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

Detective Bureau, Robbery and Murder Division.

Tom Williams looked at Locke who suddenly came to visit, and subconsciously said, “Hey, isn’t this our brave and fearless Detective Locke? How come you have time to come to the Detective Bureau? Have you changed your mind? Sofia, quickly arrange a position for Locke…”

Locke raised his eyebrows and sneered, “I remember you lost the bet last time!”

He turned to look at Sofia and Dean Dyson who were eating melons next to him, and asked, “Detective Sofia, has Captain Tom lost his memory?”

Tom Williams’ expression froze for a moment. He lost the bet last time, and the bet was to maintain enough respect for Locke, which was actually more difficult than killing him.

“Puff!”

An old Mexican man next to him spit out a mouthful of coffee and looked at Locke in disbelief. It was the first time he saw someone dare to confront Tom Williams in the Detective Bureau.

The old man had gray hair and a vigorous look. He turned to Jimmy, a black man next to him, and asked, “Is this the one, the rookie patrolman who said he wanted to surpass Tom?”

“Yes, that’s him…”

Jimmy looked at Locke expressionlessly. As he learned more and more about Locke, he no longer dared to be as ignorant as before.

The old man wiped his mouth and stood up and walked towards Locke. He stretched out his hand, “Henry Carl, Tom’s deputy captain, Locke, welcome to join our team…”

“Deputy Captain Henry, you misunderstood, I came to see Captain Tom for something…”

Locke was a little speechless, and didn’t say much. He said directly to Tom Williams, “Captain Tom, I want to see the investigation report on the roof of the West Vidal Building…”

As soon as Locke finished speaking, everyone in the office looked at him in astonishment, as if he was looking at a fool.

Black Jimmy smiled sarcastically and subconsciously wanted to speak sarcastically, but he finally held it back.

Sophia and Dean Dyson looked at each other and looked at Tom Williams, expecting his reply.

Tom Williams looked at Locke with a playful look on his face and said with a smile: “It seems that our detective Locke has no confidence in us and wants to investigate personally…” He touched his chin and said: “You should have some information that we don’t know. Can you reveal a little? In this way, I can evaluate whether it is worth exchanging with you…” Locke glanced at everyone in the office and said three letters, “FBI…” “Good!” Tom Williams snapped his fingers and stood up and walked towards his office. Locke nodded to Henry Carl and others and followed him to Tom Williams’ office. In the office, Locke finished reading the on-site investigation report. The roof of the West Vidal Building was indeed very clean. Except for a little gunpowder residue on the outside of the balcony, there were no shells, footprints, or bloodstains. It was indeed cleaned by a professional scavenger. To be able to handle all this in such a short time, the other party must be a veteran! Was the body also dissolved? Locke asked, “What are the results of the video around the West Vidal Building?”

Tom Williams shrugged and shook his head, “No, nothing unusual was found…”

He stared at Locke and asked meaningfully, “Are you sure the gunman is really dead?”

Locke nodded, “Sure, I heard the SWAT observer say it myself…”

He asked again, “What about the video of the West Vidal Building?”

Tom Williams raised his eyebrows, and stared at Locke without saying anything.

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Locke was speechless. Damn, this guy won’t release the eagle until he sees the rabbit.

He said, “The FBI suspects that the gunman was arranged by the ‘doctor’ and has nothing to do with the Copernicus Organization!”

Tom Williams’ eyes lit up and he clapped his hands, “I said it! How could Johnny Dyson calculate that he would be stopped there! What else?”

This time it was Locke’s turn to stare at Tom Williams.

Tom Williams snorted coldly: “You really don’t want to suffer any loss? Has anyone told you that young people should not be too fussy, and it is a blessing to suffer a loss…” Locke was stunned for a moment. Is there such a saying in the United States? He shrugged, “I learned it from you…” Tom Williams rolled his eyes and shouted to the outside: “Sophia…” After Sophia came in, her eyes curiously patrolled Locke and Tom Williams, as if she wanted to see if the two had a fight. Tom Williams said unhappily: “Turn up the video of the West Vidal Building for him…” Sophia immediately took the tablet from Tom Williams’ desk, turned up the video material and handed it to Locke. The reason why Locke wanted to watch the video was to find the scavenger. For his kind, he has an innate advantage that the people in the detective bureau do not have. This is just like computer programmers can often find their kind at a glance. Because programmersMost of the clothes and temperament are the same.

The same is true for scavengers. Because of their work, their clothes and temperament are also unique. In order to remove traces at the scene, various chemicals are indispensable, so they at least have a bag or box on them.

While watching the video, Locke said, “This gunman was arranged by the ‘doctor’. The ‘doctor’ is best at changing the appearance of wanted criminals and helping them escape. Therefore, this gunman is most likely a wanted criminal, and a sniper, a sniper who is more powerful than the sharpshooter of SWAT. Such a sniper is definitely not an unknown person. Well, the ‘doctor’ doesn’t seem to help unknown people…” Tom Williams stood up and turned to Sofia and yelled, “Sniper, wanted criminal, suddenly disappeared. Search according to these three keywords. If you can’t find the person, your vacation this year will be ruined…” Sofia shrugged at Locke, turned around and slipped out of the office, and then repeated Tom Williams’ words loudly outside, and the office instantly became restless. Tom Williams glanced at Locke, who was concentrating on watching the video, and said, touching his chin, “I see. No wonder he cleaned up the scene as soon as possible. He didn’t want the gunman’s body to be discovered…”

Locke paused and replayed the video at eight times the speed, especially focusing on the video from the time he fired the gun to the time when SWAT and LAPD entered the West Vidal Building.

The scavenger never acts alone. In order to ensure that the scavenger can devote himself to the work, a sentinel point will be specially assigned.

Once an accident is discovered, the sentinel point will notify the scavenger to evacuate as soon as possible.

Locke watched the video three times, but he didn’t find the scavenger or the sentinel point, so he could only return the tablet to Tom Williams.

The sentinel point did not appear in the surveillance range. Could it be that he was with the scavenger and on the top floor?

Tom Williams asked, “Did you find anything?”

“No…”

Locke shook his head, “I want to see Johnny Dyson’s car…”

Tom Williams raised his eyebrows and said mercilessly, “I thought our deal was over!”

Locke was speechless, “Captain Tom, has anyone told you not to be too calculative…”

Tom Williams’ expression froze, and he waved his hand impatiently, “OK, let Sophia take you to see it!”

In the parking lot, Sophia said puzzledly, “The forensics department has checked this car once, and there is no useful information, only the fingerprints of Johnny Dyson and Carl Rip. Uh, this car is also an arsenal, with more than ten pieces of various guns, grenades and rocket launchers…”

Locke wore latex gloves, opened the back door of the Chevrolet Trailblazer, checked the back of the front seat, and found that there was not even a bullet hole.

He laid the back seat down again, and immediately found the bullet hole on the backrest and the bulletproof steel plate inside, and was instantly relieved.

He just wanted to find out why Johnny Dyson didn’t hit any of his shots. If he didn’t find out, he would doubt his shooting skills.

At this time, Sophia handed over the vehicle’s forensic report. After Locke read it, his eyes froze.