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

In the morning, in the locker room of the Wilshire Police Department.

After Randy Casco changed his clothes, he did not leave, but told everyone about the scene of visiting Nathan in the hospital over the weekend.

He looked jealous and said exaggeratedly: “Damn, you didn’t see how happy this guy is. It’s incredible that he can find true love while in the hospital. You don’t know how well Martha took care of him. He has gained weight. Guys, we can make a bet. I bet this guy may say goodbye to LAPD after he is discharged from the hospital. Does anyone want to join…”

“I bet he will continue to stay in LAPD, 10 US dollars…”

“Count me in, 5 US dollars…”

“I bet he will leave, 10 US dollars…”

“…”

Randy stretched out his hand, walked in front of everyone, and took the money one by one. His movements were very smooth. He did this kind of thing many times.

When passing by Locke, he said to Locke who was tying his shoelaces: “Come on, bro, where’s your money?”

Locke looked up and said to David on his right: “David, I don’t have change, I’ll buy you a cup of coffee later…”

David took out another $10, “What are you betting?”

Locke replied: “Same as you…”

Randy took the money from David, clapped his hands and shouted: “Guys, the answer will be revealed next week!”

Soon everyone dressed neatly and came to the duty room. Before starting patrol every day, Captain Jones would hold a regular meeting, mainly to summarize the work of the past week, which blocks to focus on, and what types of cases to pay attention to.

After the morning meeting, Captain Jones announced the adjournment, but he kept Locke, and David also stayed automatically.

Captain Jones looked at Locke with a serious face and said, “Locke, you have been complained…”

“7Adam15, start patrol…”

“Copy…”

David stared at Locke curiously, and when he put down the hand radio, he couldn’t help asking, “Why are you not affected at all?”

Locke shrugged and replied calmly: “Didn’t I know that he would complain about me?”

Yes, Locke was complained by the white reporter in the case last Thursday. Captain Jones just came to him to understand the details of the complaint.

David was speechless about Locke’s indifferent attitude, “Well, you mentioned it last time, Chinese wisdom, right! But you have to know that too many complaints will affect your resume…”

Locke knew that David meant well, and nodded, “I know, I will pay attention in the future, uh, there is a Starbucks here, I’m going to buy coffee…”

Locke was about to pull over when the radio rang.

“Zizi, Koreatown, someone called the police and was robbed…”

“7Adam15, copy…”

I don’t know if it’s because it’s Monday, all kinds of things and accidents have to go to work. Locke and David were busy all morning, and various police reports came one after another.

It wasn’t until 11 o’clock that the two had time to stop for a cup of coffee.

At the entrance of the Wilton Theater, Locke and David each held a glass of iced American coffee and leaned against the police car. The windows were lowered to facilitate the first hearing of the police.

David asked: “How was your weekend?”

Locke told about his family’s weekend return to Lebec, and casually asked: “What about you? Did you go fishing again?”

David shook his head and said: “No, I took advantage of Catherine’s absence and renovated the roof of my house this weekend…”

“This is a big project…”

Locke was amazed. Sometimes he had to admire Americans. Because labor is too expensive, many American men are forced to become all-rounders and have super hands-on ability.

“Zizizi…, No. 55, Biluo Street, the cleaner called the police and found that a tenant had died of gunshot…”

Locke and David looked at each other and hurried back to the car. Locke picked up the walkie-talkie immediately, “7Adam15, copy…”

Biero Street is only two blocks away from the Wilton Theater. Locke and his team arrived at the apartment building where the case was reported in less than 2 minutes and found that a police car had been parked downstairs.

David glanced and said, “It’s Mark and Teddy’s patrol car…”

After the two went upstairs, they found that Mark and Teddy had set up a cordon for the scene and were guarding the door to protect the scene.

Seeing Locke and David coming, Mark immediately said, “The case has been transferred to the Detective Bureau, and the people from the Detective Bureau are on the way…”

David complained, “When did the Detective Bureau become so idle!”

Generally speaking, ordinary criminal cases will be handled by the detective team of the branch at the beginning, and they will be transferred to the Detective Bureau only when they are too difficult.

Locke glanced sideways into the room and could only see the living room, not the body of the victim. The room was also very neat and clean.

Mark asked with a smile: “Do you want to go in and take a look? The scene is not too bloody…” Locke shook his head: “Forget it, I don’t want to register my footprints!”

This was his first time at a murder scene since he joined the LAPD. Well, he had committed three murders himself.

After a while, the detectives arrived, and with the forensics department behind them, there were more than a dozen people, a mighty and impressive force.

After seeing that the person walking in front was Tom Williams, Locke was speechless. Was there no one else in the detective department?

Tom Williams saw that he didn’t even look at Locke, and walked straight into the apartment. Sophia, who followed him, smiled and nodded at Locke, and excitedly introduced to the people behind him: “This is Locke Lee from the Wilshire Police Department…”

The white detective behind Sophia immediately stopped, looked at Locke curiously, and stretched out his hand to him, “Dean Dyson, I’ve heard of you for a long time, and it’s nice to meet you!”

Locke was a little speechless, stretched out his hand and shook him, “Nice to meet you, Detective Dean!”

A black man with a cold face behind Dean Dyson was very strong and looked like a force. He glanced at Locke coldly, “It’s you who rejected Captain Tom! Apart from being a pretty boy, there’s nothing special about you!”

Sophia shouted in dissatisfaction in front, “Jimmy…”

The black man snorted coldly and then walked into the apartment.

The forensic personnel behind the black man, the front one was a blond white man wearing black-framed glasses and a suit, he was very young, looked at Locke with an inquiring look, and didn’t say anything.

The detectives and forensic personnel of the Detective Bureau who followed closely also cast curious eyes on Locke.

Obviously, Locke was already well-known in the Detective Bureau.

Soon, the people of the Detective Bureau filled the apartment, and Locke and his four companions could only stand outside to protect the scene.

After a while, Tom Williams was heard giving orders in the room in an orderly manner, his voice was calm and concise, just like a computer command.

“Dean, find the cleaner who reported the case, I want a detailed record…”

“Jimmy, find the manager of the apartment, I want to know all the information of the deceased, and send it to Emily as soon as possible after getting the information of the deceased, to see if there is any information of the deceased in the database…”

“Also, I want all the surveillance of the apartment building…”

“Sophia, call Alvin and ask him to check all the surveillance near the apartment and find suspicious suspects…”

“William, when can you tell me the time of death of the deceased?”

“…”