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Boom!!!

Locke’s brain exploded instantly, his scalp was numb, and his body trembled involuntarily. He knew he needed to calm down quickly, but he couldn’t do it.

When he suddenly heard that Marian was being followed, the scene of him being followed and ambushed in Lebec immediately emerged in his mind.

His family was in danger, which was more unacceptable than being pointed at by a gun.

“Locke, Locke…”

Locke took a deep breath and turned his head to look at Tony Gerard who was calling him loudly. The other party was about to reach out to grab the steering wheel.

He came back to his senses in an instant, immediately took over the steering wheel again to correct the driving route, and then asked calmly: “Mum, where are you now?”

Marianne replied: “I’m in East Hollywood…”

Locke immediately turned the steering wheel to the right with one hand and said: “Mum, go to the Wilshire Division immediately, I will call Captain Jones, I will go to you immediately…”

Marianne seemed to have calmed down, and her voice was no longer as nervous as before, “Okay, don’t worry too much, maybe I made a mistake…”

Locke interrupted her and asked: “What kind of car is the other party? Did you see the license plate number?”

Marianne replied: “It’s a black Chevrolet Trailblazer. I made an appointment with the designer to go to the office to discuss the decoration details of the law firm in the morning. This car followed me. I had lunch with Anna at noon and encountered this car again. I just visited a client and left, and found this car again. Then I realized that something was wrong…”

“…”

Locke’s tense heart fell to the ground instantly. It seemed that the other party was just following. He had a murderous look in his eyes, “Mum, Tell me the license plate number…”

“3SLK4AM…”

After repeating the license plate number, Locke said again: “Mum, go to the Wilshire section first, I’ll be there soon!”

After hanging up the phone, Locke rushed towards the Wilshire section while calling Captain Richard Jones.

As soon as the call was connected, he didn’t bother to greet and said directly: “Captain Jones, Marian is being followed. She will go to the Wilshire section. I’ll be there soon…”

Richard Jones replied solemnly: “Locke, don’t worry, I know what to do!”

After ending the call, Locke glanced at Tony Gerard who was on the phone. The deputy captain was calling Skye Spears and asked Skye to check the license plate number just now.

He held the hand guard tightly, obviously frightened by the speed at the moment.

Locke’s nervous heart was relieved again, but his foot on the accelerator did not loosen. Without seeing Marian, he could not be completely relieved.

At this moment, he felt a little regretful. When doing the bulletproof modification, he should have modified Marian and Li Bo’s cars together, so that he could feel more at ease.

Tony Gerard also hung up the phone at this time, and said solemnly: “Skye said that this license plate number is a fake license plate. This license plate number is registered to a black Chevrolet Traverse…”

“…”

Locke’s heart sank. He liked to use Chevrolet in the United States, and he also used a fake license plate. Isn’t this a routine of the CIA?

Could it be that the Malibu villa was found out by the CIA?

He immediately rejected this speculation. If the Malibu incident was found out by the CIA, then the CIA would not follow Marian and would come directly to him.

Locke calmed down and dialed a number again, “Detective Hunter, help me check a license plate number. This is a fake license plate car. This car appeared on Santa Monica Boulevard, East Hollywood, and Wilshire this morning…”

“Yes, it’s urgent. I owe you a favor…”

“OK, I’ll use that favor and wait for your news…”

“…”

After ending the call with Black Egg, Locke breathed a sigh of relief. With the help of the FBI to check the tracking car, it should be found soon.

Marianne’s activity area today is Hollywood, the most prosperous area in Los Angeles, with many cameras.

As long as the camera captures this car, with the FBI’s facial recognition technology, it should be easy to find the person who is tracking Marianne.

Locke turned his head to look at Tony Gerard. Seeing that he was sending a message, he asked: “Deputy Captain, do we need to tell the captain? Let Harry and Jack go to Edward Clark’s company to understand the situation, or wait for you to go alone…”

Naturally, he didn’t have the mind to investigate the case now. Marianne’s safety was the most important.

Tony Gerard looked up at him and patted his chest exaggeratedly, “Great, you are finally back to normal. The look you had just now was really scary, like a completely different person. I was so scared that I wanted to jump out of the car. Did you know that you just ran three red lights?”

“…”

Locke’s mouth twitched, and just as he was about to speak, the phone rang. It was his mother calling., he answered the call immediately, “Mum …”

Marianne said, “Locke, I’m already at Wilshire…”

“Great!”

Locke breathed a sigh of relief, “I’m almost there too!”

The phone was quickly handed over to Richard Jones, “Locke, don’t worry, we will be responsible for Marianne’s safety, I’ve asked someone to take her statement…”

Locke said gratefully, “Thank you, Captain Jones!”

After hanging up the phone, Locke looked at the Wilshire Police Station not far ahead. When he was about to call Madeline Hill to report the incident, his eyes suddenly fixed and he looked at the right rearview mirror.

Just now, he seemed to have seen the license plate number that Marianne mentioned.

Locke stopped the car immediately and backed away. Sure enough, a black Chevrolet Trailblazer immediately appeared in the rearview mirror. The license plate number was exactly 3SLK4AM that Marianne had just mentioned.

Fuck, this audacious bastard actually followed Marianne to the Wilshire Police Station!

Lucky!

What does that Chinese proverb say?

The iron shoes were worn out and I couldn’t find them. I didn’t expect that I would appear in front of him. This should be what he meant.

Although this place is dozens of meters away from the Wilshire Police Station, it is just right to see all the vehicles entering and leaving the police station.

The Chevrolet Trailblazer seemed to have noticed the abnormality of the Mercedes-Benz G55 and wanted to leave.

Locke would naturally not give him this opportunity. With a step on the gas, the G55 blocked the side of the Chevrolet Trailblazer. Tony Gerard lowered the window tacitly, stretched out his Glock G19, and aimed it at the driver’s seat of the Chevrolet Trailblazer.

Through the glass, they saw the driver of the Chevrolet Trailblazer raised his hands skillfully.

Locke pushed open the car door, took out his gun and quickly ran to the side of the Trailblazer, opened the car door, and dragged the black man out of the car roughly and forcefully, pulled him aside like a chicken, and then searched him.

After finding no weapons, he asked coldly, “Who are you?”

The black man’s face was full of confusion, and he replied innocently, “I didn’t do anything, who are you? I don’t have any money…”

Locke showed his detective badge, “LAPD, tell me now, who are you? Why are you here?”

Hearing that Locke was LAPD, the black man’s expression relaxed instantly, and he said angrily, “Sir, I didn’t do anything? I just parked the car here, tell me, what crime did I commit?”

“Fuck, what qualifications do you have to check my car, I want to complain to you…”