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

Shooting range, half an hour later.

David stared at Locke in astonishment, “Boy, I’ve seen your test results, your average score is 7 rings, and you didn’t mention that you can use a rifle…”

Locke gently put down the HK416 in his hand. It’s not without reason that it’s expensive. It’s simply a work of art, and the sound is very nice.

He shrugged and replied indifferently: “I heard that those with good shooting skills will be assigned to SWAT. Hehe, I used Remington M700 to kill wild wolves on my grandfather’s farm when I was ten years old…”

The reason why he exposed his shooting skills to David was because the two were partners, and he had to let David know his strength so that they could cooperate better.

Locke Lee did use Remington M700 to shoot wild wolves on the farm when he was in his teens, but his shooting skills were terrible.

Then Locke tried Remington M870 again. No wonder American police like to use this model of gun. It is indeed a close combat weapon, and it has a lot of style.

Locke compared the pistols and he really liked M9 more. This gun is more in line with his feel.

However, when patrolling, he would still carry the Glock G18 like David, because it has 17 rounds of ammunition, while the M9 only has 15 rounds.

The G18 can even be equipped with 31-round and 33-round magazines. Emptying the magazine can directly shoot people into sieves.

There is a reason why Glock is popular all over the world. Although the engineering plastic makes the texture of this gun much worse, it is light, cheap, and its accuracy and jam rate are far lower than other guns. It is a typical durable and reliable type.

With his current level of pistol L3, it doesn’t make much difference to him what gun he uses.

After shooting a round at a fixed target, Locke felt boring, so he went to shoot at a moving target again, and David followed him to keep time.

Watching Locke switch between rifles and pistols skillfully, David’s scalp was numb. He felt that he didn’t recognize this kid after two days of not seeing him.

Locke turned off the gun’s safety, turned his head and asked David, “How is it? How much?”

David looked incredulous, “Is this really your first time?”

Locke replied, “I practiced it during the training at the police academy!”

David glared at him unhappily and reset the timer in his hand, “You really should go to SWAT. Being a patrolman is too much of a waste of your talent!”

When he left, David was so depressed that he didn’t even want to drive the G55. He was hit by Locke.

Even though he was lying flat, he was still shocked by Locke’s talent. He suddenly felt frustrated that his more than 20 years of police career had been a dog’s life.

No words were spoken along the way. Before getting off the car, David reminded in a muffled voice, “Remember to send all the guns to the equipment room for registration tomorrow morning, and remember to bring all the gun’s documents and information…”

Locke was a little helpless. He had just kept them at the shooting range. The L3 master level was no joke.

If he was unreserved, he would definitely shock the audience.

Seeing David push the door and get out of the car, Locke called him, “To thank you for helping me choose a gun, I’ll treat you to Chinese lunch at noon…”

David held the car door and glared at Locke fiercely, “Boy, I warn you, don’t pay attention to Catherine, get out of here!”

“Bang!”

Locke stared at David’s hurried back in a daze, feeling a little puzzled.

He really wanted to thank him. This time, David saved him at least $3,000 on the gun.

Locke was about to leave when he found Catherine Murphy coming out, seemingly ready to greet David. Seeing that he hadn’t left yet, she waved to him, but was pulled in by David.

Locke was immediately furious. He really couldn’t understand how a fat and bald man like David could have a daughter as beautiful as Catherine.

Uh, he suddenly thought of why David reacted so strongly.

He treated David to Chinese lunch, so Catherine must have gone too. That’s it.

This old guy!

…

The next morning, Locke did not suffer from the work syndrome at all. He arrived at the police station early, and spent half an hour to register all the firearms.

Not all LAPD can use automatic rifles. Before 9/11, only more than 300 out of 10,000 LAPD were qualified to use automatic rifles. After 9/11, the number of such people increased to 1,500.

To use an automatic rifle, you need to apply for it, pass professional training, and pass the exam to obtain the qualification to use a rifle.

Locke had passed the exam during the training period, so he could use it directly after purchasing the automatic rifle.

He also casually returned the Glock G17 issued by the police station. After having his own gun, he could take the gun home from now on, and he felt safe.

When he moved all the equipment into the trunk of the patrol car and returned to the duty room, he immediately found something wrong.

The patrolmen in the duty room lined up, and Captain Jones wasStanding on the staircase, it seems that he is waiting for someone.

Locke hurriedly walked to David’s side, but seeing that this guy looked very bad, he did not make himself look bad, and turned his head to ask Randy next to him, “Bro, what happened?”

Randy straightened his chest and said with a serious face: “Locke, congratulate me, if there is no speculation, my promotion ceremony should be held later…”

The police officer in the front row heard Randy’s words, turned back and laughed jokingly: “Wow, congratulations to you, Randy…”

Nathan punched him directly, “Congratulations to you, Randy…”

Superintendent Mona also turned her head, “Randy, congratulations, please enjoy the sky at night…”

“…”

Randy’s face instantly turned bitter.

This guy, let’s see if you are still pretending!

Locke couldn’t help laughing, but seeing Elsa next to Randy staring at him absentmindedly, he quickly restrained his smile and looked straight ahead, feeling a little helpless in his heart. It’s not good to be too charming.

At this time, Anna Davis led two people downstairs. When Locke saw the two people, his expression couldn’t help but condense.

“Do you know them?”

Locke turned his head and saw David staring at him. The old man finally spoke.

He nodded and whispered, “FBI…”

The two FBI agents following Anna Davis were Hunter and Liv, the senior agents that Locke had met the day before yesterday.

Under the light, Hunter’s bald head shone brightly, like a black salted egg.

“Quiet!!!”

Captain Jones rectified the on-site discipline and gave his position to Anna Davis.

Anna Davis immediately announced that there was a temporary mission, and the Wilshire Police Department needed to assist the FBI in arresting a group of terrorists. Then, he introduced Hunter and Liv, saying that they were liaisons of the FBI.

Locke immediately thought of Harry Bellein. If he hadn’t guessed, this operation should have been to arrest Harry Bellein.

The meeting was very brief. After Captain Jones introduced the mission, he announced the disbandment.

When the meeting ended, Locke found that Hunter and Liv both looked at him, and then left with Anna Davis.

Locke and his men walked to the parking lot together. Their team was assigned to Superintendent Mona.

Locke opened the trunk and put on the newly bought bulletproof vest. In fact, he was already wearing the Blank ST series bulletproof vest provided by the police station under his uniform, but this bulletproof vest can only weaken the attack of 9mm pistols and is ineffective against rifles.

After putting it on, he handed David’s outer bulletproof vest to him, which is actually a ceramic plate worn in a tactical vest.

David asked, “What’s the situation?”

Locke thought that since they were ready to arrest Harry Bellein anyway, there was no need to keep it secret, so he told what happened on Santa Monica Beach on Saturday, “The terrorists should have automatic rifles in their hands. Be careful. You just need to follow me later…”

David took the bulletproof vest, his expression became solemn, and he shouted to Superintendent Mona next to him, “Mona, come here!”

After listening to David’s retelling, Superintendent Mona did not ask about the source of the information, but looked at Locke with praise, “Great job, Locke, everyone will be grateful to you…”