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Everyone’s eyes were instantly attracted to it.

Hunter’s face was gloomy, he took a deep breath, and told the FBI agent next to him: “Call a team of forensics and forensics…”

Liv’s face suddenly changed, and she hurried over. She looked into the car, kicked the car angrily, and cursed: “Damn it…”

Locke and others were curious and went over to check. Everyone’s faces changed.

The bodyguard who had just been arrested was limp in the back seat of the patrol car, with a pool of excrement under his feet. He was deader than dead.

The FBI was also confused by this sudden situation, so they didn’t take care of them for a while, so they were allowed to approach the car.

Hunter and Liv were both calling to report the situation, and soon Liv found Superintendent Mona, “Superintendent Mona, there is an emergency now, please suspend the inspection of this road, this road is temporarily closed, thank you!”

She also took the bodyguard’s gun from Superintendent Mona.

Ten minutes later, the scene was taken over by the FBI, and Locke and others were isolated outside.

“Holishet…”

“This is disgusting!”

“I want the FBI to accompany me in a car…”

“…”

Looking at Randy who was chattering and Elsa who looked disgusted, Locke felt very sympathetic, and at the same time was very glad that it was not their car.

Yes, the patrol car that Bald Hunter had just requisitioned was Randy and Elsa’s.

When Hunter was torturing the bodyguard of the “doctor” in the car, the bodyguard couldn’t stand it, and suddenly bit the poison in his mouth and died, with feces and urine all over his pants.

Within the cordon, FBI forensic personnel and forensic doctors were getting into the patrol car to collect physical evidence and prepare to move the body.

While Locke sympathized with Randy and the others, he also felt a little cold in his heart.

The bodyguard’s violent and decisive means would scare anyone, and it’s no wonder that Hunter just cursed and the clues about the “doctor” were cut off again.

What is even more frightening is that the bodyguard can commit suicide, which also means that the “doctor” can turn him into a human bomb.

It can be seen from this that the “doctor” is really awesome. The means of controlling him are no less than those of professional terrorists. No wonder the FBI can’t catch him.

Locke looked at the operation of the FBI curiously. It is worthy of being the largest law enforcement agency in the United States. This set of procedures is too professional.

The FBI has its own system, and its functional departments are much more complicated than the LAPD.

I thought it was just a soy sauce, but I didn’t expect it to be a sudden turn. I thought I caught a fish that slipped through the net, but I didn’t expect it to die so soon, and I missed a bigger fish, which is exciting enough.

Locke suddenly thought of something and was immediately depressed.

Damn, if the “doctor” knew that he discovered Harry Bellein, I wonder if he would cause trouble for him?

He couldn’t help but look at the bald Hunter, wondering if he could keep his information confidential within the FBI.

Bald Hunter was standing aside with a gloomy face, listening to the phone and being scolded because he killed an important suspect. It was obvious that the person on the other end of the phone was higher in rank than him, and he could only listen to the scolding.

Now the scene was taken over by Liv. Obviously, this guy was suspended from the scene.

It must be said that this guy is a tough guy.

Locke just took a look at the body. The bodyguard was incontinent not because of suicide by taking poison, but because he was electrocuted before death.

This job was really rough, but even if it was the FBI, after killing the suspect, the black salted egg would probably not end up without a layer of skin.

Liv was also communicating something on the phone. In short, the scene was busy.

Locke and the others were happy to be free. The FBI would not let them get close to the patrol car now.

Only Randy was so noisy that he kept asking Superintendent Mona to negotiate with the FBI and let the FBI compensate him with a car, which made Superintendent Mona very annoyed.

Nathan, who had been an honest man for most of his life, was frightened by the scene and whispered, “Why is the FBI so unruly?”

David said unhappily, “If they follow the rules, they are not the FBI…”

As we all know, the LAPD and the FBI Los Angeles Branch have always been at odds.

Mark said enviously, “Who said they are the FBI!”

Locke has also seen the power of the FBI this time. If the LAPD kills a suspect, there may be a nationwide parade.

But if the FBI kills someone, it will definitely be silent in the end. At most, the agent will be punished internally.

At this time, Superintendent Mona received instructions. After she went to tell Agent Liv, she came back and said to Locke and the others, “OK, we can call it a day. The FBI will be fully responsible next, but we have to go back to the police station once to export the camera video in the morning…”

Randy asked anxiously, “What about my car?”

Superintendent Mona glanced at him and pointed to the Mercedes left by the bodyguard.Chi, impatiently replied: “This car and your car, the FBI will tow away to collect more evidence, as for when they will be back, it is not known yet, during this period, the police station will reassign a patrol car to you…”

She warned everyone again, “This case has been gagged, everyone be careful!”

Everyone knew the sensitivity of this matter, so they naturally wouldn’t talk nonsense.

On the way back, Randy got into Locke’s car, while Elsa got into Nathan’s car.

After all, the back seat of the Crown Victoria is not so friendly, and it is definitely asking for trouble to squeeze two people in.

In the car, Randy finally stopped talking about the car. He lay on the back seat of Locke and asked mysteriously through the plastic baffle: “Bro, I seem to hear that FBI female agent recruiting you!”

Locke said with a smug look on his face: “There is no way, too good…”

David said coldly: “Boy, if you go to the FBI, don’t say you know me…”

Locke looked at David in astonishment. Damn, how much hatred does David have with the FBI!

He quickly changed his words and said, “I won’t go to the FBI. Once you are LAPD, you will be LAPD forever!”

Randy behind him said with a look of relief, “Bro, you made the right decision. If you go to the fucking FBI, I don’t know how to face you in the future. Because whenever I see the FBI, I will remember that they pooped and peed in my car…”

“…”

Locke looked disgusted and turned his head and said solemnly, “For you, I will never go to the FBI!”

David shouted, “Hey, kid, watch the road!”

Locke said nonchalantly, “I can drive with my eyes closed…”

After returning to the police station, colleagues in the information department immediately took away everyone’s cameras, and FBI people were already waiting to receive all the videos.

Locke probably guessed the purpose of their doing this. The FBI should suspect that the “doctor” may have slipped away in the car that was released before, and they wanted to take the video back for data comparison to see if they could find the “doctor”.

After removing all the weapons, Locke and his team resumed their normal patrols. However, he asked David to wait for him, as he wanted to find Anna Davis.

Unexpectedly, Captain Jones came out of the office just as Locke went up to the second floor. After looking around, his eyes finally stopped at him, “Locke, go to the Captain’s office…”

Locke was startled. What a coincidence?