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

On the rooftop, Tom Williams stood on the edge of the balcony, looking up at the West Vidal Building opposite, with a sour face.

I don’t know if it was because the case had reached a dead end again, or because Locke rejected him again.

Next to him, William Worrell was leading Catherine Murphy and other forensic personnel to sweep the floor.

Uh, sweeping fingerprints and various traces.

Jimmy stared at the scratches on the edge of the fence, then looked up at the hanging basket on the outer wall of the West Vidal Building, cursing: “Fuck, it really came down from above!”

Sophia rolled her eyes and ignored the idiot, but looked at Tom Williams worriedly, inexplicably worried that he would jump down, and she didn’t know why she had this idea.

At this time, Dean Dyson came over and said seriously, “The security guard said that he did see someone wearing an orange cleaner’s uniform in the parking lot yesterday morning, but the parking lot’s surveillance was broken yesterday…”

A picture immediately appeared in Sophia’s mind. Two people in orange cleaner’s uniforms slowly descended from the opposite West Vidal Building to this building, and a person in the same clothes was here to meet them.

On the street outside the West Vidal Building, SWAT and LAPD arrived downstairs one after another, and the police hurried to the roof.

Here, three cleaners unhurriedly pushed the tool cart with the body hidden in it to the parking lot, loaded the tools and the body into the car and left, and by the way, they also destroyed the parking lot’s surveillance.

After the van with the cleaning company logo merged into the main road, the license plate, vehicle paint, and body color all changed.

It was impossible to find it at all.

Sophia felt desperate in her heart. This was the first time she had encountered such an opponent.

Tom Williams seemed to have guessed that this would be the result, and snorted coldly: “No wonder that guy didn’t even come to take a look…”

Knowing that finding the car is like looking for a needle in a haystack, he still had to find it.

Tom Williams ordered: “Take back all the video surveillance of the nearby streets, and take the security guard back to make a portrait…”

He stared coldly at the West Vidal Building opposite, where there should be someone controlling the crane to return to its position.

“Let’s go and take a look across the street…”

…

Although he pointed out a new investigation clue to the Detective Bureau, Locke did not go over to join in the fun. He was still very confident in his colleague, who was a team.

Unlike before, he was mostly alone, and the organization would at most arrange a sentinel for him.

There was no trace left on the West Vidal Building side, and it was even more impossible to leave a tail there.

At most, there was a trace of the landing of the hanging basket. After all, it was impossible to leave no trace of such a heavy thing.

Locke was about to go home directly when the phone rang suddenly. It was Hei Lu Dan calling.

“Locke, is it convenient for us to meet?”

“…”

Locke subconsciously looked at the rearview mirror and asked, “Are you also at the West Vidal Building?”

Detective Hunter replied, “No, but an FBI guy saw you and Tom Williams together…”

Locke thought for a moment and said, “Macy’s parking lot…”

Half an hour later, a black Escalade stopped next to the Mercedes-Benz G55. Detective Henry lowered the window of the co-pilot seat and looked at Locke. After the two looked at each other, they opened the door at the same time and walked to the back seat of the Escalade.

Locke glanced at the swollen left face of Inspector Hunter and asked, “Does your car have bulletproof glass?”

Inspector Hunter touched his face and said, “Except for President No. 1, no car’s bulletproof glass can withstand the Barrett M82…”

He snorted coldly, “Just acting, why did you hit me so hard?”

Locke said lightly, “I’m not acting, I really want to hit you…”

“…”

Inspector Hunter stared at Locke in a daze, “Okay, I apologize for what happened yesterday. Neither I nor the FBI want to see such an accident.”

Locke said coldly, “You said it was a trivial accident. I almost died yesterday!”

Inspector Hunter said expressionlessly, “Locke, you have to believe that we don’t want such a thing to happen. We can only say that the ‘doctor’ is too cunning and we were all fooled by him…”

Locke said unhappily, “It’s you. The Chinese knew this more than a thousand years ago. Do you want me to tell you a Chinese fable called “Looking for the Sword on the Boat”. Once upon a time, a man lost his sword while on a boat, so he carved a mark on the boat, hoping to salvage it when the boat reached shallow water…” After telling the story, he said in a deep voice: “Last time you used ‘Buffalo’ Harry Beilein to capture ‘The Doctor’, and you almost succeeded. Do you think the other party will not investigate and reflect on this afterwards? You actually hope to capture him with the same method. You have captured him for 8 years., so far, I haven’t even caught a hair on his body. Do you think he will be as stupid as you…”

“…”

Detective Hunter was so upset by Locke’s criticism that he looked unhappy. Although it was not obvious because of his skin color, he was very unhappy.

He stared at Locke coldly and said in a deep voice: “Locke, I think you are becoming less and less respectful to me!”

Locke stared at the black-salted egg and retorted: “Do you think you or the FBI deserve my respect?”

The atmosphere in the car became tense in an instant, and the two of them confronted each other and refused to give in.

Detective Hunter turned his head and looked forward, brushing off the non-existent dust on his thighs, “Locke, I thought we had reached a consensus…”

Locke naturally knew what he meant, and a sneer came out of his mouth, “Do you think my life is only worth 1 million? Uh, taxes have to be deducted, and our family is not short of these hundreds of thousands…”

Detective Hunter raised his eyebrows and stared at Locke with scrutiny, “What else do you want? ”

Locke showed his true colors and said with a determined look: “The FBI needs to disclose all the information about the ‘doctor’ and all the plans and progress about the ‘doctor’ to me…”

“This is impossible…”

Detective Hunter refused without even thinking, “Locke, you should know that this is not in accordance with the procedure, you have no right to know this…”

Locke shrugged and spread his hands, smiling calmly: “Very good, then we have nothing to talk about. I have no right or obligation to continue working for the FBI. This is not in accordance with the procedures of the LAPD. The top brass of the LAPD is very dissatisfied with my role as an advisor to the FBI. The big guys of the Police Commission reminded me in person yesterday. I believe that with the FBI’s great power, you should all know what happened in the conference room yesterday…”

Detective Hunter frowned, “Why do you want to know this?”

Locke snorted coldly: “I don’t want to know either, but I’m fucking involved in this matter. Once the ‘doctor’ knows my existence, do you think my family and I will still be able to survive? Don’t tell me that you will keep it a secret. You have no credibility with me! ”

He tempted, “I also want to know more about the ‘doctor’ so that I can reverse his plastic surgery plan with a higher accuracy rate. You have arrested him for 8 years, don’t you want to catch him earlier?”