North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Anna Davis has higher access rights, but she is also on vacation today. Fortunately, her home computer can connect to the lapd intranet.

After hearing Locke's explanation of the cause and effect, she took it seriously and immediately put the photos into the system database for comparison, but there was no match.

In other words, the beard is not on the wanted list in the federal police database.

Locke was immediately dumbfounded. Could it be that his lip reading was wrong? He saw with his own eyes that Luo Xi said that he was wanted.

He hurriedly picked up the portrait of the bearded man and carefully recalled the bearded face. He immediately discovered the problem and said, "Captain, I suspect he has had plastic surgery!"

Anna Davis did not respond to Locke, but asked: "When did you start learning lip reading?"

Locke knew that Anna Desway had doubts about him knowing this information through lip reading, so he could only lie, "I started learning when I was on the rugby team. The team sometimes needed to recognize lip signs, but at that time I only knew a few." Simple words, I learned them systematically after joining lapd, and I even bought related books..."

He really bought the book, that's not a lie.

Anna Davis pondered for a moment and said: "Okay, I believe you. I will ask the data analysis team to re-identify it. If there is any news, I will notify you immediately. You must not act rashly..."

"understand……"

After hanging up the phone, Locke breathed a sigh of relief. He was very sure of his judgment.

Although his lip reading is only L1, his forensic skills are L3. Coupled with L2 of micro-expression analysis and L2 of sketching, his understanding of the contours of human faces has reached a professional level.

"Can I see it?"

"Of course!"

Locke handed the portrait in his hand to Jennifer. She took the portrait and lowered her head to study it. Her expression was very focused and exuded intellectual beauty.

After 2 minutes, she raised her head and said: "This face has indeed undergone surgery. The jaw, palate, cheekbones and nasal bones have all been slightly adjusted. The technique is so good that it is almost invisible. He must be the top plastic surgeon in the industry." …”

She asked curiously: "How did you find out?"

Locke smiled slightly. Can he say that he also studied medicine? And the level is no worse than hers!

He said: "Don't forget that I can sketch..."

Jennifer looked astonished, bit her thin lips lightly, ripples appeared in her blue eyes, and nodded: "Yes, sketching also requires studying the contours of the human body. I really didn't expect that you can be so good at sketching even though you play football!"

Locke's heart suddenly shook, he put his hand on her tight thigh, rubbed it twice, and said regretfully: "It's a pity, I was looking forward to you wearing a bikini..."

"Why are you sorry?"

With that said, Jennifer took off the T-shirt directly, revealing the dark green Victoria's Secret lace bra underneath.

Locke suddenly became distracted and instantly forgot about the wanted man with a beard and the FBI.

After that night, he couldn't forget Jennifer!

Just as Locke was about to unbutton Jennifer's jeans, his phone rang.

The call was from Anna Davis and I had to answer it.

"Locke, you are right, he had plastic surgery. This man is the FBI's most wanted criminal, named Harry Beilein. He is the boss of the notorious Buffalo Gang in Nevada. He has been active in Las Vegas, manufacturing He was involved in many murders and kidnappings, and disappeared mysteriously after being wanted. I didn’t expect to be discovered by you today. I have already reported this matter to the FBI, and the FBI will contact you later..."

On the phone, Anna Davis's voice was much more solemn than before, verifying Harry Beilein's identity, and the information Locke identified through lip reading was true.

Harry Beilein is planning a terrorist attack in Las Vegas. This is definitely a big deal.

Locke replied calmly: "Understood, I will cooperate with the FBI."

Anna Davis reminded: "You only need to tell the FBI the information you know. You can refuse any unreasonable demands they have. The LAPD and FBI are equal..."

"Understood……"

Locke instantly understood what Anna meant. The incident in Las Vegas had nothing to do with lapd. They only needed to convey the information and could not take risks for this matter.

After hanging up the phone, Locke apologized to Jennifer: "It seems I can't go swimming..."

Jennifer took off her jeans unhurriedly. Her lower body was also in the same lace underwear, showing her slimness, and her two white thighs, slender and toned.

She raised her butt, turned around, and prepared to climb into the back seat. She turned to Locke and smiled: "Can't you be the King of the Sea on land?"

Locke understood instantly and protected her considerately. After she climbed into the back seat, he moved the front seats forward, then got out of the car and went to the back seat.

After arriving in the back row, he folded the back row seats, otherwise, he really couldn't use the small back row space of the G55.

Soon, the car seemed to be disturbed by the waves not far away, and it also rose and fell with the waves, attracting playful looks from tourists passing by.

……

"Boom...boom..."

Locke was hugging Jennifer and enjoying the afterglow of pleasure. He was suddenly startled. He looked out the window and saw two agents in FBI uniforms standing on the left side of the car.

He subconsciously wanted to cover it up, but then he thought that the windows of the car were covered with privacy films. The inside could be seen outside, but the outside could not see inside clearly.

After calming down, Locke realized that the FBI knew what they were doing inside, and they must have been watched just now.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have waited until the incident was over before knocking on the window, and I wouldn't have stood in front of the front windshield and looked in.

Locke put on his underwear with a shy look on his face, "Let's go. I was so involved just now that I didn't even realize how long the FBI people had been here. This time I was very embarrassed."

Seeing Jennifer still lying motionless with a lazy expression on her side, showing no intention of getting dressed, I couldn't help but slap her on the butt.

He finally discovered that this woman was not an ordinary avant-garde thinker, and she didn't feel any shame in exposing her body.

After receiving a slap, Jennifer slowly put on her underwear. While buttoning her bra, she tilted her head and asked, "Why does it feel better this time than last time? Is it because I was in the car?"

Locke was originally a little unhappy with this woman's behavior of not taking his body seriously, but after hearing what she said, he couldn't help but laugh.

It was still L2 last time, but now it is L3. Can it be the same?

He urged: "Put your clothes on first. You have to study. There is plenty of time in the evening to study..."

Locke took the initiative to help her get the T-shirt and jeans from the front row, and then he put on the pants with difficulty.

After Jennifer got dressed, he opened the car door with a T-shirt. He really couldn't wear a T-shirt in the car.

Standing barefoot on the beach, Locke put on a T-shirt while sizing up the two FBI agents in front of him. A middle-aged black man with a bald head looked very serious and was staring at him unswervingly.

The other agent was a young blond white woman with a ponytail. She looked very capable and sharp, and she looked at him with a bit of inquiry and amusement in her eyes.

The black bald agent showed Locke his FBI ID and asked, "I am Senior Agent Hunter, this is Agent Teresa, are you Lapad Police Officer Locke Lee?"