North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 160 The sage who moved three times

Before Locke and David even approached the office, they heard a roar full of fuck coming from inside.

"Your mother and I each worked three jobs, and our family just moved out of that damn Compton..."

"Is this how you fucking repay us?"

"Did I fucking warn you not to associate with those bed bugs again?"

"Fuck, you are a piece of trash that only deserves to live in Compton..."

"..."

"Boom...boom..."

The office door was opened, and a middle-aged black man with an angry face appeared at the door. There was also a black woman wiping tears standing inside. Judging from the clothes of the two, the man should belong to the blue-collar class, and the woman should have a more professional job. low end.

Jack Wallis, the black boy seen in the previous video, was sitting on a chair with his head lowered. When he saw Locke and David in police uniforms, his eyes shrank and a look of fear appeared on his face, but he instantly returned to indifference.

"Mr. Wallis, we are the Wilshire Police Department. My name is Locke and this is my colleague David. Can we talk to Jack?"

Now when the police go out, Locke basically takes the lead, and David cooperates.

The anger on Mr. Wallis's face disappeared instantly, leaving only solemnity. He turned to look at his son and asked in a deep voice: "Do I need to call my lawyer?"

Locke glanced at Jack Wallis, who looked cold and unruly, and said calmly: "We are just asking a few questions, but if you want to call a lawyer, I can wait..."

Mr. Wallis hesitated and then asked, "Can I observe?"

Locke nodded: "Of course!"

Mr. Wallis breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly: "Then I have no questions, just ask!"

Locke walked into the office, pulled up a chair and sat across from Jack Wallis. Jack Wallis seemed to want to prove his courage, looking directly at Locke with cold eyes and a cold expression.

Locke was silent for a few seconds, without asking directly, and said in a deep voice: "Jack, you have a great father, and what he did is very similar to a story I heard before. I heard a story about a mother who, in order to let Her son had a good learning environment and moved three times. Later, her son became a great sage, a thinker, a philosopher, a politician, and an educator..."

"Because his mother knows very well that the environment is too important for minors who have not yet matured mentally. If you make friends with people who are optimistic and laugh, you will become cheerful. If you play with people who like sports, your body will be healthy. You will become stronger. If you play with smart people, you will also become like thinking..."

"Everyone's destiny is in their own hands. Your parents took you away from Compton. You should have a completely different life. You may be a dentist or a lawyer in the future. Of course, there are Maybe a rapper or a rugby player..."

"Jack, skin color is innate, but we can choose our own life..."

"It's Dick..."

Jack Wallis clenched his trembling fists, "Dick found me and asked me to help him bulk up. He said that although we are separated, we will always be homie..."

Mr. Wallis yelled, "I knew this son of a bitch, I was going to shoot him. He wanted to destroy you..."

Ten minutes later, Locke put away his notebook and collected all the basic information that could be collected. Next, they needed to feed the information back to see if the police detective team would take over or transfer it to the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration).

Mr. and Mrs. Wallis sent Locke and David out of the door. Mr. Wallis took the initiative to shake Locke's hand and said gratefully: "Officer Locke, thank you very much. You saved Jack and our family. You are a good man!"

Locke replied: "This is what I should do. Jack is a good kid. He knows how to choose. We will tell the truth here at the school. He was just taken advantage of. We should give him another chance..."

Mr. Wallis was immediately moved and said, "Thank you, thank you so much!"

In fact, according to current California laws and regulations, Jack Wallis is most likely fine. California law stipulates that if less than 50 grams of leaves are sold to minors, merchants will only be fined and their licenses will be confiscated, and they will not be held criminally responsible.

The black guy who instigated Jack Wallis to bulk-carry was also a minor, so the punishment would only be a reprimand at most.

The school won't punish them too harshly, and the black people now have their own buffs.

After leaving the teaching building, David showed a smile on his face and praised: "Locke, you handled this case very well. I didn't expect that you also have such an emotional side and are so persuasive that you influenced him. I thought you would show your toughness. Scare him, that kid will look like a strong-willed guy..."

He didn't have a good impression of Xiao Hei who sold leaves to his classmates at school. He had seen this kind of bad thing too much and had no sympathy for him.

Locke shrugged, "I just want to give him another chance. It's really not easy for his parents!"

David also nodded and said: "There are really not many black people at the bottom who have such a vision!"

He punched Locke and said with a smile: "However, next time you make up a story, can you be more reliable? Why don't I know which saint in American history had such a childhood experience? Martin Luther King?"

Locke replied angrily: "I'm talking about a Chinese sage!"

David was startled, stared at Locke twice, frowned, and said helplessly: "I always forget that you are of mixed Chinese descent..."

Back in the patrol car, Locke and David went directly back to the Wilshire Police Station. This kind of case that requires follow-up requires going back for handover, and the patrol officer will not always be in charge.

After they submit the investigation transcript, we will see whether the branch police detective team will be responsible for it or whether it will be handed over directly to the DEA.

But there is little chance of handing it over to the DEA. After all, this case is too small.

An hour later, Locke and the others started patrolling again, but they went directly to the nearby Panda Express. They had missed their meal and it was too late to go to the Mexican restaurant.

When Locke was about to turn, he suddenly saw a truck on the Tramond Bridge ahead losing control and crashing into a car traveling in the same direction, sending the car flying off the bridge and into the Los Angeles River below.

"Fuck!"

"damn it!"

Locke immediately turned the steering wheel and drove forward, turning on the police lights and siren at the same time.

David also picked up the radio to report, "7adam15, code3, there was a car accident on the Tramond Bridge. A black car was hit by a green truck and fell into the Los Angeles River. Firefighting support and ambulance are needed..."

When Locke and the others arrived by car, they only saw the truck that had hit the guardrail of the bridge. The left front wheel of the truck was shriveled. The driver's door was open, but the driver was not seen.

Not caring about looking for the driver now, Locke hurriedly ran to the railing to check. The car had already sunk into the black bottom, and only bubbles could be seen rising from the bottom of the river.

He took out his cell phone, untied his duty rig and walkie-talkie, and handed them to David.

David grabbed him, looked at him solemnly, and said nothing.

Locke naturally understood what he meant and smiled: "Don't worry, I won't mess around. My swimming skills are very good. Really. Let me go down first and see if there is any chance?"

He thought for a moment and took out the Glock G18 from the holster. It was not easy to break the glass underwater.

"thump!"

Locke jumped directly from the bridge into the deep river. This place is very close to the outlet and is the deepest section of the Los Angeles River.