Chapter 198： Locke's name in Chicago

Hank Boit.

The Chicago Police Department, the 21st Precinct, is the detective of the gang crime investigation team.

Erin Lindsay

Hank Boit's adopted daughter, and also a member of the 21st Precinct in Chicago, the gangster crime investigation bureau.

Inside a gun shop not far from the airport parking lot.

Hank and Erin are fighting.

shotgun.

After all, the federal government does not ban guns. There is a gun shop in the airport parking lot. There is nothing unusual. At any airport in Texas, you can buy guns without leaving the airport when you get off the plane.

Here... still a bit too conservative.

"Hank."

After George walked in, he saw his old friend with a big smile, then hugged and completed a long-lost meeting.

Locke said to Gwen curiously: "George and this Boit..."

"classmate."

"old classmate."

"Dad's classmates from the Police Academy used to be here. The two often found time to chat. Once, my mother misunderstood that my father got up in the middle of the night talking on the phone and was looking for a lover."

Gwen said, and then smiled and hugged Erin Lindsay after Helen hugged: "Long time no see, Erin!"

"have not seen you for a long time."

Irene, who has a beauty mole on her left face, smiled and hugged Gwen, then noticed Locke, seemed to have thought of something, and looked down at Gwen.

Gwen was generous: "Brawton, Rock Broughton, my boyfriend."

Irene suddenly realized, looked at Locke, reached out, and seemed to think of something: "Recently, Chicago's best-selling contraband protagonist has long admired her name."

Locke and Irene shook hands. Like all shooters, Irene's hand was also the shooter.

but……

"Contraband?"

"right."

After Irene let go, she smiled and said: "Two weeks ago, we received the wind. It is said that a batch of contraband goods arrived at the port of Chicago. The person who received the goods was a drug dealer from a university, so we prepared a surprise operation, which turned out to be successful. Can you open the box and see, all are your photo albums?"

Locke looked at the half-smile expression on Irene's face, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Gwen asked curiously from the side: "How did Locke's photobook become contraband?"

Irene smiled and said, "We only found out after the interrogation that the information provided by the informant was revealed by the drug dealer himself, but this contraband is not a drug, but a contraband defined by the student management committee of several universities. Well, what makes money, it is said that this photo book is worth two hundred dollars a copy."

Gwen opened his mouth.

Two hundred dollars?

They only set the price for sixty dollars.

George and Hank over there also noticed this.

Hank stroked his chin iconicly, glanced at Locke, then looked at his old friend, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "This is your future son-in-law?"

George was still shocked by the two hundred dollars. Hearing Hank's words, he looked up at Hank and laughed: "Don't underestimate him, I called you here to cheer me on. Don't drop the chain."

Hank smiled directly.

George was a little helpless.

shoot?

At the beginning, George was still full of sense of achievement, but after a few times, he found that Locke's marksmanship was the same as his learning, and he improved rapidly. After five times, he would shoot again. If he was not serious, his number of rings would be better than Locke went down.

So he switched to fishing, an activity that young people don't have much patience for.

but……

That special fish is like a fool. The bait is on the left and right, but they are always lining up to bite on Locke's bait. As for his, he doesn't even look at it.

This time?

For the dignity of my father-in-law, George directly called for a good hunter, and Hank came to sit.

This time, the arrogance of this wild boar must be extinguished, and let him know that the old man is still the old man, your reckless son-in-law is always a stinky brother.

but……

George frowned and said, "What's the situation with this two hundred dollars, isn't it a hundred dollars?"

In order to see the peculiarity of the photo album that could give this wild boar 80,000 dividends within two months, George quietly bought a copy.

but……

Due to channel and confidentiality reasons, he could only take a copy from the Erdao dealer for a hundred dollars, but he called George over a dozen beautiful photos, especially the photo of this wild boar. George was distressed for a long time.

the most important.

George looked back and forth again and again, but he still couldn't understand how these dozen or so pictures could be sold for $100, let alone $200.

Or is it that money is not money anymore?

Hank looked at George with a strange expression: "Isn't the price of your New York City sixty dollars, how did you spend one hundred?"

George was slightly taken aback: "What, sixty?"

He didn't ask Gwen about these things at home. After all, if he did, it would show that he seemed to be too concerned about Locke, which would create an illusion.

