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Before Locke and David approached the office, they heard a roar full of fuck.

“Your mother and I each worked three jobs, and our family moved away from that damn Compton…”

“Is this how you repay us?”

“Did I warn you not to associate with those bugs?”

“Fuck, you are a piece of trash who only deserves to live in Compton…”

“…”

“Dong…Dong…”

The door of the office was opened, and a middle-aged black man with an angry face appeared at the door. There was also a black woman wiping tears inside. Judging from the clothes of the two, the man should belong to the blue-collar class, and the woman’s job should be lower-end.

The black guy Jack Wallis seen in the previous video was sitting on a chair with his head down. When he saw Locke and David in police uniforms, his eyes shrank and his face showed fear, but he instantly returned to indifference.

“Mr. Wallis, we are from the Wilshire Police Department. My name is Locke, and this is my colleague David. Can we talk to Jack?”

Now, when the police go out, Locke basically comes forward, and David cooperates on the side.

The anger on Mr. Wallis’s face disappeared instantly, leaving only solemnity. He turned his head to look at his son and asked in a deep voice: “Do I need to call my lawyer?”

Locke looked at Jack Wallis, who looked cold and unruly, and said calmly: “We just ask a few simple questions, but if you want to call a lawyer, I can wait…”

Mr. Wallis hesitated for a moment and asked again: “Can I sit in?”

Locke nodded and said: “Of course!”

Mr. Wallis breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly: “Then I have no questions, you ask!”

Locke walked into the office and pulled a chair to sit opposite Jack Wallis. Jack Wallis seemed to want to prove his courage. He looked directly at Locke with cold eyes and a cold expression.

Locke was silent for a few seconds, and did not ask directly. He said in a deep voice: “Jack, you have a great father. What he did is very similar to a story I heard before. I heard a story about a mother who moved three times to give her son a good learning environment. Later, her son became a great saint, a thinker, a philosopher, a politician, an educator…” “Because his mother knew very well that the environment is too important for minors whose minds are not yet mature, If you make friends with optimistic and cheerful people, you will also become cheerful. If you play with people who like sports, your body will become strong. If you play with smart people, you will also become fond of thinking…”

“Everyone’s destiny is in their own hands. Your parents took you away from Compton. You should have a completely different life. You may be a dentist or a lawyer in the future. Of course, you may also be a rapper or a football player…”

“Jack, skin color is innate, but we can choose our own lives…”

“It’s Dick…”

Jack Wallis clenched his trembling fists, “Dick found me and asked me to help him disperse the goods. He said that although we are separated, we are always homies…”

Mr. Wallis cursed, “I know, this son of a bitch, I will shoot him, he wants to destroy you…”

Ten minutes later, Locke put away the notebook. The information that can be collected has been basically collected. Next, they need to feedback the information to see whether the detective team will take over or transfer it to the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration).

The Walliss sent Locke and David out the door. Mr. Wallis took the initiative to shake hands with Locke and said gratefully: “Officer Locke, thank you very much. You saved Jack and our family. You are a good man!” Locke replied: “This is what I should do. Jack is a good kid. He knows how to choose. We will tell the truth to the school. He was just used by others. We should give him another chance…” Mr. Wallis was immediately moved. “Thank you, thank you so much!” In fact, according to the current California laws and regulations, Jack Wallis is likely to be fined. California law stipulates that if less than 50 grams of leaves are sold to minors, the merchant will only be fined and the license will be confiscated, and will not be held criminally responsible. The black man who instigated Jack Wallis to sell the goods is also a minor, so at most he will be punished by admonition. The school will not punish too severely. The black community now has a buff. Leaving the teaching building, David smiled and praised, “Locke, you handled this case very well. I didn’t expect you to be so sentimental. You persuaded him and moved him. I thought you would show your toughness and scare him. That guy is just a weak guy…” He was very concerned about the school’sXiao Hei, who sold the leaves to his classmates, did not have a good impression. He had seen a lot of such bad things and did not feel the same way.

Locke shrugged, “I just want to give him another chance. His parents are not easy!”

David also nodded and said, “There are not many low-level black people with such foresight!”

He punched Locke and laughed, “But, can you make up a more reliable story next time? Why don’t I know which saint in American history had such a childhood experience, Martin Luther King?”

Locke replied unhappily, “I’m talking about a Chinese saint!”

David was stunned, stared at Locke for a few times, frowned, and said helplessly, “I always forget that you are of Chinese descent…”

Back in the patrol car, Locke and David went directly back to the Wilshire Police Department. This kind of case that needs follow-up needs to be handed over, and it will not always be handled by the patrolman.

After they submitted the investigation record, it will be seen whether the branch detective team will be responsible or directly handed over to the DEA.

However, the chance of handing it over to the DEA is not great, after all, this case is too small.

An hour later, Locke and his team started patrolling again, but they went directly to the nearby Panda Express. They had missed their meal time and it was too late to go to the Mexican restaurant.

When Locke was about to turn, he suddenly saw a truck on the Telamond Bridge in front of him lose control and hit a car traveling in the same direction, directly knocking the car off the bridge and into the Los Angeles River below.

“Fuck!”

“Damn it!”

Locke immediately turned the steering wheel and rushed forward, turning on the police lights and sirens at the same time.

David also picked up the radio to report, “7Adam15, Code 3, a car accident occurred on the Telamond Bridge. A black car was hit by a green truck and fell into the Los Angeles River. Fire support is needed, an ambulance is needed…”

When Locke and his team drove to the bridge, they only saw the truck that hit the guardrail of the bridge. The left front wheel of the truck was shrunken, and the driver’s door was open, but the driver was not seen.

However, he didn’t care about looking for the driver now. Locke hurried to the railing to check. The car had already sunk into the black bottom, and only bubbles could be seen coming out of the river bottom.

He took out his cell phone, untied his duty rig and walkie-talkie, and handed them to David.

David grabbed him, looked at him solemnly, and said nothing.

Locke naturally understood what he meant and smiled, “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything rash. I’m a good swimmer, really. I’ll go down and see if there’s any chance?”

He thought for a moment and pulled out the Glock G18 from the holster. It’s not easy to break glass underwater.

“Splash!”

Locke jumped directly from the bridge into the deep river. This place is very close to the estuary and is the deepest section of the Los Angeles River.