North America’s toughest police: starting with the Los Angeles Patrol

For a long time afterwards, Locke and David did not get over this police situation.

David was still shameless and made dirty jokes, “Boy, you should have encountered this kind of thing many times, right?”

“NO, NO, NO…”

Locke shook his head quickly, “I have never encountered it. I rarely eat seafood from women. They always eat my cigars. I have fingers enough…”

David looked unconvinced, “Come on, this is a conversation between men. I was young once, don’t pretend!”

“Really…”

Locke looked serious, his fingers moved flexibly like playing the piano, and the image of Jennifer Grey struggling and fluttering under his fingers like a mermaid washed ashore by the waves due to lack of oxygen appeared in his mind.

I stood up last week, so I have to make good arrangements this weekend to compensate this queen.

“Okay, okay, I believe you…”

David felt a little embarrassed, and then laughed: “That unlucky guy probably doesn’t want to eat seafood for a long time…”

“…”

Locke was speechless and didn’t want to continue this interesting topic. Seeing a Starbucks in front, he said: “David, I’ll buy you a coffee!”

Locke came out with two cups of coffee soon. The two rolled down the car windows and leaned on the car to enjoy coffee time.

Locke asked: “How do you plan this weekend?”

David drank his favorite iced American coffee with a comfortable look on his face, “Catherine has made an appointment with her friends to go camping in Wrightwood. I will go out to sea. This time I must catch the big guy last time…”

Locke’s heart moved, and he immediately had an idea about the weekend arrangement. Tomorrow he will go to Sam’s to look at the camping equipment.

He took a sip of coffee and said, “David, please teach me how to fish when you have time. I didn’t catch any fish when I went back to Lebec Farm last week. I was so embarrassed…”

“You are fishing with lures, right?”

David shook his head, “Lures are boring, and I’m not good at them. I only like sea fishing, which is more suitable for real men. Imagine a 30-foot fishing boat, in the vast ocean, competing with the big guys on the bottom of the sea, fighting wits and courage for several hours, or even longer…”

It must be said that “The Old Man and the Sea” is the Bible of many American men.

Locke was immediately moved by what he said. He is the King of the Sea, and he should really go fishing in the sea, not play river fishing with lures!

He said, “Then take me with you next time you go out to sea!”

“You…”

David stared at Locke for a few seconds, shook his head and said, “Forget it, you can’t play with us old men. Besides, we old men don’t like young men like you to get on the boat. You are impatient and impatient…”

Locke pouted and said, “The last time we didn’t catch that big guy, it was because you three are old men and don’t have the physical strength to fight it…”

From David, Locke knew that he often went out to sea to fish with three fishing friends, all of whom were about the same age as him.

David hesitated for a moment and nodded, “That makes sense. This time I’ll ask them if they are willing to accept you…”

“Zizi, the Silver Fox Supermarket on Alvarado Street called the police and said that they encountered zero-dollar shopping…”

Locke and David didn’t finish the coffee in their hands, so they turned their heads to look in the car to see if there were any colleagues who answered the call. If not, then they had to end their coffee time.

“Zizi, 7Adam9, copy…”

David breathed a sigh of relief, took a sip of coffee happily, and said with a smile: “It’s Mona and Weilun…”

Locke also took a sip and said with a smile: “It seems that I must treat them to a drink tonight!”

…

The next morning, Locke slept in for a rare time and got up at ten o’clock. Last night, he drank with Superintendent David Mona and others until 9 o’clock. He called an Uber to go home and had to go to the Sky Bar to pick up the car later.

He cooked a quick-frozen dumpling for himself. After eating, he washed and tidied up and prepared to go out.

Passing the entrance, looking at the handsome and unruly self in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, Locke couldn’t help but smile knowingly. He didn’t dare to think about such a day before. It was great.

But then he thought of the hidden danger of “Doctor”, and his smile instantly disappeared. He couldn’t relax completely.

I hope that the black braised egg will be more powerful this time. With Johnny Dyson as the line, if the “Doctor” runs away this time, the FBI will really be a waste.

Half an hour later, Locke arrived at the Sky Bar.

Fortunately, his F150 Raptor was intact. After all, it was near the police station, so the public security was guaranteed.

After picking up the car, he drove to the nearby Sam’s Club. When he arrived at the supermarket, he went directly to the outdoor area.

For him, who is an L1 in outdoor survival, he knows very well what kind of equipment is needed for ordinary outdoor camping, such as tents, water bags, canopies, outdoor chairs, shower tents, grills, camping lights, kettles, insect repellents…

After a round of shopping, Locke nodded with satisfaction.Wrong, they are all complete!

Locke just came to see if the equipment here is complete. If not, he can only go to Cabela’s (a chain store in the United States specializing in selling hunting, fishing, camping, and shooting related outdoor leisure products) which is farther away.

He has made an appointment with Sarah today to go to Mendes Repair Shop to replace the customized rear seats, and plans to come back to buy these things after the seats are replaced.

When Locke arrived at Mendes Repair Shop, he heard a sound of thunder and lightning from a distance. Victor, Reid, and Sarah were practicing shooting.

Fortunately, Mendes Repair Shop is located in a remote area, otherwise it would have been complained about long ago.

After Locke got off the car, he stood aside and observed for a while. Needless to say, they have made great progress.

Victor and Reid have basically practiced, with standard standing posture, stable hands, and fast shooting. Every shot can hit the target.

Sarah also shot well, and she can hit three out of five shots.

But looking at the layer of shells on the ground, I was relieved. The shooting skills are originally fed by bullets.

Victor put down the M1911A1 in his hand, walked over and bumped fists with Locke, “Leave it to me, it should be done in half an hour, you can guide Sarah, her accuracy is very poor…”

Colt M1911 A

Soon Victor and Ryder drove Locke’s Raptor into the repair shop.

“Hi, Locke…”

Sarah was wearing a protective earmuff, which looked a little cute. Like before, she was wearing a vest and hot pants, showing her youthful and hot figure.

She hung the earmuffs around her neck and greeted Locke coquettishly, with joy and shyness flashing in her eyes.

Locke walked over, picked up Victor’s gun, stepped back skillfully, checked the number of bullets in the magazine, and praised: “Well shot, great progress!”

He raised the gun, without even aiming, fired several shots, and emptied the bullets in one go.

There was an egg-sized dent in the center of the steel plate target 20 meters away. It was impossible for a 9mm bullet to penetrate the steel plate. This result was caused by Locke hitting the same position with every shot.

Sarah’s eyes were instantly filled with admiration, and she exclaimed: “Locke, you are so awesome!”

Even though she had seen Locke’s shooting skills last time, she was still shocked this time and felt her heartbeat accelerate.

Locke put down the M1911A1 and walked to Sarah’s side. He found that the gun in her hand had been replaced with a more compact Glock G19, which also had a micro-dot infrared sight.

Glock G19 with red dot sight

He walked behind Sarah and hugged her from behind, just like last time, then wrapped his hands around hers, held the gun, and gentlemanly didn’t stick to her.

Sniffing the youthful scent of the girl, he suppressed his desire and taught her seriously: “Relax your body and stay focused. The only trick to a pistol is to make your eyes, the sight and the target in a straight line. But for novices, you don’t need to aim. Just remember to shoot the bullets out of the gun quickly and pull the trigger…”

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

Every time Sarah fired a shot, her body trembled, getting closer and closer to Locke, and finally her buttocks were directly against Locke, and the vibration was transmitted from her buttocks to Locke.

How could Locke bear such a teasing? He loaded the gun in an instant and was clamped. He immediately felt that the two buttocks were as soft as cheese.