After Hank said a word, he immediately smiled: "High school students, the more prohibited things, the more they try, especially when several major colleges and universities in Chicago have jointly included this photo book as contraband. Recently, drugs The dealers, they should buy this, although it is not as profitable as medicine, but the risk is so low."

Even if this thing is caught, the school is prohibited, the law is not prohibited, and even special smuggling can't be counted. That time, the angry Hank beat the informant violently.

George's teeth were sore.

Gwen also took a breath, listening to the price of Locke's photo album in Chicago, and suddenly realized: "I'll just say, last time Cindy told me that during this period of time, the Chicago side has no life. I got the same goods, the machines in the factory are almost smoking, and at this rate, Cindy feels that she can go to Wall Street and ring the bell to go public."

Locke frowned.

He knew that he was a little so handsome, and he often talked about being able to eat as a general, but he always said that he didn't realize it.

at the moment?

I don’t know if this is not realized, but when it is realized, I will be shocked.

By the way, am I being too hasty in licensing my likeness to Cindy?

and……

Locke's expression was a little weird: "I remember, the colleges and universities in Chicago seem to be black...Africans account for more, right?"

"Otherwise, how could your book be banned?"

"..."

Irene laughed, shook her head and said, "High school students, they are very rebellious. I heard that your photo albums are selling hotly on African-American women."

Locke took a deep breath.

good guy.

What is this called?

Is it rude?

Gwen was also a little unbelievable, and then thought about it and looked at Locke: "It may be that you clarified that you are not a person of race discrimination."

I don't, I am, don't talk nonsense.

Locke glanced at Gwen, thinking in his heart that he was a member of the unwavering Lone Star State, and what kind of discrimination, what clarification, did not exist.

Helen was by the side, looking at the time on the watch, then, looking at the two groups of people who were chatting directly in the gun store, he clapped his hands directly, attracting the attention of the two groups: "Hey, guys , time, do you still want to buy equipment, if you don't, hurry up and leave."

Several people stopped chatting and began to stroll around the gun store like a supermarket.

Locke's eyes lit up and saw a gun.

Black.

There is an eight-fold mirror on it.

"this?"

Locke pointed to Gwen next to him, pointed to the Remington 700 hanging on the wall, and said, "This is good."

Gwen turned his head and looked at George, Hank and Erin who were gathered at the shotgun counter: "Don't you choose a shotgun?"

Well hunting.

The first is of course the shotgun. After all, the ammunition is easy to replace. The ammunition is shot in a fan-shaped surface, and the killing area has a natural advantage. , in that case, it is too cruel to the prey.

Locke smiled and said, "My marksmanship is still good."

He shot only one target.

head!

And the accuracy is always great.

The most important thing.

What Locke is interested in is this Remington 700 promotion plan, buy a Remington 700, a limited-time promotion, and give a Glock self-defense pistol as a gift.

Buy one get one free, it's a good deal.

"It was decided that it was him."

Locke thought so, smiled at the clerk, and pointed at the Remington 700: "I want this."

This gun retails for $2,000 after all.

but……

For Locke, it was a small amount of money. He took out his gun license, added money, and bought a hunting license that recommended prey.

Two large and one small, and the beautifully packaged boxes were delivered to Locke.

After all, even if it is a pistol, it is a commodity. It is a commodity. There may be a box. As long as the box is not lost, the store manager said that if you leave, you can come to him for half price recovery.

Ok.

A man who makes money.

Over there, George, Hank, and Irene watched for a long time, chatted for a while, and then looked at each other: "Forget it, go to the local police station to borrow it. Two."

If it wasn't for the fact that Locke had just spent two thousand dollars, Locke felt that the owner of the store would definitely take out the Remington 870 below him and shoot the two of them.

If you don't buy anything, why are you chattering with me and choosing a lot of equipment?

Neuropathy?

If the last three people still bought a hunting license, this kind of thing might really happen.

Out of the gun shop.

George looked at Hank: "So, you don't buy a gun, you go to the gun shop?"

Hank looked at George: "I was waiting for you, I thought you were going to buy it, and, I don't go to the gun store, why don't I go to the flower shop next door to buy flowers, I'll give Helen flowers, what if you don't have a weapon? ?"

George: "..."