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

Jack hammered the last nail into the sink cabinet and sat down on the floor. Today's progress was considered complete.

"Next time, remember to hit your head. Criminals will not shoot you in the thigh. I don't have many friends. I hope that by the day I retire, there will be many of these guys around me."

John laughed loudly: "Then I have to work hard to stay healthy, especially to have a good relationship with my dentist. I don't want to wait until I am in my 70s to be unable to bite that delicious stew you made."

"That's okay, I have a lot of recipes suitable for the elderly, even those without teeth can enjoy them."

Naturally, when looking for someone to work, you need to treat them to good food and drinks. For lunch, the two just had simple pasta mixed with Jack's homemade tomato sauce, a minced meat stewed egg, and sprinkled with black pepper. John was full of praise for what he ate. .

For dinner, Jack stewed a roasted chicken with chestnuts. Taking into account the American's preference for sweet taste, he added a little more sugar, added a piece of kale with oyster sauce, and served it with fragrant rice, which made this guy burp.

After seeing off the satisfied John, Jack returned to the house and was about to start his regular exercise when his cell phone suddenly rang. Looking at the unknown number displayed on the screen, his expression suddenly became serious.

"Jack Tavole, LAPD Wilshire Division patrol officer, has just been on the job for half a year and has already finished his internship early. Your resume is very outstanding. You killed 5 criminals in less than 6 months."

Jack remained calm. The familiar electronically synthesized female voice had already made him guess who the other party was, and he answered calmly.

"Thanks for the compliment, but it's not very polite to randomly investigate someone's background. Are you a friend of the man in the suit the day before yesterday?"

The other party was silent for a while, as if he didn't quite understand Jack's calm attitude. After about a minute, the electronically synthesized female voice came again.

"What do you know?"

"I don't know anything, but I'm just as interested in you as you are in me."

The voice on the other side fell silent again, seemingly uncomfortable with having the initiative taken away from the conversation. After a long time, the call was suddenly hung up.

Jack put away his cell phone, thought for a moment, and rushed into the bedroom in three steps. Five minutes later, he left his home carrying a travel bag, got into his car, and drove to Los Angeles Airport.

Seven hours later, after walking out of the Chicago airport, Jack took out a disposable mobile phone he bought at a convenience store before boarding the plane and called the car rental company. Soon, a blue Ford sedan that had been scheduled in advance parked at his car. before.

Taking the key from the driver, Jack called the goth girl Abby Shouto: "Did you find it? Give me the address."

Before 9 a.m., the blue Ford sedan parked in the parking lot of a small shopping mall on Wabash Road in Plain Town. Jack got out of the car and found one of the dazzling piles of signs hanging on the front of the shopping mall.

【ZZZ Accounting Firm】

With a satisfied smile on his face, he gently knocked on the door of the accounting firm's office.

"Please come in."

Hearing the deep male voice coming from inside, Jack walked into the office. An unusually tall white man in a suit and ties, wearing thin-rimmed black square-rimmed glasses, was sitting behind the desk. He was holding a handful in his right hand on the desk. The P14 pistol equipped with an Osprey silencer was pointed directly at him.

"Isn't it too unkind to treat a friend like this?"

Jack put down his travel bag from his shoulder and threw it casually on the floor by the door. He slowly opened his coat and showed it, indicating that he was not carrying a weapon.

"I just got off the plane, and the FAA (Federal Aviation Administration) would not allow an ordinary LAPD patrol officer to carry a weapon on a flight."

"Who are you?" "Batman" was confused by Jack's behavior and his eyes wandered. He was not good at dealing with people, and now he had no idea how to deal with this strange young policeman in front of him.

"Jake Tavole, patrol officer of the LAPD Wilshire Division, didn't your friend already investigate me? Mr. Christian Wolfe."

Jack sat down at the desk, looking each other in the eyes until he again avoided looking into each other's eyes.

"Your friend called me yesterday, but I prefer face-to-face communication, so I took the liberty to come and visit."

Christian Wolff put away his P14 and loosened his blue tie awkwardly.

"How did you find me at that time? I observed the angle of the sun at that time. It is impossible for you to detect the reflection of the scope."

Jack smiled slightly: "Everyone has their own secrets, right? Just like you. You can think that I have a sixth sense that surpasses ordinary people."

As he spoke, he took out five 10-cent coins from his pocket and placed them one by one on the desk in front of him. The coins were face up with the portrait of George Washington on them.

Jack moved very slowly and lined up very neatly. He even carefully turned Washington's head towards the opponent. When he placed the last coin, he seemed a little careless, and the direction of the portrait on the coin was a little crooked.

Christian Wolfe suddenly felt bad. He resisted the urge to reach out, his eyes twitched, and his fists under the table were clenched tightly.

"You see, you're not the only one who has hacker friends. Of course, now we're even."

Jack said, readjusting the crooked coin.

"Now can you tell me what you want to do with me?"

The accountant's tense nerves suddenly relaxed and his complexion became much better.

"We originally thought you were just an ordinary police officer and wanted to reach some mutually beneficial cooperation with you, but now it seems you don't need it."

Jack waved his hand: "No, no, no, you have misunderstood. I am indeed just an ordinary LAPD at the moment. Can you elaborate on the cooperation your friend mentioned before?"

The accountant's face remained expressionless, but his eyes could not help but show a trace of doubt, but he still began to narrate in a calm tone.

"I have done some financial work for several trafficking groups and have some intelligence, so I need some friends to cooperate with me."

"What do you mean by cooperation?" Jack was a little confused.

"Kill those D owl or send them to jail."

"Can't you do it yourself? Just like you did the day before yesterday."

The accountant shook his head: "I can't kill every bad guy who comes to me to do accounting or launder money. That will damage my reputation in the underground world."

Jack laughed dumbly: "So the reason why you did it yourself yesterday was..."

"That Cole tried to get his guys to secretly take pictures of me, and he's the stupidest gang leader I've ever seen."

Well, although I don’t understand the details, I can tell from the accountant’s tone that there is some personal grudge in it.

"Then why did you want to cooperate with me? Just because my excellent sixth sense allowed me to detect your presence hundreds of meters away?"

Jack was still a little confused and couldn't think of a reason why the accountant wanted to find him.

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