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On the other end of the phone, Henry Morris paused for two seconds before saying, “Hey, not yet, don’t yell…”

Even so, his tone still unconsciously revealed a bit of reserve.

His current police rank is FBI Special Agent Supervisor. If this Mexican operation successfully captures Solomon Guzman, he will be promoted to Assistant Special Agent-in-Charge (ASAC) and inherit the position of Director of the Los Angeles FBI Branch left by Enrique Gonzalez. .

With his back to the crowd, Locke’s expression relaxed. It seemed that the black-marinated egg was not a bad thing this time. “Okay, Inspector Morris, what can I do for you?”

Hunter Morris asked, “Why did you withdraw from Peter Turner’s case? Do you know him?”

Locke raised his eyebrows, thinking of Anna Davis’s mention that the FBI was interested in this case, he asked back, “Is the FBI paying attention to this case?”

Hunter Morris replied, “Well, this case is too clean!”

Locke was startled, and immediately reacted. He did the case impeccably, so he attracted the attention of the FBI.

He said, “Remember the black private detective I asked you to help me check last time?”

Then, he told the conflict with Peter Turner and his wife and Peter Turner hiring a private detective to follow Marian.

“I see…”

Hunter Morris was surprised and said, “It’s just this kind of relationship, you don’t need to avoid it!”

Locke’s expression turned cold, “Fuck, are you suspecting that I killed Peter Turner?”

Hunter Morris said frankly, “You have a conflict with him, he offended your family, and you avoided investigating his case. It’s normal for me to suspect you!”

“Shit!”

Locke remained calm and said coldly, “Yes, I am going to make trouble for this guy, but I don’t want to kill him. This guy was involved in a car smuggling case before, and his ass is definitely not clean. I am going to let you FBI investigate it again…”

“I didn’t expect this guy to die. It’s really a bargain for this bastard!”

“But if you want me to help him find the murderer, that’s impossible!”

Hunter Morris naturally didn’t really suspect Locke, and smiled, “Okay, don’t be so sensitive. What have you found so far?”

Locke really had no reason. Normal people would not kill people because of this level of conflict. The motive for killing is not enough.

He naturally didn’t think that Locke was targeting Peter Turner’s company.

Locke roughly recounted the information that LAPD had learned so far, “If you FBI are really interested in this case, just take over the case!”

Hunter Morris was silent for two seconds and asked, “Locke, this case is so clean, do you think it has anything to do with the previous Malibu case?”

Locke’s heart skipped a beat, fuck, Black Sauce Egg is so sensitive!

He frowned and said, “Are you too sensitive? How could you link an ordinary murder case with that case?”

Hunter Morris smiled and said, “Yes, that mysterious power is unlikely to have any intersection with people like Peter Turner!”

“Locke, Enrique wants to see you…”

“Okay, you arrange it!”

Locke agreed immediately. Although he was a little surprised by the previous request of the FBI Los Angeles Branch Director, he knew that this day would come sooner or later.

Locke now feels that the sea view villa under his feet is a bit hot. In order to appease Sullivan Gray’s anger, the CIA half-sold and half-given the property, and only reduced the price by 3 million US dollars.

Although he gave Solomon Guzman’s base in Los Angeles to the FBI, it was a big gift.

But this big gift could not be exchanged for 20 million from the FBI.

So the root cause was the brain tonic of the black-salted egg, which led Enrique Gonzalez to place a heavy bet on him.

After ending the call with the black-salted egg, Locke sat next to Andrew O’Hara and saw that they opened a bottle of Maker’s Mark Bourbon, so he picked up the bottle and poured himself a glass.

His uncle Glenn pushed the cigar box over and asked, “Who’s calling?”

“The FBI…”

Locke took out a cigar, cut it skillfully, and asked while lighting it, “How about this cigar?”

Andrew O’Hara carefully showed his ash, “Cohiba, a great brand! I have to praise you again, Locke, this party is great!”

Jeff Davis held a bourbon in one hand and a cigar in the other, exuding a different spirit from his usual self.The usual wantonness, “It’s really good, it’s rare to be so relaxed!”

Andrew O’Hara smiled and said, “Wouldn’t it be even better if there were a few more hot beauties!”

Jeff Davis’s smile froze, “You said it!”

Then the three middle-aged henpecked husbands all laughed like men, well, they could only satisfy their desire at most.

Locke said faintly, “If you need it, it’s not impossible to arrange it!”

The three middle-aged men immediately sat up straight and stared at him with unfriendly eyes.

Andrew O’Hara reached out to touch Locke’s hair, but Locke dodged him. He smiled and said, “The boy has grown up in the blink of an eye!” He asked curiously, “Are you familiar with the FBI?” Locke immediately realized that he had something to say. It seemed that Andrew O’Hara wanted to find the FBI for something. He hesitated for a moment, but still said frankly, “I have a good relationship with Hunter Morris, the special agent supervisor of the FBI Los Angeles Branch!” “Wow!” Andrew O’Hara showed a shocked look. The special agent supervisor is a senior official in the FBI Los Angeles Branch. Jeff Davis smiled and said, “I heard from Anna that the FBI has always wanted to recruit Locke to the FBI…” Glenn Locke also nodded and said, “Well, but Marian didn’t agree!” Andrew O’Hara hesitated for a moment and asked, “Locke, have you heard about the case of Eric Mason?” “No. !”

Locke shook his head, “Who is he?”

Jeff Davis’ expression froze, “Are you talking about the Mason Construction bribery and fraud case?”

Andrew O’Hara nodded, “Eric Mason had previously funded several Democratic members of the Los Angeles County Council, and I was one of them. This time Eric Mason was prosecuted, and his wife found us, hoping that we could help rescue her husband…”

Jeff Davis took a sip of bourbon and regained some of the judge’s demeanor, “Ashley Mason also found several Democratic members of Los Angeles to do public relations for her husband, but now the Democratic Party doesn’t want to get involved with the Mason family. This case is very troublesome, especially since the Republicans are holding on to it. The current evidence is very unfavorable to Eric Mason, and he is likely to go to jail…”

Andrew O’Hara naturally understood what Jeff Davis meant.

He smiled bitterly and said, “After all, Mr. Mason has donated money to me, so I also want to do my best!”