Chapter 132
Facing a group of bigwigs, Locke was not afraid at all. He told them everything that had just happened. How he found the gunman, tracked the gunman, and when the FBI’s tracking was discovered by the gunman, he had to take the initiative to attack. Then he watched the terrorists bombard the LAPD’s intercepted vehicle with rockets, and had to shoot the terrorists on the roof of the Chevrolet Trailblazer.
Later, he watched Johnny Dyson torture and kill two police officers again. After losing his vision, he had to abandon the car, causing the car to lose control and run over Johnny Dyson.
Then an unknown sniper suddenly appeared and wanted to kill two FBI agents to silence them. How the SWAT team bravely rescued and counterattacked, and how he used the opportunity won by SWAT to shoot the sniper.
Finally, he confessed his relationship with the FBI and what he did for the FBI.
…
After Locke finished speaking, there was silence in the conference room.
Although the bigwigs already knew a general idea, now hearing Locke repeat it in person, it felt like watching a Hollywood police and gangster blockbuster, and there was always a sense of unreality.
Looking at Locke with a bit of amazement, Harry Thomas and Garrett Miller, the director of the Western Division, who already knew Locke very well, had their own thoughts in their hearts.
It was still Director Michael Moen who broke the silence. He turned his head and told Fred Wallis, the director of the Info and Communications Services Bureau behind him: “Contact the FBI. The FBI needs to give us an explanation. Why did they not take action after discovering Johnny Dyson? Why did Johnny Dyson attack the police officers we were awarding medals under the surveillance of the FBI and carry out terrorist attacks in Los Angeles? This is a serious provocation to the LAPD…”
“I’ll call them now…”
Fred Wallis immediately stood up and walked out of the meeting room.
The current director of the Operations Department, Harold Cardwell, frowned and stared at Locke, questioning: “Since you have discovered Johnny Dyson’s identity, why didn’t you report it to the LAPD?”
The eyes of the bigwigs in the meeting room instantly turned to Locke, this time with scrutiny.
Yes, if the LAPD knew Johnny Dyson’s identity in advance, they could take action in advance, and then this disaster would not have happened.
Locke was stunned and said, “But, isn’t the case of the Copernicus terrorist organization handled by the FBI?”
Many bigwigs who didn’t know the whole story suddenly realized that the FBI was in charge of the case.
Harold Cardwell’s expression froze, and he continued, “Even if the case is FBI’s, you should report it to your boss. Don’t forget your identity. You are a LAPD first, and then a shitty FBI consultant…”
Locke said seriously, “Sir, once you are LAPD, you are LAPD for life. I have always kept it in mind. It’s just because the FBI told us that Johnny Dyson was involved in the terrorist ‘doctor’. This matter involves national security and needs to be kept strictly confidential, so…”
In the eyes of the bigwigs, any explanation is a provocation to his majesty.
Harold Cardwell raised his eyebrows, his eyes turned cold, and just as he was about to speak, Harry Thomas next to him spoke first.
Harry Thomas looked at Locke with appreciation and said with a smile: “Okay, Harold, he is still a child, don’t scare him. Don’t forget that he just used his bravery and fearlessness to maintain the honor and dignity of the LAPD. He just won a life-saving medal an hour ago. If nothing unexpected happens, he will also receive a medal of courage. So, don’t be so harsh on our heroes in the Operations Department!” Harold Cardwell heard a lot of information from his former boss’s words, and his expression changed immediately. He smiled and said: “He will take a more important position in the future. I just don’t want him to make the same mistake again…” Locke immediately stood up and saluted, “Thank you for your teachings, sir!”
At this time, the silver-haired old man next to Chief Markel Moen suddenly asked: “Can anyone answer my doubts? Why is such a brave and fearless police officer who is as omnipotent as Ethan Hunt still only a second-level police officer without even a police rank? I think you are not paying enough attention to outstanding police officers. The FBI has already poached them. Michael, have you heard of Officer Locke before?”
The silver-haired old man is Archie Kohlmeier, one of the members of the Los Angeles Police Commission and also the vice chairman of the commission.
The Los Angeles Police Department is different from other police departments such as the NYPD. The chief does not report directly to the mayor of Los Angeles, but to the Los Angeles Police Commission.
The Police Commission is composed of five people, responsible for formulating the Los Angeles Police Department’sPolicy and supervision of police operations, he is the real boss of the Los Angeles Police Department.
Or it is easier to understand that he is a shareholder, and the chief of the Los Angeles Police Department is the CEO invited by the committee to operate and manage the Los Angeles Police Department.
Michael Moen naturally had not heard of Locke, so he turned his head and looked at Grant Miller behind him.
Grant Miller was glad to have some information about Locke, and hurriedly replied: “Locke is already the focus of our Western Division. We have ended his rookie internship ahead of schedule, and are also preparing to give the green light to his detective exam…” At this time, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and Fred Wallis, the director of the Intelligence and Communication Division who had left earlier, walked in and said: “Enrique Gonzalez, the FBI director in Los Angeles, is here…” Archie Kohlmeier just glanced at him, and then continued Grant Miller’s words with a smile: “Very good, we must keep an eye on our own young man, and we can’t let those sons of bitches of the FBI poach him. I’m going to report to the mayor now, Michael, you guys have to deal with the FBI, the blood of the LAPD can’t be shed in vain, and the comfort work of the sacrificed and injured police officers must start immediately. The citizens of Los Angeles are watching us, and the press conference must release the investigation report as soon as possible. Los Angeles must settle down immediately…” Maintaining stability is the first principle of all governments in the world. Michael Moen nodded and said, “Understood, I will submit the report as soon as possible!”
Archie Kohlmeier nodded, stood up and walked out, and everyone stood up to see him off.
When passing by Locke, Archie Kohlmeier patted him on the shoulder, “Well done, officer, you are the only good news in this series of bad things. I look forward to seeing you next time and calling you Detective…”
Locke saluted and replied, “Thank you Sir!”
After Archie Kohlmeier left, Michael Moen asked Anna Davis to take Locke out to record a formal confession.
This is the reality. Even though Locke had just turned the tide, in the eyes of the big guys, he was still just a little Karami with outstanding martial arts.
In the corridor, Locke saw a group of FBI agents in suits and leather shoes. The first one was a serious middle-aged black man, followed by Inspector Hunter, who was a black egg. When he saw Locke, his eyes lit up.
Because the two agents lost contact, the FBI only knew what happened in the front, and only knew a rough idea of what happened later, and the information was seriously insufficient.
Inspector Hunter said to Locke, “Officer Locke, can we talk for a minute?”
