Destined to be with drug dealers!

Randy Casco has always been the mood lifter among patrol officers, naturally endowed with Black humor and comedic talent, proficient in mimicry and hip-hop, and claims to be a hip-hop superstar delayed by his police identity.

Naturally, Locke wouldn't dampen the mood and promptly returned a middle finger to Randy.

Randy laughed even more heartily, his mouth full of white teeth ready for a toothpaste commercial shoot, extending his fist to Locke. Locke retracted his middle finger and bumped fists with him.

"Bro, congratulations again on officially joining the LAPD."

"Thanks."

Randy then turned to Sergeant Mona and said, "Ada, Locke has passed his internship. I suggest assigning Locke and me to the same team. That way, the two most handsome men in Wilshire can be together, and any criminals who see us will surrender to our charm."

Locke was speechless, Randy's face was as dark as chocolate, and if you didn't look closely, you couldn't distinguish his features.

Doesn't this guy feel embarrassed?

Uh, he's black, so he wouldn't blush even if he wanted to.

Ah, that's how it is. Locke suddenly felt like he had unraveled the mystery of the world.

Listening to Randy's nonsense, Sergeant Mona nodded solemnly, "Good point."

Seeing Sergeant Mona's approval, Randy became even more excited. "Bro, let's leave old man David and join forces to protect peace and justice in Los Angeles."

Rookie Patrol Officer Elsa walked over with two lunches, saying coldly, "I heard that two handsome men being together for a long time will change their sexual orientation."

Randy's smile froze on his face. "Holy shit! Elsa, is that true?"

Elsa glanced coldly at Locke and nodded. "Of course, this is from a research report from Stanford."

Randy looked terrified and quickly said to Locke, "Sorry, Locke, I can't change my love for women, so unfortunately, I can't team up with you."

Locke stared at Elsa with disdain. Although he felt a bit nauseous at heart, he still cooperated, "That's too bad. It looks like I'll have to continue teaming up with old man David!"

Everyone was amused by Randy's antics. The LAPD is a highly focused profession, and lunchtime chatter is a rare time for relaxation. People like Randy, who are witty and humorous, are often the most popular.

At this moment, Locke's phone rang. He checked it and saw that it was a call from Marianne. He excused himself and went outside to answer the phone.

Marianne called to inquire about Locke's morning. Knowing that everything went smoothly, she felt relieved.

When Locke told her that his internship had ended early, Marianne expressed her congratulations, albeit reluctantly, and reminded him a few times. When he hung up, she reminded him again to call his dad.

If it weren't for Marianne's reminder, Locke would have forgotten to make this call. He glanced at the laughing group in the restaurant and called his old man.

On the phone, Locke informed Li Bo that he wanted to continue being a cop.

Li Bo was silent for a few seconds and said helplessly, "Okay, you're an adult now, and I respect your choice. But please take care of yourself. If something happens to you this time, Marianne will almost collapse."

Listening to the same words as Marianne, Locke couldn't help but smile and asked, "Daddy, are you with u..."

Li Bo's reaction was the same as Marianne's. "Your mom and I are working on our issues. But regardless of the outcome, we'll tell you first."

He then comforted Locke a few more times, advised him to be careful at work, and to take care of his younger siblings at home, to be a responsible older brother.

When he hung up the phone, he said he would send some money later for him to upgrade his equipment, especially his bulletproof vest.

Equipment for the Los Angeles Police Department can be self-funded, including firearms, bulletproof vests, etc., as long as they are registered.

After hanging up the phone, Locke couldn't help but laugh. Indeed, he was a Chinese dad!

"7ada15, resume patrol..."

"Py..."

Locke had just started the car when David asked, "Are you with Elsa?"

David, naturally, hadn't missed Elsa's hostile attitude towards Locke.

Locke hesitated, "I swear, our relationship only existed during training..."

David replied with a middle finger and snorted, "Don't let Captain Jones catch you. He doesn't like guys like you..."

Curious, he asked, "After the last shooting incident, shouldn't your parents have stopped you from continuing in the police force?"

Locke shrugged, "This is my life, isn't it?"

He turned to look at David and joked, "So, does Katherine have to be a coroner?"

David replied frankly, "I just don't want to end up like her mother, worried sick every day. Hey, kid, who allowed you to mention Katherine's name?"

Locke quipped, "David, you should reflect. Katherine's biggest obstacle to being single is you..."

The two of them bantered and started the afternoon patrol. Soon, they had a police call to help intercept a speeding car.

With Locke's driving skills, they quickly blocked the fleeing Mercedes. After handing over the car to the patrol car behind them, Locke drove away smoothly.

David held onto the handle above the car roof tightly, looking a bit nervous. "Kid, during your administrative leave, did you specialize in racing? You should go be a state trooper..."

Locke was about to speak when there was another police call on the radio, "DE2, Ford Street. Someone reported smelling a pungent odor, suspecting it to be a Soviet chemical gas bomb dropped on the US..."

A Soviet chemical gas bomb?

What the hell!

Locke was dumbfounded for a moment before replying on the radio, "7ada15, py..."

Locke and David quickly found the Soviet chemical gas bomb on Ford Street, looking at the house wrapped in white film and the pesticide company's van, everything became clear.

Locke asked, "Do we need to wear protective suits?"

David pushed open the car door, replying angrily, "Why don't you just inform the White House that the Soviets are attacking?"

"Forget it, I'm afraid the White House will believe it..."

Locke, holding back a laugh, replied with a de6 - leaving the car to investigate on the radio and got out of the car. At the same time, he activated the body camera on his chest.

David was standing next to the pesticide company's van. There was no one in the car, and he was verifying the information about the company using the walkie-talkie.

Locke walked over, staring at the house wrapped in film, shrugged his nose. There was indeed a smell in the air, but it was already very faint. He couldn't identify the smell, but if he guessed correctly, it should be coming from inside the house.

"The vehicle information checks out..."

After confirming the information about this vehicle, David put away the walkie-talkie. This vehicle is

 indeed registered under the name of this pest control company. Therefore, the smell complained about by the informant was most likely the smell of the pesticide leaking from the company.

He put away the walkie-talkie and walked towards the house.

Although there seemed to be no problem, Locke still followed the walking pattern he had during training, lagging five steps behind David. The two walked in a diagonal line, with Locke's hand always on his Glock 17, vigilantly alert to the surroundings.

The staff inside the house should have noticed Locke and David. Without waiting for the two to knock on the door, they walked out on their own.

The two were wearing white protective suits, with gas masks and goggles, and yellow corrosion-resistant rubber gloves on their hands.

Seeing the two cooperating like this, Locke's tense heart couldn't help but relax a bit. However, as the two came out, a corner of the house's film was lifted, and he smelled another smell, stronger than before, and even a bit pungent.

Locke's heart skipped a beat, and the relaxed feeling he had just had vanished instantly, and his nerves became even tighter.

He was familiar with this smell. After all, he had chemistry l3 and had done this kind of experiment. Wasn't this the smell after the reaction of ephedrine?

He instantly knew what had happened here. He was really destined to encounter drug dealers!

But these drug dealers are really talented!

They actually came up with the idea of using the smell of pesticides to cover up the smell of drug manufacturing!