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

“Fuck you, Locke, I’m Emily…”

Such a mistake just after returning adds a lot of fun to the patrol that hasn’t started yet.

David laughed at Locke in a low voice after a while. Seeing that Locke was no longer as embarrassed as at the beginning, he felt that he was asking for trouble and shrugged his shoulders.

Suddenly, he glanced at Locke in confusion, “Is it my illusion? Why do I feel that you drive much more steadily today than before?”

Locke pursed his lips and rolled his eyes in his heart. David is really old, and he only realized it now.

He smiled and said, “Maybe your new driver’s skills are too bad during my absence, or the logistics department just replaced the shock absorber for the car…”

“Randy’s skills are really bad!”

David complained about Locke’s partner during his absence, and then made a joke, “Is it possible to expect the logistics department to replace the shock absorber for this old car until the Soviet invasion…”

The patrol car that Locke and his team are driving now is a 17-year-old Ford Crown Victoria Police Interceptor [CVPI], a veritable old car.

LAPD CVPI patrol car

He smiled and said, “When I become rich, I will donate a batch to the Wilshire District…”

“It seems that I will not be able to wait for that day…”

David pretended to be regretful. He has 22 years of police service and can retire with full pension in 3 years. Then he sighed, “Boy, I thought you would not come back!”

“Why?”

Locke naturally understood what David meant. As a son of a wealthy family, he had experienced dangerous shooting incidents. Although he was safe, he would most likely quit the Los Angeles police.

A gentleman does not stand on a dangerous wall, which is common in China and abroad.

After six months of internship, Locke already knew the patrol streets well. He turned the steering wheel right skillfully and said with a smile: “I think the people of Los Angeles need me, and I don’t want you to face criminals alone with your old arms and legs…”

David responded with a middle finger and said with a smile: “Thank you…”

He asked curiously: “By the way, how did you hook up with the sweethearts at Parker Center?”

Parker Center is the headquarters of the Los Angeles Police Department. It is named after the former Sheriff William H. Parker and is also the 911 dispatch call center of the Los Angeles Police Department.

Locke said arrogantly: “They took the initiative to hook up with me and said that my voice is very sexy…”

David asked suddenly: “Wilshire, who did you hook up with? Mona? Elsa? Don’t worry, I will keep it a secret for you…”

“No…”

Locke looked at David vigilantly and said speechlessly: “You cheated me? Don’t worry, I will remember your teachings!”

After that, he raised two fingers and nodded his head, indicating that what David said should be remembered in mind.

David nodded and praised, “That’s good. Finding a partner in the same team will affect work, it is unprofessional, and it will affect your reputation and promotion. The police force also has regulations for couples. Once discovered, one of them needs to resign or be transferred.” Then he complained, “Boy, when I was young, the sweetheart of Parker Center also asked me out, so don’t show off in front of me. What’s that expression on your face? Don’t you believe it?” Locke flattered him, “I believe it, of course I believe it. Looking at Catherine, you know you were handsome when you were young…” David’s face changed instantly, and he said viciously, “Boy, I don’t want to hear Catherine’s name from you, not even once, otherwise, watch your back…” Katherine Murphy is David’s only daughter. She graduated from CSU (California State University) Davis and is considered Locke’s alumnus. However, compared to Locke, a poor student, Katherine is a real academic master. She graduated with a master’s degree in forensic medicine and works as a forensic doctor in the Los Angeles Police Department. She is David’s pride. Catherine is a well-known policewoman in the Los Angeles Police Department. Locke met her once, and David was on guard against her, fearing that a playboy like Locke would mess with his daughter.

Locke shrank his neck, made a gesture to seal his mouth, and changed the subject, “It was a bit quiet this morning!”

He had only handled a few small cases since he started patrolling.

David’s expression, which had just been relieved, tightened again, and he cursed, “Shit, what did you say…”

Locke also realized that he had made a mistake and was about to make up for it when a call came from the radio.

“Code 2, someone on Devon Street complained that the noise from the renovation next door exceeded the standard…”

Fortunately, it was code 2, a routine event (non-emergency), and there was no need to turn on the police lights.

Locke’s heart fell instantly, and seeing that the address was close, he immediately replied, “7Adam15, copy…”

He pressedHe turned the steering wheel according to the detailed address on the computer, turned his head and smiled at David: “It’s okay…”

David interrupted him angrily, “Shut up, kid, I don’t want to hear you talk now!”

Locke was very embarrassed. Damn, he almost violated the taboo again. He immediately shut up and stopped talking. It seems that he was too excited.

This case was handled quickly. The noise from the Mexican renovation did not exceed the standard. It was just that the white old lady next door was unhappy to see so many Mexican immigrants hanging around in front of her.

After handling a few more routine police cases, it was noon in a flash. Locke skillfully parked the car in front of a Mexican restaurant, where a LAPD patrol car was already parked.

“7Adam15, code 7…”

“Received…”

After informing the mobilization center about getting off the car for lunch, Locke and David got off the car one after another.

Code 7 in the internal code of the Los Angeles Police Department means leaving the car for a meal and rest.

In the restaurant, the first-class superintendent Mona Cole and the rookie patrolman Nathan Fillion, who were also trainee instructors, were already eating. When they saw them come in, they waved to them.

LAPD First-Class Superintendent

The two of them ordered food from the waiter in a familiar manner, all of which were Mexican burritos, skewers and juice, and then went over to share a table.

Superintendent Mona and Nathan once again congratulated Locke on finishing his internship early, especially Nathan, who was full of envy and jealousy.

He decided to become a policeman in his forties, and he was always tired of dealing with the strict Superintendent Mona Cole.

Because it was fast food, the food was served quickly, and soon Locke and David also started eating.

Superintendent Mona finished her meal, took a sip of juice, and asked casually: “How was it, did you have a good morning?”

David hurriedly told them the joke Locke made in the morning. After hearing it, Mona and Nathan laughed so hard that Nathan didn’t forget to give Locke a thumbs up.

Superintendent Mona wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said sympathetically: “Locke, you’re done. This matter will definitely spread throughout the Los Angeles Police Department…”

Locke shrugged his shoulders, looking indifferent, and defended: “This can’t be blamed on me. The voice on the radio will be distorted. If it was a real person, I would never have heard it wrong…”

Superintendent Mona was a little annoyed that he was so open about his scumbag, and snorted coldly: “Fortunately, you didn’t mess around in Wilshire, otherwise, I would kick you out immediately!”

David shouted: “Come on, don’t you see who his instructor is?”

Locke was about to express his gratitude to David for his protection, but David then exposed Locke’s crow mouth again.

Superintendent Mona’s face immediately sank, and she said solemnly: “Locke, you are already a formal police officer, how can you make such a low-level mistake!”

Locke did not defend himself this time, and apologized honestly. Crow mouth is absolutely taboo in the Los Angeles Police Department.

Because if nothing goes wrong, it’s okay, but if something goes wrong, there may be casualties among police officers.

Just when the atmosphere was getting a little dull, two more LAPD officers came in. They were black second-level police officer Randy Casco and his white rookie patrol officer Elsa Molly.

When Randy saw Locke, he didn’t bother to order food, but walked straight over, pinched his throat, showed his white teeth, and shouted with a playful smile: “Fuck you, Locke, I’m Emily…”

The table suddenly burst into laughter, and the dullness just now disappeared in an instant.