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“biu…”

“biu…”

“biu…”

“biu…”

Glock G19 suddenly appeared in Locke’s hand. He waved the gun in his hand and fired four shots in an instant.

Three shots hit the big head, one shot hit the small head, startling the birds roosting in the deep forest.

Three figures fell to the ground, one figure curled up on the ground with his crotch covered, and wailed miserably, “Fuck, my dick…”

He had been waiting for more than an hour, how could he have the patience to listen to this idiot’s chatter.

Locke stood up and slowly walked towards the cream boy who was curled up on the ground and wailing.

The cream boy heard Locke’s footsteps and subconsciously raised the SIG Sauer P320 in his hand to fight back, but Locke’s Glock G19 was already pointed at his forehead.

SIG Sauer P320

He looked up at Locke, his face pale, his expression distorted by pain, and tactfully dropped the SIG Sauer P320 in his hand, begging: “Please, don’t kill me, don’t kill me, we just want to play a joke on you…”

Locke was not angry when he heard that this idiot still wanted to deceive him. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. L3’s shooting skills were awesome. He could shoot wherever he pointed. This shot should have directly uprooted it.

The crotch of the cream boy was already bloody, with a bloody hole in the middle. Next to his feet, a testicle fell out of his pants.

Locke stepped on it, and it burst with a “poof” sound. He apologized, “I’m sorry, I didn’t see it. Fortunately, you still have one. I’m sorry, I missed it. I wanted to hit your head, but I didn’t expect to hit here…” The cream boy was originally staring at the egg under Locke’s feet angrily. Hearing his words, he trembled in fear and knelt on the ground. His face was covered with tears and snot, and he was not as handsome as before. “Please, don’t kill me, it’s just a joke…” Locke nodded and said, “Okay, since it’s a misunderstanding, then you should go to the hospital quickly. Your brother may be sewn back…” The cream boy looked at Locke in disbelief. Locke waved the G19 in his hand, signaling him to get out quickly. The cream boy’s eyes shrank, and he endured the severe pain. He held his crotch with one hand and crawled on the ground with the other hand. He turned around and ran towards the entrance, fearing that Locke would shoot him from behind. Locke watched the cream boy fleeing in panic, and an idiom flashed in his mind, “a dog without a home”, which was too vivid. He thought to himself that this guy should be able to escape to the hospital. He really didn’t want him to die.

Damn, if you want to fuck his ass, go to prison and get fucked every day!

That’s right, Locke deliberately spared the life of the pretty boy. His cock was smashed and he became a real woman. He should be very popular in prison.

Moreover, they have to have someone alive to confess their crimes.

What a lucky guy!

Locke turned around and went back to the car. When he passed by the brown bear Carl, he found that the guy’s body was still twitching. He had a wish that had not been fulfilled!

He couldn’t help but regret not letting him finish his words.

Locke returned to the car and knocked on the glass, “Didn’t you say you haven’t seen the bodies of people who died from gunshot wounds? You can come out and take a look. They are all still warm, and one is still twitching…”

Jennifer Gray pushed open the car door and asked in disbelief, “Is it done so quickly?”

Locke couldn’t help but pinch her face again, “Don’t mention the word fast in front of me…”

For some reason, he found that he really liked to pinch Jennifer’s cold and queenly face, and there was an inexplicable pleasure.

Seeing Jennifer Gray staggering towards the twitching body, Locke also picked up the phone to call the police. As a great and glorious LAPD, he naturally didn’t need to do anything to destroy the body.

The call was quickly connected, “Detective Hunter, do you want credit?”

That’s right, Locke called the FBI directly, not the local police in Santa Barbara, mainly because it was troublesome.

These four people are criminals themselves. His killing this time is completely applicable to the law of non-retreat, and he is still a policeman, so there will be basically no problem.

However, even so, he still needs to go through a lot of judicial review procedures, and there is a high probability that he will need to go to court.

Because he is currently on vacation and cannot adapt to the internal review procedures of the LAPD.

If nothing unexpected happens, the case will be heard in Santa Barbara, and he will not have the time to come to attend various hearings.

So the easiest way is to hand the case over to the FBI, which has national law enforcement authority.

On the phone, Detective Hunter was confused for a while and asked, “Locke, what’s going on?”

Locke briefly talked about the case and said in a deep voice: “From the information obtained from the conversation between the four people, they have imprisoned and killed many people like this.Young women and their companions, and there may be survivors…”

“Wait, let me check…”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and half a minute later, Inspector Hunter’s voice came again, “There have been 56 missing cases in Gaviotas State Forest Park in the past five years, including 42 young missing persons aged between 16 and 30, 32 women, and 10 men…, Fuck, send me the address and photos of the suspects, and I will take people there as soon as possible…”

After hanging up the phone with Inspector Hunter, Locke breathed a sigh of relief, and the FBI would clean up the mess next.

He had already left the cream boy alive, so the next step should be simple, so he It’s not nonsense. The FBI came here to take credit.

As for whether the cream boy would destroy the evidence in advance and kill the imprisoned victim, he didn’t care.

He wouldn’t make the same mistake as last time. It was just a death, none of his business.

Between destroying the evidence and going to the hospital to save his brother, it depends on how he chooses.

After this matter was settled, Locke felt relieved, opened a beer, and walked to Jennifer Gray.

The woman was concentrating on examining the body of the brown bear Carl, not afraid at all, like a forensic doctor.

Check pupil changes, feel body temperature, check muscle elasticity…

Locke asked: “Why is this guy’s body still moving? Is he not dead?”

Jennifer Gray shook her head and said: “He is dead, dead completely. Your bullet went directly into the brain and turned his brain into a paste. He is now a normal nerve reaction, similar to a frog…”

Locke nodded and took a sip of beer, “That’s good, I thought this guy would become a zombie? ”

Jennifer Gray glared at Locke unhappily and said regretfully: “What a pity, if it was in the laboratory, I could get a lot of data. His kind of nerve reaction is not common in corpses…”

Then she reacted, “I’m not wearing gloves. Will it be troublesome to touch the corpse like this?”

Locke glanced at the corpse twitching and getting smaller on the ground, shrugged, “You are a doctor, and you want to make the last effort to see if you can save him, so you did some tests, which is reasonable!”

Jennifer Gray nodded and smiled: “Indeed, I’ll go and see the other corpses…”

Locke reminded: “That bamboo pole is a powder boy, you’d better not touch him…”

Jennifer Gray gave up decisively, “Forget it, without equipment and instruments, I can’t extract human tissue for experiments, so let it go! When will the police come?”

“I don’t know…”

Locke shook his head, “I didn’t call the police, I notified the FBI directly…”