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

"Then let you continue to worry about whether the second line is obvious or not, and whether there was a mistake?"

Jack, a friend of women, did not allow this stupid sister to hesitate any longer and directly took her to the central hospital and found Jia LiSi.

Half an hour later, Jialisi stood in front of the two people with a test sheet in hand and a smile on her face.

"Although I am not an obstetrician and gynecologist, I can confirm by looking at the hormone levels. Angela, you are indeed pregnant. Congratulations to both of you."

"Ah!" Angela screamed, hugging Jack in surprise, and almost kissed him.

"Hey hey hey!"

Jack pulled her arm away with all hands, congratulations, Jia Lisi was joking, you, the client, also joined in the fun, right?

After calling Wesley, the real perpetrator, to come to the hospital, Jack's phone suddenly rang with an uncle's smile on his face.

"Hey boy, we found him in a motel, but are you sure that guy named Sasser is just a heartless guy? Did he sleep with the woman of some gangster boss?

I heard that professionals are looking for him. You'd better act quickly, otherwise you may only find his body. "

The call was from Smidy. Unexpectedly, this old boy was unexpectedly reliable and found the person in less than a day.

Jack hurriedly copied down the address, said hello to Grace and the couple who were still kissing sweetly, and drove to the motel.

After checking the magazines of his side and spare guns, Jack got out of the car and walked into the front desk room of the motel called "Santa Monica."

"Someone said they saw this man here. Can you tell me his room number?"

Jack showed the photo to the obese middle-aged boss with a slovenly look on his face.

"Whoa, uh, Officer Tavole, that's not how it works. Either there's a search warrant or..."

The hotel owner shook the fat on his cheeks, and with a smile, he stretched out three fingers of his right hand and made a gesture of counting money to Jack in uniform.

Jack was in no mood to talk nonsense with this bastard. The most important thing was that he only had five 20-dollar bills on him today and had to go back to Smitty later.

He directly patted the holster on his waist: "If you don't want the police to come to your door every week to cause trouble, it's better to tell me directly. You know that Officer Smiddy is still waiting for my apple pie. If I go back late, Let him eat cold pizza while watching the baseball game tonight."

The hotel owner spread his hands and pointed to the first floor next to the parking lot outside the door.

"In room 1108 opposite, just ten minutes ago, two guys came over to inquire about him. Their attitudes were much better than yours, and they gave me 20 yuan."

"grass!"

Jack felt bad and hurriedly turned around and left the front desk. Before he could run across the parking lot, in the room pointed out by the hotel owner, someone suddenly broke the window and was thrown out. Then there was another sound of fighting, and then The door was opened violently, and a man of Middle Eastern descent with curly black hair ran out.

It was the IRS undercover agent named Sacer Ojeda in the photo.

"Hey, LAPD, stop!"

This warning was useless. The IRS undercover turned around and ran away. The person who was thrown out of the window was a thin Latino man. He was struggling to get up unsteadily, and his face was covered with blood from the glass shards.

Seeing that this guy's exposed skin was covered with tattoos, he looked like a gangster at first glance, and there were stars tattooed on the corners of his eyes, indicating that at least one life was at stake. Jack's hand had already touched the Glock on his waist.

At this time, another strong black man rushed out of the room, also with big arms, and chased after the undercover agent without looking back.

"Hey, put down your weapons!"

Seeing the thin Latino man with a fierce look in his eyes, staring at the undercover's back and about to touch his bulging waist, Jack decisively shot him down and turned around to yell at the hotel owner who was trying to squeeze his huge body into the front desk. A sound.

"Call 911! Now!"

He stepped forward and kicked the thin Latino man unconscious, who was still trying to resist. Jack took out the handcuffs and handcuffed her in place to bleed. He picked up the broken gun on the ground, pulled out the magazine, stuffed it into his waist and chased after her.

Although it took a short time to deal with a gangster, Jack was not very worried. At this time, the two guys in front had not run 150 meters.

If we talk about a distance of one or two hundred meters, he is really not very sure that he will catch up immediately, but if he runs up to 8,000 meters in a row, with his current physical fitness of 23 points, Liu Xiang and Bolt will not be able to catch up immediately. Easy to say.

"7-A-26, "Santa Monica" hotel, there was a gunfight. Request for backup. The suspect was injured. Call for an ambulance."

While calling on the intercom, Jack ran with all his strength, always keeping his attention on the strong black man behind the undercover. As long as the other person made a move to draw a gun, he dared to shoot him directly.

Now the undercover agent at the front is a walking 30W. Anyone who wants to threaten that guy will have trouble with his bonus.

The IRS undercover agent ran onto a pedestrian bridge in a panic. He seemed to think there was no way he could outrun a 19th-century Southern plantation farm implement. He stopped a quarter of the way through the bridge, climbed over the guardrail, and appeared to be about to jump off.

Jack was so frightened that two of his three souls flew away. He jumped up and kicked the strong black man who was still trying to come forward. He put away the Glock, pulled out a plastic tie from his pocket and tied it behind his back. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop the panicked undercover agent.

"Hey! Alejandro Mejia, right?"

The undercover agent was stunned when he heard his real name, stopped and looked at Jack, who was wearing a patrol uniform.

"King sent me, Ray King, your boss. He said he trusted you and asked me to find you and be responsible for your safety."

Jack stepped on the gangster's back and stretched out his hand to try to stop the undercover's life-threatening move.

"I do not know you."

Alejandro Mexia looked suspicious, but stopped.

"He gave me a phone call and told me to contact him directly after I find you. How about you make the call yourself?"

Jack took out his cell phone and was about to throw it away.

Just when Mexia reached out his hand to take it, the rusty overpass fence under him suddenly creaked.

"Fuck, don't want it, right?"

Jack stepped forward, but failed to catch the horrified Mecia. Just like the classic scene in countless movies, the two people's fingers intertwined and they watched each other fall off the overpass.

My love is crazy 6, ah no, my 30W! ! !

Jack quickly looked down and saw that Messia fell on the roof of a car and vomited blood.

"Get out of my way."

Jack on the overpass waved to the crowd gathering below to stay away, followed by a running jumper.

"You said you jumped down from here? Are you crazy?"

John, who came for reinforcements, pointed to the overpass, which was at least 5 meters high, and asked loudly.

Jack put away the broken body of his cell phone without tears and nodded.