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

On the rooftop opposite Gran Apartment.

Sophia crossed her arms over her chest, looking hopeless. Tom Williams next to her was spying on Locke with a telescope. “Tom, can you let someone else drive for you next time? I also have a private life. I think you should see a psychiatrist. Voyeurism is a disease…”

“Your private life is to go to the bar to find a one-night stand! Sophia, you should see a psychiatrist!” Captain Tom sarcastically retorted to Sophia, who was not moved at all. He continued to observe Locke and said to himself: “What show are you watching so intently!”

Sophia looked offended, but she also knew that she could not do anything to Tom Williams.

Out of boredom, she also picked up the binoculars and subconsciously licked her lips, “To be honest, with his looks and figure, it’s a waste for him to join the LAPD. He should go to the San Fernando Valley…” Captain Tom put down the binoculars, turned his head and said seriously, “Sophia, you know, office love is not allowed in my team, and the same goes for one-night stands. Please remember this!” Sophia also put down the binoculars and said expressionlessly, “Yes, Sir! ”

She said coldly: “Don’t worry, even if I want to, he won’t fuck me. The last time we met, he didn’t even look at me straight in the eye…”

Captain Tom shrugged, “From his latest mate selection criteria, you are indeed not his type…”

Sophia was too tired to complain, and asked coldly: “Didn’t you come here to peek last week? Why are you coming here to peek again so soon? Since you value him so much, why don’t you just apply for a transfer order!”

Captain Tom replied seriously: “I am indeed going to apply for a transfer order. The FBI has already sent him a trial invitation letter. I can’t let those idiots get ahead of me!”

Sophia was surprised: “The FBI also has a fancy for him?”

Captain Tom saw Locke suddenly stand up, picked up the telescope again, frowned and said: “Is there any game at this time? Uh, it doesn’t look like a celebration…”

After mumbling, he replied: “He helped the FBI find Harry Bellein, the FBI Those idiots actually tried to use Harry Bellein to trap the ‘doctor’, but they naturally messed up…”

“Sharp observation, professional-level sketching, and lip reading, fully qualified…”

Sophia said in disbelief: “How did he find Harry Bellein? After Harry Bellein disappeared, many people said that he asked the ‘doctor’ to help him with plastic surgery. Tom, he came out, uh, he seemed to have discovered us…”

“Huh, let’s go…”

Captain Tom hurriedly put down the telescope, pulled Sophia back, and said with a vigilant face: “The data records that he just bought an HK416 with a holographic sight…”

…

“Sorry, Sarah, I have something urgent, I will contact you later…”

Locke hung up the phone, immediately returned to the house, turned off all the lights, picked up the Beretta 92F and the police badge that he was going to put at home, and ran out of the room.

When he went downstairs, he regretted storing the HK416 in the gun cabinet of the police station.

Otherwise, through the holographic sight on the HK416, he could see clearly who was peeping at him.

Ten minutes later, Locke appeared on the roof of the building opposite, which was already empty.

He used his mobile phone to illuminate and observe, and immediately found some traces and found the position where the person who had just peeped at him was standing.

As a top scavenger, in order to clean the scene cleanly enough, the study of traceology is essential.

With the skill of traceology (L3 Master), Locke soon discovered that the footprints left by the peeper were actually a man and a woman.

However, these two people were very cautious. In addition to the footprints, there were no other traces left here.

After Locke took a photo of the footprints, he stood where the peeper stood and saw the location of his room at first glance.

It was certain that these two people were monitoring him.

Who would monitor him?
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Locke’s first reaction was the “doctor” who escaped today, but he ruled out this suspicion in an instant.

If the “doctor” was so powerful that he could find him so quickly, he would not be unaware of the FBI’s pursuit of Harry Bellein, and he himself was almost trapped in it.

Who could it be?

Could it be that there are still some fish that have escaped from the Mexican Menodi organization?

No, if there are really some fish that have escaped from the Menodi organization, the one they would want to retaliate the most should be the Santoni organization that destroyed them, not him.

And if they really wanted to retaliate against him, they should have shot him directly, not monitored him.

If the other party is just monitoring him, then the situation is not that serious.How dangerous.

Locke’s heart was instantly relieved. He almost called Marian just now to ask about the situation at home.

Locke stood there with a gloomy face. He thought of another possibility. Could it be that when he killed Avadia before, he left some clues, which led the DEA or the Pasya organization to find him here.

But they found out that he was LAPD, so they didn’t take drastic measures, just surveillance.

The surveillance methods of these two people were not like those of gang members, otherwise, this place would not be so clean.

When Locke thought that he might be targeted by the DEA, his heart sank, but it stands to reason that he couldn’t leave any clues.

Locke shook his head. He couldn’t guess so randomly. He had to find out who was monitoring him as soon as possible, otherwise, he would be unable to sleep and eat.

He suppressed the confusion in his heart and followed the footprints all the way downstairs. He actually tracked it all the way to the monitoring room of the building.

This discovery made Locke’s face change drastically. These two people could come to the monitoring room openly, so they were most likely law enforcers.

Locke stood at the door, his face uncertain, and finally suppressed the idea of ​​running away. He still believed in his professionalism. He didn’t believe that the DEA could find him from Avadia.

There were two security guards on duty in the monitoring room, one African and one Latino.

Locke walked into the monitoring room and showed his police badge, “Hi guys, LAPD, my two colleagues just came once, I need to check the monitoring again…”

The Latino security guard immediately stood up and gave up his seat, and asked casually: “Is it not deleted?”

Locke saw his guilty conscience from his facial expression, and instantly guessed that he was an illegal immigrant, and smiled: “Relax, I’m not the Immigration Bureau, and I won’t report you, Los Angeles needs you…”

Without illegal immigrants, many dirty and tiring jobs in the United States would not be done by anyone, such as night shifts.

The Latino security guard was shocked: “Is the LAPD so powerful? How can you see it at a glance!”

Locke instantly read the key words from the security guard’s mouth. He smiled, but was shocked in his heart.

It’s not the DEA, it’s the LAPD.

Why does the LAPD want to monitor him?

The African American security guard next to him pulled up a video with a flattering look on his face and said, “The videos of your colleagues have been completely deleted, but the video of their car leaving has not been deleted. You came here for this, right?”

Locke stared at the familiar black Ford Explorer in the video, his face full of astonishment, and his heart instantly burned with anger.

Isn’t Daisy Greenberg’s case over?

Why is Tom Williams, this psychopath, still staring at him?

Fuck, it never ends!