The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

Jack, who was listening to the conversation and trying to recall more details, looked at Zoe and asked: "Superintendent Anderson, how many gang members are there in that [Southern Front]?"

Zoe had been secretly observing Jack after arriving at the scene, and was secretly relieved after confirming that he was not injured. Now that she heard him taking the initiative to ask her questions, she could finally look at him openly in front of everyone.

"In California as a whole, there are about five to six thousand people, and there are at least two thousand members in the greater Los Angeles area."

Superintendent Gray looked at John: "So the most important thing now is to protect your safety. I will temporarily transfer you out of the street patrol team. It is recommended that you rest at home for the time being. There will be a group of police officers stationed near your home throughout the day. "

Seeing that it was almost time, Zoe proposed that she escort John home. Obviously in her understanding, no matter how arrogant the gang was, they would not dare to take action against her as a police superintendent.

Alarm bells were ringing in Jack's mind, but in public it was unwise to question the orders of his immediate superior, let alone the decisions of his superior who were trying to stop his superior.

Suppressing the anxiety in his heart, he said with a smile: "I'll join you, and stay at John's house at night. I warned him of the attack last time at home, and this time, I don't mind letting him owe me more. You know, I still need a decorator for my new house."

John patted him on the shoulder gratefully: "You should have asked me for help a long time ago. I've guessed that you can't handle your super luxurious kitchen by yourself."

Since the old Ford pickup truck was in a terrible state, John got into the police car driven by Zoe, and Jack followed in his second-hand Chevrolet. Fortunately, the journey was uneventful and he arrived at John's home safely.

Zoe and John exchanged a few words and then planned to say goodbye and leave. Jack followed closely and stopped her outside the house.

"Superintendent Anderson"

Zoe looked back with a smile, her high ponytail swinging into a wonderful arc in the night.

Jack hesitated to speak. He wanted to remind Sister Yu to pay attention to safety, but he didn't know where to start. Zoe at work was not as gentle and sweet as when they got along in private. It might be more serious to be arbitrary, but she was confident and independent. That’s right.

This may be a necessary quality for a woman to become a leader in a male-dominated police system.

Superintendent Gray, who is also from the military, respects his young female superintendent not just because of the difference in status. As a low-level commander who grew up as a street patrol officer, he has to deal with his own incompetence. The boss still has some skills.

But Jack has never seen Superintendent Gray do anything perfunctory to Zoe, even if it was just verbal,

He remembered that Zoe once mentioned that Superintendent Gray was quite critical of her recruiting the old rookie John, but except for the initial few difficulties to test John's determination to join the police, as John's performance became increasingly outstanding, the black-faced Superintendent He gradually became fond of this old rookie who was his own age.

This includes both John's performance, which allows him to see hope in coping with his midlife crisis, and his admiration for his boss's vision of people.

Suddenly a glimmer of inspiration flashed in Jack's mind, and a hazy idea gradually took shape, but it wasn't the time to say it yet. He had to find a way to convince John first.

"Well, I have some ideas, but they are not perfect yet. Can you provide some information about the [Southern Front]? I will report to you early tomorrow morning."

Zoe seemed a little surprised, but immediately nodded, her beautiful eyes full of affection: "I'll send it to your email when I get back. Please be safe at night."

This occasion was not suitable for intimacy. Not to mention John in the house, there was a police car parked across the road outside the house on a protective mission.

Jack resisted the urge to hug the beautiful lady into his arms, and just said softly: "You too, my dear."

A blush appeared on Zoe's pretty face, she gave this daring guy a cute look, and continued: "Tomorrow, my parents will put Hannah on the plane to Quantico. You can just go back to the bureau and report."

After the two said goodbye, Jack returned to John's room. The old rookie had carefully laid out a blanket in the living room, with a pot of coffee and a box of five Cohiba cigars placed on it.

"Wow, you still have such a good thing hidden." Jack happily took a cigar, put it under his nose and smelled it. The fragrant aroma was really intoxicating.

He is not a smoker, but he likes the fragrant aroma of Cuban cigars when lit. When he is upset or needs to think about problems for a long time, he will light up a good Cuban cigar, just like burning incense. Thugs are also very luxurious.

John skillfully cut one end with special cigar scissors, then lit it with a long white birch match and handed it to Jack.

The fragrant aroma spreads in the mouth, flows on the tip of the tongue, and then slowly spits it out. Jack's mood relaxes, and the face of John sitting opposite him also shows an expression of enjoyment.

"Thank you for saving my life again, Jack. I don't know how to thank you." John said solemnly.

Jack waved his hand carelessly: "Didn't I say before, just help me finish the damn kitchen together. I've already wasted nearly 100 dollars worth of materials."

John laughed dumbly and frowned again: "I can't go to work like this tomorrow, right? I mean, I will endanger everyone within five feet of me now."

"Aren't we always in danger since we became a street patrol? Maybe one day we will be killed by a bullet flying from the street corner." Jack asked in a funny tone.

"Is it possible that you became a rookie police officer at the age of 45 because you think this job is more comfortable than the construction contractor you worked before?"

John was confused: "You mean, I should go to work directly tomorrow and just pretend that the gang fatwa does not exist?"

Jack's tone was very reasonable: "Shouldn't they be afraid of us? We are the ones who make these scum of society tremble."

"I think if this matter reaches the top of the police force today, those big shots will be even more angry than me. This is a police state. When will it be the gangs' turn to challenge the authority of the police."

But Jack then changed the subject: "But it ultimately depends on you. You have a family, and other colleagues will understand any decision you make."

John nodded: "Superintendent Anderson meant the same thing just now, so I decided to go to work as normal. They will definitely be very short of manpower tomorrow."

At this time, Jack's cell phone beeped twice. He picked it up and found that it was Zoe who had sent a bunch of information.