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

Picking up his two pistols from the ground, Jack found that there were two more tiny scratches on the ivory patch on the handle of the Python revolver. He felt a little distressed. This big guy with more attributes of handicrafts than weapons was better than the one he was driving now. Used junk cars are much more expensive.

The two medical staff who were shot were sent to the hospital for first aid, and the female shooter was also taken to the hospital for treatment by colleagues who arrived from the police station.

Dr. Morgan had probably seen a lot of big scenes, and he didn't have much panic expression on his face. He covered his bruised arm with gauze in one hand and nodded to Jack.

"Let's go. Officer Bradford still needs to be quarantined for 24 hours. You and I can go in and treat the injury."

Jack walked into the hospital, but his mind was no longer here. There was nothing wrong at first, but what happened just now gave him a headache. Zoe must be very busy tonight. The girl with glasses was said to be assisting the FBI to deal with the serial killer a few days ago. The killer has gone away for profiling and may not be back before Christmas.

Could it be that I can only go home alone tonight? It makes me miserable just thinking about it.

The area scratched by Angela's bullet was re-medicated and wrapped with a bandage. The broken skin on my forehead was not even red or swollen. I just applied some ointment and it was done. The burn on my left hand was healed directly and secretly using healing techniques. Just some slight redness and swelling.

Soon Jack, who was still very brave on the front foot, escaped from the hospital in embarrassment. Not only did young female nurses directly ask him for his contact information, but several middle-aged ladies also tried to secretly stuff small notes into his pockets.

When I went out, I saw that John and others had not left. He was stopped by a beautiful blonde female reporter with exquisite makeup and a cameraman for an interview. A hungry person was about to oil the soles of his feet without loyalty, but was exposed by a sharp-eyed man. Xi opened his mouth and called to stop.

"Jack, this is the heroic police officer who was so invincible just now. If you have any questions, just ask him."

The group of scammers took a step back in unison, and then a microphone was handed to Jack's mouth.

"Hello, Officer Jack Tavole, I am Tyler Kelly, host of Channel 8 News. Would you like to tell the camera how you stopped this atrocity? The public will definitely be very interested in you."

This was the first time in his two lives that Jack had been slapped in the face by a TV camera. He was a little nervous, but he still habitually put on his unique shy smile, revealing eight white and neat teeth under the fill light.

"It is the duty of our LAPD to protect the public. The ability to prevent this long-planned terrorist attack was achieved with the teamwork of all officers from our Wilshire Division."

"I'm sorry that the case is not completely over yet, and I don't have the authority to disclose too many details. Those colleagues are just like me. We have been busy from morning to late at night and have barely eaten. I don't know if it is okay."

The young and beautiful female host seemed particularly reasonable. She waved her hand to signal the cameraman behind her to turn off the phone, but she did not let Jack go immediately. Instead, she bit her lip and turned her face to look at him with a particularly charming look.

"Then do I have the honor of inviting the heroic police officer to dinner?"

"Huh?" Jack quickly put away his business smile. Didn't he say that this smile is only special for the motherly lady? Why does this young lady look to be about the same age as Hannah?

"Well, I have made an appointment with my colleagues, and they are all waiting for me."

He was not good at rejecting the opposite sex, so he looked at the other party with an embarrassed smile.

The blonde female host named Taylor Kelly didn't say anything else. She just stuffed a business card into the pocket of Jack's uniform. Her white and tender hands seemed to press his chest muscles intentionally or unintentionally, and then put her fingers in his ears. He made a gesture of making a phone call without making any sound, but the shape of his mouth was clearly silently reciting two words "CALL ME".

"I saw her attacking the police. Do you want me to help you arrest her?"

After the Uncrowned Kings left, John stood next to Jack with a joking look on his face.

Jack rolled his eyes at him with a look of disgust on his face. His hobby was to eat, not to be eaten, and then glared at Angela, who had a strange expression across from him.

"I'll treat you and Wesley to dinner today, but I still have to pay for the uniforms, and you're not allowed to snitch at Hannah's place."

It was said to be dinner, but in fact it was just a matter of finding a hamburger restaurant to fill their stomachs, and everyone went back to their homes. Regardless of whether administrative leave would be arranged tomorrow, everyone had to return to the police station to fill out a report. Today, except for Lucy, All had fired at least one magazine.

Jack, who was still worried about himself, drove his second-hand Chevrolet Parker home. He had just parked the car in the garage and was about to get out of the car and close the garage door when a pretty figure opened the passenger door and got in.

Jack was startled, but he immediately realized it was Zoe, and the hand that was originally touching the Glock on his waist immediately changed its position.

"I thought you would be very busy today." Jack asked after a passionate and suffocating wet kiss.

Zoe licked her slightly swollen red lips with the tip of her tongue, leaned her curvaceous upper body over the center console, reached out to lower the driver's seat, and pressed down on Jack, but her eyes became a little dangerous.

"Is that female host on Channel 8 good-looking?"

Someone suddenly became full of desire for survival, and immediately took out the business card from his pocket and handed it over.

"My temperament is much worse than yours, and my skin is also worse. I rely solely on high-end cosmetics. Look, you don't even need beeswax now."

As he spoke, he gently stroked her smooth cheek with the back of his hand, Zoe turned his hand over, pressed it on her face, and sighed.

"I'm just telling you that Taylor Kelly's father is a judge of the LA Superior Court. She vaguely heard about your relationship with Hannah, and she deliberately came to provoke you this time."

"Huh?" Jack was very surprised. He didn't expect that the news broadcaster had such a big background.

"Do they have a grudge?"

Zoe shook her head: "She was Hannah's high school classmate after she came to LA. She was also a sworn enemy. She would fight for everything."

"In addition to not being able to beat Hannah, they compete on everything from academic performance to extracurricular competitions, and even the way they dress. The war between the two has been going on for many years."

Jack suddenly realized: "So she deliberately seduced me to make Hannah look embarrassed?"

Zoe frowned and thought for a moment: "Maybe? Maybe it's out of curiosity. I even thought she had a crush on Hannah."

"Hiss!" Jack took a breath, he was a bitch in love, and he was a love rival.

"Don't worry, I will definitely keep your chastity for you and never give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of you."

Zoe laughed so much that she fell on him: "I know you too well, you are not a person who knows how to reject others, especially beautiful women."

At this time, you must not hit a snake and follow it with a stick. To say yes, yes, you are right, Jack still has this consciousness, he just has to swear to his chastity with one finger to the sky and one to the ground.

The last round of recommendations starts today, but the effect should be average. Please try to keep reading, although there is little hope of going to Sanjiang, alas.

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