North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Spike's expression froze for a moment, staring at Locke in disbelief, "You, how can you move?"

Locke ignored him and said to himself: "One day, Mr. Dongguo saved a wolf that was being hunted by a hunter. After the hunter left, the wolf wanted to eat Mr. Dongguo to fill its belly. Mr. Spike, what do you think we are now? Doesn’t it look like Mr. Dongguo and the wolf in this fable, uh, and Hao Jian and the old lady, hahaha, sorry, something went wrong..."

At the moment when Locke was laughing inexplicably, Spike suddenly raised his intact right hand and stabbed Locke in the neck. A 10 cm long short blade appeared in his hand.

But as soon as he sat up, he collapsed back onto the bed.

I tried again, but found that I couldn't move.

Locke had been watching Spike's performance quietly, and the situation between the two sides instantly reversed.

Deep down in his heart, he couldn't stop complaining. He was indeed a monster, and his physique was so awesome that he could actually sit up.

Damn it, I was searched before, but why is this guy still covered in needles and short blades? Could it be that he also has a space?

Spike finally lost his previous calmness at this moment. His face was fierce and he looked like a wolf that chooses people to eat. He stared at Locke fiercely and asked, "What did you do to me?"

Locke smiled and said: "I am a doctor after all. How can I let the patient operate without anesthesia? So, when I just opened the abdomen, I gave you a little anesthetic..."

When his hands were sorting out the intestines in Spike's stomach, he released the anesthetic. At that time, Spike was in a state of nervous disorder due to pain and did not notice it.

It's awesome to have storage space, it can kill people invisible.

Spike stared at Locke coldly, his expression slowly regaining his composure, "Okay, 'Doctor', you win, I agree to your recruitment, but I can only serve you for one year, I have my own business... …”

Locke was not in a hurry to clarify and was happy to be misunderstood. Whether Spike was being conceited or trying to buy time to wait for anesthesia before he could laugh, he had already made up his mind.

The story had already been told, how could he let the wolf live?

He turned his hand, and a prepared Veritaserum appeared in his hand and was inserted directly into Spike's thigh.

Locke smiled and said: "Mr. Spike, please introduce yourself. As you said, I don't know you. Now we can get to know each other a little bit. Maybe I can fund your career?"

Spike stared at Locke blankly, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he asked: "What did you hit me?"

Locke spread his hands and said frankly: "The anesthetic before was just to relieve your pain. In view of your hostility just now, in order to ensure my safety, the dose had to be increased. Can you understand?"

He walked to the living room and moved the chair where Tom Williams sat during the day. After sitting down, he urged: "Mr. Spike, uh, this shouldn't be your real name, but that's not the point. Come on. Let’s get started, we don’t have enough time, we have to move later!”

If Spike knew Chinese, the words "people have to bow their heads under the eaves" should have flashed through his mind at this moment.

Well, in other words, it is more appropriate to say that people are like knives and fish, while others are like fish and meat.

He stared at the back of Locke's hand and asked coldly: "Why is the flying needle ineffective on you?"

This magical skill of blowing needles, which was improved upon by his tribe, is the hidden skill for which he is famous. It has never been exposed to others, and he has never failed.

Locke shook the flying needle on the back of his hand and said with a smile: "So it's called the flying needle. It's awesome!"

Two corpses flashed through his mind, one was the retired CIA scavenger, and the other was Ferland Alphonse who was tied to a chair. The latter was probably tied to cover up.

Locke rolled up his sleeves and pulled the zipper on his wrist, "It's simple, because I wore gloves, your flying needle didn't pierce my skin..."

It was indeed a fluke, but if it weren't for this pair of gloves, how could he have opened his abdomen and removed his intestines directly without wearing latex gloves?

Spike stared blankly at the human-leather gloves on Locke's hands. He actually didn't notice that this guy was wearing gloves. It was probably because the previous breakout was too energy-consuming and injured, which led to his weakened observation ability.

It turned out that the anesthesia of the flying needle was not ineffective. He felt confident again and next time he would just need to shoot the skin.

He pondered for a moment and said slowly: "My original name is indeed not Spike. It seems to be Tuva or Siwa. It has been too long and I have forgotten it. However, Spike is indeed one of my names. I was born in A tribe in northern Cameroon, Africa. Although I have many names, my code name in CIA is only one..."

As a member of the Dark World, he trusts his own judgment, so he has determined that Locke is the "doctor".

He is good at disguise and has superb medical skills. Apart from "doctor", there is no other person in the dark world.

He has no conflict of interest with "Doctor". He has also heard about "Doctor's" work style and likes to recruit extremely vicious people to create chaos, so he firmly believes that "Doctor" saved him just to recruit him.

After his logic became self-consistent, his inner vigilance gradually relaxed.

Because he knows that the "doctor" will not kill him, but needs him to serve him.

He is valuable only when he is alive, so he wants to reveal a little truth and gain the trust of the "doctor".

He didn't want to but his mouth became looser and looser, and he followed the words and told all his resume and background.

Without realizing it, the "trust" that arose spontaneously in his heart was due to the effect of the Veritaserum that Locke injected just now.

Locke had already taken out a recording pen from the storage space. Although his mental attribute was already 11, he was a top student, and his memory was outstanding, he knew that a good memory is not as good as a bad writing.

Anyway, there is storage space, so you don’t have to worry about losing the recorder.

Listening to Spike's story, Locke's expression became more and more serious, as if he had heard something extraordinary.

At first, he just wanted to dig out from Spike's mouth the CIA's secret witness information in Los Angeles that he obtained from the retired scavenger, so that he could then be free to be a real knight who did justice for God.

According to Spike, he was born in a tribe in Cameroon, Africa. Because of his extraordinary talent and physical fitness that was better than his peers, he was abducted by the CIA when he was 8 years old and sent to Botswana in northern South Africa.

In Botswana, CIA has a secret training camp where thousands of high-quality children like him are gathered from all over Africa.

In this training camp, all African children receive modern education, various military training, various agent skills, and the customs of various African tribes.

Watch American TV programs every night, cultivate the American dream, and brainwash people to serve the United States.

Fifteen years later, he was the only one left in the training camp.

From then on, he had a code name, Sahara.

However, the training camp was also closed for the disintegration of the Soviet Union. This was one of the CIA's many secret plans to compete with the Soviet Union, called the Raindrop Project.

Raindrops fall to the ground, soak into the ground, or merge into rivers, eventually disappearing without a trace.

So the CIA formulated this plan to select children with excellent physical and mental abilities from different races and races, and through cruel elimination round by round, cultivate the most powerful super agent by raising gu.

Relying on the agent's innate advantages in skin color and race, he engaged in espionage activities in the region.

Locke felt something familiar at first glance, and almost thought that the organization he worked for in his previous life was the CIA, but he rejected this idea in a flash.

Although the organization he belongs to is also mysterious and powerful, cruel and cold-blooded, and it also uses a cruel selection system to obtain talents, it is still different from the CIA's completely inhumane approach.

Like, he survived and graduated.

From Spike's mouth, Locke knew that he was involved in most of the turmoil in Africa, and he was also the supporter behind the rebels in various regions.

However, as his experience grew, Spike's ambition and desire for power grew, and he was no longer satisfied with just inciting the rebels to provoke disputes.

He wanted to come to the fore, take charge of power and the army, and become the true King of Africa.