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Seeing that Tom Williams did not let Locke leave, Dean Dyson continued, “We all know that the identity of the deceased, Had Thomas, is fake. Emily just thought of a case. Some time ago, the FBI was chasing the first-level wanted criminal, the Las Vegas Buffalo Gang leader Harry Beilein. Someone from the LAPD compared the big data and compared the plastic surgery Harry Beilein…” When he said this, Tom Williams and Sophia looked at Locke at the same time. Dean Dyson paused for a moment, and also looked at Locke curiously, asking, “What’s wrong?” Tom Williams replied, “It’s okay, you continue…” Locke was already numb. Since they knew he could lip read, they should also know clearly the role he played in the case of catching Harry Beilein. He made up his mind in his heart that if he trusted the FBI again in the future, he would be a dog. Dean Dyson tapped the tablet in his hand and said, “So Emily also tried to restore the face of Had Thomas, but she didn’t expect that she really found him. In the system, this person is dead. But whether it is this person or not, we still have to wait for the final DNA comparison…” As he said that, he handed the tablet in his hand to Tom Williams. Tom Williams stared at the tablet, slid his finger down, and showed a thoughtful look, “It’s the usual operation of this gang of scumbags. Even this kind of scum was saved. It seems that the murderer is a Robin Hood!” His expression suddenly became cold and stern. Seeing Locke staring at the tablet in his hand curiously, he smiled sadly, “Want to see it? Here, as a gift in return for the information you just shared, we are even!” Dean Dyson frowned and wanted to stop him. The level of this information in the database is a bit high, and Locke is not qualified to see it. But in the end he just shrugged and said nothing. “Thank you!” Locke was indeed curious. He took the tablet, stared at the information on the screen, read ten lines at a glance, slid his finger, and learned about the life of the deceased. The person in the tablet is called Ferlain Alphonse, who is dead. He is the most famous pimp in Paris, France, and the boss of the largest human trafficking organization in Europe.

His organization specializes in luring young girls from Eastern Europe to Paris for prostitution, and supplies these high-quality girls to wealthy politicians in Europe. He has also built a huge network of contacts.

Sometimes, in order to serve customers with special requirements, he will kidnap beautiful girls from different countries who come to Paris for tourism.

All the girls who enter Ferlain Alphonse’s organization will be redeemed by the customers if they are lucky after serving the excellent customers.

Those who are unlucky will be killed if they meet shady customers.

Some who have not served big people will be sent to brothels on the streets of Paris to make use of their remaining heat and squeeze out the last drop of oil.

Because they have been controlled by drugs for a long time, most of these prostitutes are seriously ill in the end. After death, they are directly sent to the crematorium and finally poured into the Seine.

It is conservatively estimated that there are at least 3,000 women who died in Ferlain Alphonse’s organization. Because it is impossible to count, this data will only be more terrifying.

Even though Locke lived in a gray world in his previous life and had seen many unscrupulous things, he still felt his scalp tingling when he saw the crimes of Ferlan Alphonse.

This person’s crimes are simply too numerous to list!

According to the information, Ferlan Alphonse died in a pursuit by the French police. During the pursuit, his yacht exploded in the waters of Monaco, and finally his body was completely destroyed.

Obviously, this guy was rescued by the CIA.

The CIA should have taken a fancy to the privacy of the powerful and wealthy businessmen in Ferlan Alphonse’s hands, so they rescued him.

Uh, or, maybe Ferlan Alphonse was a CIA member from the beginning.

Locke calmed down and asked, “Are you sure Hard Thomas is Ferlan Alphonse?”

He had seen Hard Thomas’ body before, and the body was lowered, so he did not see his face.

Tom Williams had regained his composure, and stood up and said, “You can go and have a look. After all, you have experience in this area…”

Locke nodded, returned the tablet to Dean Dyson, and said to Sophia, “Please give me two pairs of gloves!”

Sophia was waiting to see the information on the tablet, but after hearing Locke’s words, she had to turn around and ask the forensic personnel for two pairs of latex gloves, and gave him a Honeywell N95 mask.

After giving the gloves and mask to Locke, she was stunned for a moment.

Why do I listen to this guy so much? Is it because he is handsome?

Locke put on the gloves and mask slowly, and then walked into the bedroom. Hard Thomas’ body had been taken down from the rattan chair and was lying on a body bag.

Tom WilliamsSi watched Locke walk into the bedroom with a suspicious look, as if he had discovered something interesting.

Sophia took the tablet from Dean and was about to look at the information. Seeing his expression, she asked curiously, “What’s wrong?”

Tom Williams touched his chin and smiled, “He just asked you for two pairs of gloves, and he is not afraid of corpses or dirt at all. Don’t you think this is interesting? He has only been in LAPD for less than 8 months, and he is just a rookie…”

Dean Dyson nodded and said, “It is indeed a bit exaggerated. Only William would wear two pairs of gloves…”

…

William Worrell was carefully observing the wound on Hard Thomas’ body, hoping to find a trace, muttering, “The blade is one inch wide, thick on the top and thin on the bottom, and there is a bloodletting groove. What kind of dagger can form such a wound?”

“Could it be a bayonet?”

William looked up and found that it was Locke. He frowned subconsciously and wanted to ask him why he came in?

But seeing that he was dressed neatly, Captain Tom and others outside did not stop him. They swallowed the words on their lips and changed their words to ask: “Are you studying forensic medicine?”

“No…”

Locke shook his head and squatted on the other side of the body. “Captain Tom suspected that the deceased had plastic surgery. Let me come in and take a look. I am good at sketching and have some knowledge of human skulls…”

“Ah, plastic surgery?”

William hurriedly looked at Hard Thomas’s face. The bullet was shot from his nose bridge. His nose bone was broken and his face was actually a little damaged.

Locke compared Hard Thomas’s face with the photo of Ferlan Alphonse he had just seen. The forehead was almost the same, and the ears and the lower part of the nose bridge should have been cut.

He reached out and picked up a piece of nasal bone fragment and confirmed that the nasal bone was cut and not natural.

Locke handed the nose bone to William and nodded, “Plastic surgery, you see…”

Now that the identity has been confirmed, Locke didn’t want to stay in this room any longer. He walked out of the bedroom, took off his gloves, and nodded to Tom Williams, “Plastic surgery, it is indeed Ferlan Alphonse!”

Tom Williams’ face was calm and asked, “Locke, do you believe in justice?”

Locke was stunned, and didn’t understand why he suddenly asked such a lofty question.

But Tom Williams didn’t seem to want him to answer, and said to himself, “Justice is a pile of shit, because it was given by those dogs…”

He stood up and patted Locke on the shoulder, “Remember what happened today, the justice we pursue is not necessarily justice!”

Locke watched Tom Williams go downstairs and turned to look at Sophia.

Sophia shrugged, “You just get used to it, he is like this, occasionally saying some inexplicable words…”

Locke stared at Tom Williams’ figure disappearing around the corner, and suddenly felt that this guy didn’t seem so disgusting.