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After washing up, Locke lay on the bed, thinking about the shocked expressions of the whole family after he just finished telling his experience during the day, and a smile could not help but overflow from the corners of his mouth.

Especially Jet and Hannah, the way they looked at him changed obviously, with a little more admiration and respect.

Thinking that although the attack caused the family to be frightened together, the relationship between the family members became more harmonious and condensed, and even his relationship with his younger brothers and sisters improved.

It can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

This time, Locke really understood what family is. Before, he always took it for granted that he didn’t want to bring trouble and danger to his family, and always maintained it carefully with guilt.

It turns out that real family is to face good and bad together. No wonder Marian was very unhappy with him saying sorry all the time before.

Family,

Together is family.

Locke secretly swore in his heart that since God gave him another chance, he would cherish it this time and would not let them have any accidents.

So, Locke did not rush to see the system’s reward, but sorted out his thoughts and began to review the things that happened during the day. There were some things that he didn’t understand during the day.

For example, how did Johnny Dyson escape from FBI surveillance and openly assassinate him and Anna Davis with a Barrett M82 across from the Wilshire Police Station?

The FBI was determined to catch the “doctor” through Johnny Dyson, and it was absolutely impossible for Johnny Dyson to escape from their sight.

Although he said that the FBI and Johnny Dyson were in the same group, this was just to throw dirty water on the FBI and let the LAPD take the initiative.

No matter how bold the FBI was, they would not dare to pretend not to see that Johnny Dyson was going to kill a police inspector with a deep background in the LAPD, and want to continue to play the long game.

The further information obtained from Anna Davis before also confirmed this.

In order to prove their innocence, the FBI directly shared the full audio and video information in the Ford Taurus when the two FBI agents were monitoring Johnny Dyson with the DHS (Department of Homeland Security) and LAPD.

The audio and video confirmed that Johnny Dyson was always in the sight of the two FBI agents.

In addition, the FBI firmly denied that there was anything wrong with the two FBI agents, and the recording did prove that there was nothing wrong with the two agents, so why were they silenced?

Also, was the last sniper really Johnny Dyson’s subordinate who arranged to pick him up?

How did the sniper know that Johnny Dyson would be stopped by the LAPD police car at that place?

Suddenly, Locke’s phone rang, and he took it and saw that it was a photo sent by Anna Davis.

Seeing that the photo was Johnny Dyson’s body, his heart skipped a beat, and he turned over and sat up, thinking that the forensic doctor had discovered something.

Damn, didn’t Spike brag that his medicine would naturally dissolve with human lactic acid?

“Ding!”

Just as Locke was thinking about countermeasures with a gloomy expression, Anna Davis sent another photo.

Locke was stunned instantly. There were actually two Johnny Dyson bodies, but one of them had its eyes smashed, but from the facial contours and nose and chin, the two people were really almost identical.

Well, to be precise, there are two Carl Ripps. The person Johnny Dyson had plastic surgery on is called Carl Ripp.

Locke understood instantly that Carl Ripp was also a member of the Copernicus organization. After Johnny Dyson asked the “doctor” to plastic surgery him into Carl Ripp, the original Carl Ripp was not cleared.

After plastic surgery into Carl Ripp, Johnny Dyson was equivalent to having an avatar.

Locke was relieved immediately. No wonder Johnny Dyson was always in the sight of the FBI.

Obviously, the FBI’s tracking had been discovered by Johnny Dyson a long time ago, and these two so-called Quantico FBI elites were fooled by Johnny Dyson.

Damn, this old cunt.

Yes, to be the boss of the largest white gang organization in Los Angeles, and to start getting involved in politics and participating in the white priority movement, how could he be an easy person to deal with!

Fortunately, he died.

Fortunately, this guy is a proud boy.

He was full of hatred for the LAPD, so he thought of killing them at their medal ceremony, wanting to rub the LAPD’s face under his feet and maximize the impact of the attack.

If this guy had killed Anna Davis and him separately, or their respective families, he might have succeeded.

Anna Davis sent another message to Locke, telling him that the body of another Carl Rip fell from the Chevrolet Trailblazer.

Locke had long recognized from the gunshot wound on his eye socket and nose that Carl Rip was the terrorist he killed who used a rocket launcher to blow up the LAPD to intercept the convoy.

Then Anna Davis againTell Locke that the medical examiner has completed the autopsy of the two Carl Ripps and confirmed that one of them had a recent facelift. After DNA monitoring, it was confirmed that he was Johnny Dyson, the boss of the Copernicus organization.

Carl Ripp died of a gunshot wound to the brain. The bullet passed through his eye socket and turned his brain into tofu.

Johnny Dyson died of sudden cardiac death caused by the severe pain after his thigh was run over by a car. The medical examiner looked through his medical history and found that he did have heart problems.

Well, what a coincidence!

Locke’s heart was instantly relieved, and he praised Spike again in his heart, “Spike is awesome!”

Anna Davis sent another message at the end, “Locke, you can sleep peacefully.”

Locke’s mouth curled up. Anna Davis, this woman, is worthy of being the leader of the second generation of the Thomas family.

But he said that sentence to her on purpose.

He was afraid that if there was an accident, Anna Davis would help him cover the bottom.

Did he hint at anything?

He hinted.

Did he admit anything?

No.

Locke ignored Anna Davis’ words and sent a message asking if the identity of the sniper had been found out.

Anna Davis’ reply made Locke’s heart, which had just been relieved, tighten.

“When SWAT rushed to the top of the building, there were no bodies, sniper rifles, bullets, bloodstains, or anything else. The scene had been “cleaned up” by professionals. Now the Detective Bureau is following up on the case and investigating the video surveillance around the building…”

So, the sniper was not from the Copernicus organization!

A third party was involved in the attack. Who could it be?

Why did they kill the FBI?

Locke naturally understood what Anna Davis meant by being “cleaned up” by professionals. This is his old business!

Locke asked, can I go to the scene to see?

Anna Davis asked back, do you think you can surpass Tom Williams now?

Locke understood immediately that the case was taken over by Tom Williams, so he replied directly with a good night.

Throwing his phone aside, Locke looked a little grim, because he had probably guessed who the third party was.

If he guessed correctly, it should be the elusive “doctor”!

He originally thought that with the death of Johnny Dyson, the hidden danger of his reverse deduction of the “doctor’s” plastic surgery techniques would disappear, but he didn’t expect that the “doctor” would be directly involved in the attack this time.

Just as he was thinking about the “doctor”, Locke’s phone rang. It was a WhatsApp video call from a real doctor.

“Dear, I’m glad you’re okay. Today, an injured police officer was sent to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center for amputation surgery. I saw the video on Facebook. OMG, this is crazy. This is Los Angeles…”

On the screen, Jennifer Grey was wearing a satin gold pajamas. You don’t need to look closely to know that there is nothing inside.

Locke looked at Jennifer, who was worried, and briefly told her what happened during the day. Jennifer covered her chest and was shocked, her eyes full of admiration.

Jennifer Grey looked at Locke with watery eyes, “Jesus, Locke, you are my hero, you saved Los Angeles, dear, I want to reward you!”

Locke was also somewhat tempted. He had experienced life and death during the day, and his nerves were always highly tense. It would be nice if he could vent.

He shrugged and said regretfully, “It’s not convenient for me to go out now…”

Jennifer Grey bit her lip and said seductively, “I heard that you can play games through video, and you can send me any instructions…”

Locke was startled, looking at Jennifer Grey who had begun to lift up her pajamas and make seductive gestures, and a certain skill in his mind was instantly activated.