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Locke naturally wouldn’t answer Saborian, he didn’t have time to waste time with this little Karami.

Looking at the unbearable scene in front of him, he felt sick in his heart.

He asked: “Mr. Saborian, I want to know who helped you deal with the bodies?”

Saborian covered his bleeding crotch and stared at Locke in astonishment. His whole face was distorted by the severe pain, and he blurted out: “‘Butcher’ Schalke…”

He cursed wildly in his heart, fuck, where did this psychopath come from!

Locke asked again: “Where can I find him?”

Saborian endured the severe pain, sat up, pushed away the body of his partner lying on his legs, took his hand away and took a look at the wound, and was stunned in an instant, “Fuck, you TM broke my…”

“Biu…”

Locke fired another shot and knocked off another section of the pipe.

Since he didn’t take the right path, there was no point in keeping it.

“Damn, son of bitch, who the hell are you?”

Saborian stared at Locke viciously. After all, he was a drug dealer with his head hanging on his waist. Even when Locke pointed a gun at him, he was still arrogant.

“Biu…”

Locke didn’t say anything, and fired another shot. This shot directly shot away the last part, leaving only the balls.

“Hmm…”

Sabrian groaned, looked down at the two bloody eggs, and dared not say any more nonsense. He looked up and gritted his teeth and said, “I don’t know. We usually call him directly…”

As he said that, he leaned forward, ignoring the blood on his hands, trembling and fiddling with the flour on the table, and then he lay down…

Locke pretended not to see Sabrian’s hand reaching under the table, and continued to ask, “I need his phone number…”

“Of course!”

Sabrian suddenly stood up, with a Colt M2000 in his hand, his face full of violence, “Go to hell, you…”

“biu…”

Locke shot him in the wrist, and the Colt M2000 fell immediately.

“fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Sabrian pinched the place where he was shot, staring at Locke fiercely.

“biu…”

“biu…”

“biu…”

Locke fired three more shots, hitting the remaining two thighs and the other wrist of Sabrian respectively.

“…”

After being shot three more times, Saborian’s body trembled, his lips trembled twice, and he finally stopped being stubborn.

He could not feel the pain, and his eyes lost their previous fierceness.

He felt that his body was getting wetter and colder.

Locke walked to the table, picked up the phone on the table, and asked, “What’s the password?”

Saborian’s forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, his face was pale, and there was no trace of blood on his lips. He replied weakly, “245380…”

Locke turned on his phone and looked up the call records, and found that there were no names on all the calls.

He put the phone in front of Saborian, and the guy immediately pointed out the number of “Butcher” Schalke.

Locke dialed it directly and turned on the hands-free function. The phone rang for a long time before it was connected. “Boss Saborian, what can I do for you?”

Locke replied, “Come over…”

Saborian, who was half dead on the sofa, stared at Locke in disbelief. This was clearly his voice.

For the first time, there was fear in his eyes.

The person on the other end of the phone asked, “How many?”

Locke replied, “Three…”

Sabrian was stunned for a moment, but soon reacted and sat up in a weird posture, his survival instinct bursting out.

“Biu…”

Locke shot casually, hitting the center of his eyebrows. The magical moment on Sabrian’s face was frozen, and he collapsed on the sofa again.

“…”

The other end of the phone was silent for two seconds, and asked, “Has the number of people changed?”

Locke replied, “No…”

The other party asked, “Where?”

Locke directly reported the name of the strip club and urged, “Come quickly, I don’t like the smell of blood…”

After hanging up the phone, Locke threw the phone on Sabrian’s body and shook his head.

These drug dealers are so unprofessional that they actually use Apple phones.

However, he didn’t expect that Sabrian, a gay, was so tough, which delayed a little time.

After kindly calling a body collection service for Sabrian, Locke left the strip club leisurely.

Except for three, uh, two corpses that couldn’t speak, no one knew he had been here, and no one knew he had left.

As soon as he walked out of the door, Locke attracted the attention of the fireflies again. They opened their clothes again, showing their bodies, hoping to be taken away.

Unfortunately, Locke didn’t even look at them from beginning to end. He walked straight across the street and got into the borrowed Ford Explorer.

He started the car and came to the back of the club.After parking the car, he laid down the seat and switched to Deborah’s perspective.

Yes, he brought Deborah out tonight.

An adult bald eagle can fly at a speed of 160 kilometers, but Deborah is only three months old and is far from reaching this speed.

So, it arrived later than Locke.

Looking down from the sky at night, San Diego’s city lights are shining brightly, not inferior to Los Angeles.

However, the city lights are mainly concentrated in the old city and the north of Chula Vista, and most of the border areas bordering Tijuana are dark.

On the contrary, in Tijuana, the most dazzling areas are mainly concentrated in the border areas near San Diego.

It gives people a feeling of being hot on the cold butt.

With the bald eagle’s super vision, Locke saw a lot of flashing lights in Tijuana, and he didn’t have to guess that there was a firefight.

It’s just a border, but from the air, it’s completely two worlds.

San Diego is peaceful and quiet, and even if there are crimes, they are hidden in the dark.

In Tijuana, at night, the crime will only become more rampant.

Locke suppressed the urge to fly over Tijuana for a visit and continued to fly over the club.

More than ten minutes later, a white Ford Transit entered the bald eagle’s field of vision.

The car drove from the south of Chula Vista, turned all the way and drove into the back door of the strip club, and passed by Locke’s Ford Explorer.

After the Ford Transit stopped, three people got out of it and walked into the strip club from the back door.

Not long after, many people poured out of the door of the strip club.

Obviously, with the reminder of “Butcher” Shakur, the people in the club had discovered that Saborian was dead.

The boss was dead, so the show tonight could not continue.

Half an hour later, Locke saw two bodies carried out of the back door of the club. He subconsciously thought that the body of little Karami, which he had placed in the utility room, had not been found.

But he realized in an instant that he was wrong. The body that was not carried out should belong to Saborian.

The body of the Mexican drug cartel leader will be taken to Mexico for burial.

Deborah followed the Ford Transit, gliding all the way, and soon found that the Transit drove into a forest near the Tijuana border.

The Tijuana River comes from Mexico, passes through the forest, and flows into the Pacific Ocean.

After a while, the car stopped in front of a building by the Tijuana River. Locke gently passed by and found the chimney on the roof.

It turned out to be a boilerman.