Half an hour later, the house wrapped in film was crowded with people at the door. Support from the Wilshire Division had also arrived, with Commissioner Mona commanding officers to secure the perimeter. Patrol cars with flashing lights were parked at both ends of the road.
DEA forensic personnel had also entered the house to collect evidence, with coroners lifting two body bags into the coroner's van.
Yes, no ambulances were called, only a coroner's van.
There were indeed more than two drug dealers in the house, totaling four individuals. Earlier, two ockers were spotted, in addition to two guards armed with weapons, each with a Colt.
The two bodies belonged to the guards; the two ockers immediately dropped to the ground upon the SWAT team's entry into the house.
It must be said that professional matters should indeed be entrusted to professionals. The DEA swiftly raided the house, and within 30 seconds, the makeshift drug lab was shut down.
The two ockers were now each being loaded into separate Sabban vehicles, guarded by two officers each, with two officers outside each vehicle holding AR-15s.
The entire DEA drug enforcement team gave Locke the impression of strict discipline and professionalism.
Whether in assault or surveillance, everything was meticulous, resembling not police officers but rather a military unit, fully armed with rifles and even equipped with Remington 700 sniper rifles and 37mm grenade launchers.
Although the mission was over, all team members still wore masks and remained armed, maintaining a state of alert. The only one who removed his mask was the DEA's drug enforcement team leader, Carlos.
Because the drug lab was discovered by David and Locke, the two did not have to maintain order on the perimeter but instead went inside to do some procedural handover work with the DEA.
After the handover was completed, DEA drug enforcement team leader Carlos approached. He was a black man with a somewhat fierce face, muscular and exuding a powerful aura.
Carlos bumped fists with David. "Thanks, David. I owe you a drink."
David asked proactively, "Carlos, is there any information you can share with me?"
Carlos said in a deep voice, "This is a deeply hidden local drug manufacturing organization. They are cunning. They manufacture drugs in Los Angeles but distribute them in the surrounding areas. It would have taken a long time before they were discovered if it weren't for you. We still don't know how long they've been using this method to produce drugs. The two who died were called Little Karami. Someone from the antiviral and pest control company has gone over. I believe they will dig up more information. The identities of the two ockers have been confirmed. You won't believe it."
David asked, "What identities?"
Carlos glanced at the car containing the ockers and said, "To be precise, there's only one ocker. The other is his student and assistant. Um, the ocker is a high school chemistry teacher, and the young assistant is his former student. More information will need to be obtained through further interrogation..."
Even David, who was experienced, was astonished for a moment and said in amazement, "Knowledge indeed equals money."
Carlos said coldly, "Unfortunately, he didn't use his knowledge in the right place."
He then chuckled, "Lucky guy, he should be getting a hefty bonus this time."
David remained calm. "I deserve it."
Carlos shrugged, "You, man, you're so into money. You should've joined the DEA. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been stuck in the street as a patrolman because of that damn promotion exam..."
David rolled his eyes. "I don't want to end up like you, full of scars. If it weren't for your damn luck, I would've attended your memorial service long ago."
Carlos gave David the middle finger. "I'm enforcing justice for God, and He will always watch over me."
He then turned his gaze to Locke, grinned, and said, "Is this the rookie who killed two Medellín cartel drug dealers last time? Kid, you should go to Hollywood instead of the LAPD."
David turned to Locke and smiled. "Don't mind him. He always despises men who are better looking than him. For you, him drawing his gun wasn't the first reaction. That's already quite polite..."
Seeing that Locke wasn't intimidated by Carlos, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes. "Locke isn't a rookie anymore. He finished his internship early!"
Carlos also looked at Locke appreciatively and said, "Actually, what I want to say is, with his physique, he should join the DEA. Kid, even though I hate your face, I have to admit, what you did last time was impressive. Dealing with drug dealers should be like that..."
David glanced at Locke next to him and asked in a low voice, "Carlos, I want to know if there were any consequences from last time?"
Carlos hesitated for a moment, glanced at Locke, and said, "If it were anyone else asking, I would say no. But since you're David..."
He said in a low voice, "Drug dealers usually dare not retaliate against police officers, but the Medellín cartel is a newly emerging drug trafficking organization in Mexico, known for its brutality. We found their base in Los Angeles through Locke's actions, and their influence in Los Angeles has been completely eradicated. As a newly emerging drug trafficking organization, they attach great importance to their reputation. So, it's not impossible for them to come back to Los Angeles and seek revenge on Locke, showcasing their ferocity. Although Locke's information is strictly confidential, you know better than anyone the situation in the Los Angeles Police Department..."
After saying that, he smiled at Locke. "Kid, if you're afraid, join the DEA. No drug trafficking organization dares to mess with DEA personnel because we will go to Mexico and hunt them down..."
David's expression changed slightly, and he nodded. "Thank you, Carlos. I'll report this to Captain Davis."
Locke also felt a sinking feeling, but his expression remained unchanged. He said solemnly, "Thank you, Captain Carlos."
An hour later, the DEA left the scene, and the street blockade was lifted. However, the house remained sealed as a crime scene, with two patrolmen left on-site.
Locke and David resumed patrol. David immediately informed Anna Davis of the information Carlos had revealed.
Anna Davis took it seriously and said she would report it immediately. She would request the DEA and FBI Mexican Special Agents to pay attention to the movements of the Medellín cartel and arrange for people to protect Locke's family. She also specially comforted Locke, asking him to trust the LAPD.
Seeing Locke's furrowed brow, David reassured him, "Don't worry too much. Every LAPD officer will have enemies. You'll get used to it eventually. What Carlos said is just a possibility. Captain Davis will take care of your family..."
Locke remained silent, but he had made a decision in his heart. Regardless of whether the Medellín cartel would seek revenge, waiting passively wasn't his style. He absolutely wouldn't let Marian and the others fall into danger.