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Locke naturally didn’t know what was happening on the ground. He was completely immersed in the joy of flying.

After flying, he understood why so many people like to fly planes. The feeling of being free from the ground and unrestrained is incomparable.

Looking down at the ground, Locke saw a completely different world.

He flew over Santa Monica Beach, Beverly Hills, and the Hollywood landmark.

Santa Monica Beach

Hollywood Landmark

After having lunch at the flying club at noon, Locke took a short break and flew into the sky again.

Coach Anthony Campos saw that Locke had superb skills, so he took a long-distance flight in the afternoon, flying directly to Las Vegas, 370 kilometers away, intending to train his take-off and landing operations.

From Los Angeles to Las Vegas, the round-trip journey is nearly 800 kilometers, which is not a problem for the Cirrus SR22 G5, which has a maximum range of 2,000 kilometers.

The maximum cruising speed of the Cirrus SR22 G5 is 350 kilometers per hour. Locke kept driving at the maximum cruising speed and returned to Santa Monica Airport in just three hours.

Santa Monica Airport

After landing smoothly, Locke and Anthony Campos bumped fists and said regretfully: “AC, thank you. If my girlfriend hadn’t come to pick me up today, I would have invited you to Santa Monica Beach for a drink…”

AC is the abbreviation of Antony Campos’s English name (Antony Campos), which was his nickname when he served in the Air Force.

There is a reason why Anthony Campos charges 150 US dollars per hour. He is a very humorous person. More than five hours of getting along with him left a good impression on Locke.

Although he didn’t teach Locke anything, it definitely takes skill to make Locke fly for five hours without being boring.

Anthony Campos smiled and said, “There is still a chance, but I should treat you. I made your money too easily!”

The two got off the plane while talking and laughing, but when Locke saw a familiar Cadillac Escalade parked not far from the Rolls-Royce Phantom, the smile on his face froze instantly.

Locke subconsciously glanced around the airport and didn’t see any other suspicious vehicles. His heart dropped instantly. It seemed that they were not here to arrest him.

He waved goodbye to Anthony Campos, and walked straight to the Rolls-Royce Phantom without even looking at the Cadillac.

When he approached, the doors of the passenger seat and the back seat opened at the same time. Juliet got out of the car and took the noise-canceling headphones and tool kit from his hand and put them in the trunk.

At this time, Daisy Greenberg got out of the car. She changed her clothes and put on her favorite black classical dress. She also wore the Breguet jewelry watch he gave her the day before yesterday.

Locke looked at her in surprise. This woman didn’t have the habit of getting out of the car to greet him.

He asked, “What’s wrong?”

Daisy Greenberg was a little at a loss when Locke asked. She listened to Sarah Mendes’s story about how she met Locke, so she wanted to try to be more proactive.

She smoothed her long hair by her ears, “Well, I want to ask what it feels like to fly a plane. Maybe I should learn it, too. Steve and Susan both know how to fly a plane…” “Locke, can we chat for a few minutes?” Inspector Hunter was not alone this time. Agent Liv was with him. They were about to approach, but were stopped by Juliet and Solomon. Inspector Hunter and Liv subconsciously put their hands behind their backs and looked at Locke in astonishment. Finally, their eyes were focused on Daisy Greenberg, “Locke, what’s going on?” Locke gently hugged Daisy Greenberg and patted her on the butt, “Get in the car first, I’ll be here soon!” After watching the woman get in the car, he said to Solomon and Juliet, “You get in the car too, they are the FBI, it’s okay…” Inspector Hunter didn’t take his hand off the gun handle until Solomon and Juliet got in the car. He could clearly feel that these two people were not ordinary bodyguards and were very dangerous. He stared at Locke in surprise and asked, “Who are they?”

Locke frowned and stared at the black-salted egg. Damn, this guy is really haunting!

He did not answer him, but asked coldly: “Detective Hunter, am I a suspect of your FBI? Do I have any privacy? Why do you always locate me…”

Damn, I should have gone all out last night and sent the black-salted egg away.

Detective Hunter replied calmly: “Don’t you know that your phone is turned off? How can I locate you…”

Locke asked coldly: “Then how do you know I’m here?”

Detective Hunter shrugged and said: “The FBI will always find a way to find someone…”

Agent Liv saw that the two were about to quarrel, and interrupted: “Locke, we came here to ask for your help,Detective Hunter said that you are a rare sharpshooter in the LAPD, so we would like to ask you for a favor…”

Locke stared at the black-salted egg coldly as if he had not heard Liv’s words.

Detective Hunter said helplessly: “Okay, I promise you that I will not target you at will in the future. However, Locke, don’t forget that you are a special consultant of the FBI…”

Locke ignored this guy and asked the beautiful blonde female agent: “What case?”

Agent Liv replied: “It’s still the case last night. When the killer shot Carter Silvio, he also shot a CIA inspector. Because the CIA has no law enforcement power in the country, the task of tracking down the killer fell into the hands of our FBI. This CIA inspector has a deep background, and the CIA has put a lot of pressure on us…”

Detective Hunter stared at Locke, observing his emotional changes, but only found that he was a little happy when he heard that a CIA inspector had died. Is this a flaw?

Locke asked: “Is it this CIA inspector who sent CIA agents to kill Jennifer Gray? ”

Liv shook her head and said, “No, the one controlled by Carter Silvio was Will Lewis’s subordinate, Gavin Gray, uh, the CIA inspector who died was Will Lewis…”

Inspector Hunter found that Locke’s joy quickly faded after hearing that Will Lewis was not the supervisor who sent agents to kill Miss Grey.

As an expert in micro-expressions, Inspector Hunter is very confident in his profession. He raised his eyebrows, it seems that he thought too much, it really wasn’t Locke last night.

At this time Locke asked, “What do you want me to do?”

Agent Liv replied, “Today, the FBI’s forensic experts have not found the sniper’s sniping point, so we would like to ask you to go over and take a look…”

In order to cover up, Locke turned his head and looked at the Rolls-Royce behind him, hesitant, “I’ve been getting along with my girlfriend and we’re going to date tonight…”

Fuck, they actually asked him to find a sniping point!

After eliminating Locke’s suspicion, Inspector Hunter also began to be in the mood to ask gossip, “Locke, this lady is your girlfriend, then what is Miss Grey? ”

Locke replied: “Ex-girlfriend…”

Inspector Hunter looked disdainful, “Then you guys last night…”

Locke said frankly: “She was frightened last night because I was almost killed by the CIA. It’s normal for me to comfort her…”

Inspector Hunter shrugged and said: “It’s good that she is an ex-girlfriend. Someone from the CIA came this morning. It was Will Lewis’ father, Redmond Lewis, a well-known butcher instructor in the CIA. He has officially notified the FBI that if the FBI can’t find the murderer within three days, he will find the murderer himself, even if he has to turn Los Angeles upside down…”

Locke understood the implication of Black Stewed Egg. Last night, Black Stewed Egg deliberately dug a hole. He didn’t say Will Lewis was dead, but only said Carter Silvio was dead. Then he said that the murderer was either CIA or Sullivan Gray.

Now that the CIA has sent people to track down the real murderer, the murderer can only be Sullivan Gray.

Fuck, he is pitting his cheap father-in-law!