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

The quiet forest, the blazing fire, the bodies scattered on the ground, and the numb boilerman, everything is so harmonious and beautiful.

After lighting another furnace, Locke sat on a wooden chair with some patina at the door. Under the dim light, his face looked uncertain.

Although the furnace was well sealed, the air was still filled with the smell of burning corpses. He found that he was not used to this smell now.

After switching to Deborah’s perspective and observing the surrounding movements, Locke took out the Nokia 8250 mobile phone from the space.

After changing a phone card, he recalled the tone of Jack Williams’ speech and dialed a number.

Not far away lay the bodies of “Butcher” Shaker and two followers. The blood had soaked the bodies. Because the three of them were shot in the head, there was some white brain matter mixed in the blood.

The naked body placed on the stainless steel chopping board was no longer bleeding, and the body exuded the unique fishy smell of the body.

Compared to the stinking smell of the burnt corpse, Locke prefers the sweet smell of blood. He frowned because the call was delayed.

Just as he was about to hang up, the call was finally connected.

The suppressed voice of the gang lawyer Sean Pierce came from the microphone, “Hello…”

Locke immediately guessed what Sean Pierce was doing just now, and couldn’t help but smile playfully, “Lawyer Pierce, I’m sorry to bother you…”

“Oh, Mr. Williams…”

Sean Pierce immediately recognized his voice, “I’ve been waiting for your call…”

Locke interrupted Sean Pierce, “Sorry, Lawyer Pierce, I already know the result of the matter I entrusted you to investigate last time, but I will still pay half of the fee…”

Jack Williams has never been a generous person, otherwise, he would not disguise himself as a poor retired old man.

Sean Pierce said regretfully: “Well, I did find some information. However, it is obvious that you received the news earlier than me, otherwise, you would not have made arrangements in advance. The backbone of Black Jack disappeared from Los Angeles…”

“…”

Locke was silent for three seconds before asking: “Lawyer Pierce, can I know what you found? After all, I will pay you 100,000 US dollars…”

“Mr. Williams, I have to say that you are the smartest one among the big guys I know…”

Sean Pierce said half flatteringly and half sarcastically, “It’s the FBI, But my informant said that the Los Angeles FBI branch has been entangled in other cases recently and has not had time to take action against you…”

Locke said calmly: “It seems that our information is consistent, Lawyer Pierce, I will deposit the money into your account as soon as possible. I came to see you tonight because I have another matter to entrust you…”

Although 200,000 became 100,000, Sean Pierce did not neglect it at all, and hurriedly said: “You say…”

Locke hesitated for a moment and said: “Lawyer Pierce, I have always trusted you…”

“…”

Sean Pierce realized the weight of this commission and said solemnly: “Mr. Williams, you can always trust me…”

Locke said: “Peter Turner’s 48% stake in Derek Used Car Company is held on behalf of others. This guy died suddenly, and I need you to return these shares to the original owner…”

“…”

Sean Pierce Pierce hesitated for a moment and asked, “Mr. Williams, are these shares in your name?”

Locke replied, “No, these shares belong to two offshore companies registered in the British Virgin Islands…”

Sean Pierce asked again, “Are the proxy holding agreements you signed with Peter Turner before real and valid?”

Locke corrected, “Lawyer Pierce, these shares are not mine, they belong to those two offshore companies, and they also signed the proxy holding agreement with Peter Turner…”

Sean Pierce replied, “Mr. Williams, that’s very simple. As long as all the documents are real and valid, we only need to do a third-party notarization and apply for a change in the company’s equity information…”

“Very good, I will have someone send you the relevant documents later…”

Locke has consulted Marian and Li Bo, and is also familiar with the procedure. He knows that it is easy to get back the shares held by Peter Turner.

He then asked, “Lawyer Pierce, the 14.7% of shares held by Theresa Turner in Derek Second-Hand Company is the compensation we promised to Peter Turner. Now that the Turners are dead, we want to get these shares back…” Sean Pierce replied, “Mr. Williams, I need to first find out whether Theresa Turner has direct relatives who can inherit these shares. If not, thenSome shares may be auctioned off…”

After hanging up the phone with Sean Pierce, Locke changed two phone cards, one for Tommy Levine, the general manager of Derek Used Car Company, and the other for Jimmy Collyart, the first confidant of “Black Jack”.

He informed Tommy Levine about the change of the company’s equity, and called Jimmy Collyart to ask him to transfer money to Sean Pierce.

Putting the phone back into the space, Locke couldn’t help but sigh.

In fact, Derek Used Car Company no longer has much appeal to him.

The reason why he still spent energy on this company was nothing more than not wanting his plan for this company to end in failure.

More importantly, he has now taken over Derek Used Car Company, which has already No need to play dirty tricks anymore.

He has a new idea for the company, he wants to make a cake.

…

A club in Inglewood, Los Angeles.

After finishing the phone call in the cigar room, Sean Pierce returned to the room naked. There were three people in the room, two women and one man.

The air was filled with alcohol, cigars, and lewd smells.

Sean Pierce picked up a glass of red wine and drank it all. The blonde woman who had been waiting on the side immediately knelt in front of him and continued her previous work.

He touched the woman’s head and said to the middle-aged white man who was enjoying the sage time on the sofa and stroking a golden retriever like a cat: “Andrew, you will never guess who called just now?”

Andrew Smith opened his eyes and pondered: “From your tone, I know you. Could it be that old fox Jack Williams? This old thing is not dead? ”

He is the gangster boss of Inglewood, mainly engaged in drug trafficking, prostitution, smuggling and other businesses. He is also one of the gangsters involved in the money laundering project of Derek’s Used Car Company.

Sean Pierce nodded and sat on the sofa, changing to a more comfortable position.

Andrew Smith was shocked. “Fuck, the old man Jack Williams is not dead! Well, I understand what you mean. Whether you believe it or not, I don’t want to get involved in Derek’s Used Car Company. Even Beech Water is dead, so I won’t get involved?”

Sean Pierce shrugged, “Andrew, as a friend, this is a friendly reminder. The FBI has already targeted this company, and Jack Williams has returned your money…”

Andrew Smith asked, “What does the old fox Jack Williams want from you?”

Sean Pierce said with a serious face, “Andrew, you know, I can live so long because I keep my mouth tight, tighter than Miss Barbie’s mouth! ”

As he said, he patted the woman’s head in reward.