sneak in and kill people?

First of all, vehicles would not stop so close. Secondly, there must be chemicals, brushes, towels and other items to remove traces, so the killer must be carrying a backpack.

Entering the villa, he will immediately control Ferland Alphonse...

Then the killer must have observed Ferland Alphonse's routine and made sure he was the only one in the villa. So the killer must have been observing this street for a long time the day before yesterday.

If you want to observe and follow for a long time, the best place is naturally in the car.

Locke subconsciously looked in the rearview mirror and observed the cars parked on both sides of the road. Suddenly, his expression condensed. There was a car with people more than ten meters behind him on the right side.

He tensed up, immediately put the car in gear and left. Unexpectedly, the car immediately started to follow. It was a black Saber.

Locke immediately thought of Cia. Damn it, Cia is not stupid. She knew she would come here at night to keep an eye on her.

Knowing that there was CIA behind him, Locke didn't panic at all, but was a little excited.

Regarding L4's driving skills, CIA wanted to catch him unless the roads were blocked in advance.

Damn, these bastards are not stupid. They probably want to wait and bet on whether the killer will come back to the scene again, thinking that he is the killer.

At an intersection, Locke stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, drifted around the corner, and quickly turned into another road. The Saberban was no longer behind the car.

Just as he was about to drive to the Tlov subway station to change trains, intensive gunfire suddenly came from in front of him.