The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 1011 Jack's Political Mind

In the end, Jack became the winner and gave five dollars to the shameless Tim. Angela, with the agility advantage brought by her petite body, was the first to catch up with Broadman in the crowded crowd, and grabbed a wooden sculpture from a roadside stall and hit him in the knee.

Then three big men rushed forward and pinned Broadman down on the beach.

"Ouch, that looks like it hurts."

A few guys who were watching the show walked forward leisurely. Jack took out his gloves and a mask and put them on, then took a heavy backpack handed to him by John. This was also one of the reasons why Broadman couldn't run fast.

"No pill bottles were found, but there was at least $300,000 in them."

"Is this the reward for bringing the virus from Hawaii to Los Angeles, Dr. Broadman?" As soon as Broadman was dragged off the beach and handcuffed by Hannah and Cheng Hao, Karen grabbed him by the collar and he turned pale with fear.
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NCIS and "Five-O" took the suspect back for interrogation first, while Jack stayed behind to deal with the aftermath. He hadn't reunited with his old friends in Los Angeles for a while, so he took this opportunity to chat with them.

Dr. Broadman looks like a cowardly and evil guy. He will probably confess everything after a few threats. NCIS is not LAPD and will not let him see a lawyer.

Of course the main reason was that Jack saw that John was a little absent-minded. He noticed this yesterday.

"what happened to him?"

Hearing Jack's question, Tim was also a little confused. "I don't know. He was just elected as the union representative. We gave him a congratulatory gift yesterday."

"Ahaha, John Nolan, the union representative?" A question mark slowly appeared on Jack's head. "If I remember correctly, the union representative of the Wilshire Police Department has always been old Smiddy, right?"

Angela rolled her eyes. "But some new guy wanted to make some changes this year, and he was successful in his campaign. However, I saw a brief conversation between him and the union president when I got off work yesterday, and it didn't seem to be very successful."

"It's not a success or a failure. To be precise, our union president used a series of very official diplomatic words to perfunctorily deal with my proposal."

John, who was not far away, obviously heard the conversation between the few people about himself, and took the initiative to come over to explain.

Jack's accumulation of common sense has now reached a level that is almost the same as that of most ordinary Americans. Upon hearing this, he couldn't help but give John a thumbs up.

"So you couldn't wait to present your 'proposal' to the union president on your first day as a union representative?"

When Jack said this, he placed his index and middle fingers next to his ears and bent them, suggesting that the word should be enclosed in quotation marks.

"But this was the slogan I put forward when I was running for union representative. We must make some changes for everyone. I think I need your advice, Jack." It has to be said that John, a middle-aged uncle, can sometimes be as naive as a child.

Jack checked the time. "OK, if Superintendent Bradford (Tim) has no objection, I think we can find a place to have lunch together. Is everyone still at the food truck in the old neighborhood park?"

"Of course, the Mexican chicken burritos there are the best." Angela smiled, as if she was back in the days when they patrolled the streets together.

Half an hour later, it was still the familiar neighborhood park, and it was still the familiar simple dining tables. Jack waved and greeted some old faces from the Wilshire Police Department in a very familiar manner, and then returned to the crowd with the food tray in his hand.

"Tim, double the cheese, Angela, no hot sauce, John, diet cola, and Lucy, vegan, no chicken. Wow, this feels so amazing, it's like it was yesterday again."

Before Jack finished speaking, Angela waved her hand in disdain, "You make me feel old when you talk like that."

"No, love makes people younger, even Tim's face has fewer wrinkles." Jack said meaningfully, sitting down next to Lucy and deliberately pushing her closer to Tim.

I haven't seen this girl for a while. I heard that she was transferred back to the Wilshire branch. She and Tim have been planning their wedding for so long, but they still haven't set a date. I don't know what they're doing.

Lucy made a face at him and leaned against Tim with a sweet look on her face, "I'm preparing for the detective exam, so Tim was very gentlemanly in postponing our wedding." "You? You want to be a detective?" This girl has only been a LAPD for a few years?
Jack looked at Tim with suspicion, "If someone doesn't want to get married, they can just say so. There's no need to push them into taking on such a difficult challenge."

"Go to hell." Lucy waved her fist at him angrily, and then showed that sickeningly sweet expression when she looked at Tim. "I just want to give it a try. This is the career plan I made for myself."

Tim responded with a doting look, "I believe in Lucy's ability. The detective exam will not be a problem for her."

Jack shook his head, threw out the 5000-word outline of "The Domineering Superintendent and His Little Wife" in his mind, and asked about John's troubles.

Things were not complicated. Before officially becoming a union representative, John did some homework. As a grassroots police officer, he counted the call records in the Wilshire Police Department's jurisdiction and came to a conclusion.

"At least 40% of all our calls are related to psychological problems or mental disorders, and our police officers have hardly received any psychological crisis intervention training, except for some criminal profiling training that Jack and your BAU team gave us.

So I suggest that we can take a portion of the abundant funds of the police department to provide some training and guidance for our police officers in this area, and support some psychological care groups in the community. This may be helpful."

After listening to John's statement, Jack roughly understood what he meant. "Do you think this method can be used to reduce the pressure on ordinary police officers to receive calls?"

John suddenly became excited. "I knew that as a psychologist, you would understand my ideas. In fact, my inspiration comes from you."

Jack waved his hand to interrupt him, "But have you ever thought about what would happen if this project was effective?"

"Ah?" John was confused and didn't understand what he meant at all. Even the other friends who had originally not paid attention to this matter cast curious looks at him. It was obvious that Jack's answer was also beyond their expectations.

Jack searched his mind for the little political talent he had acquired from Zoe and Maureen, the two queens, and patiently explained it to everyone.

“I believe that the relatively abundant funding of the Wilshire Police Department is sufficient to support such a small psychological training program, but this does not mean that all LAPD police departments have sufficient funding to this extent.

What if a local council member noticed the success of this project and proposed in a city council vote next year that a portion of the budget originally allocated to the LAPD be allocated to relevant groups in various communities to promote similar mental health care programs?
Obtaining funding from the City Council is one of the important tasks of the Police Union. Are you planning to take advantage of the momentum of getting rid of Smiddy, the union representative who has been in office for 12 years, and then kick the current union chairman out of office?"

"Ah? I haven't thought about it so much." John was speechless.

At this time, Jack's cell phone rang twice. He picked it up and found that it was a message from Danny. The interrogation of Broadman had already come to a conclusion and he needed to go back immediately.

Jack ate the chicken roll in his hand in two or three bites and gave John a suggestion, "It's better to make your own cake than to touch other people's cake. Why don't you try to get some sponsorship yourself?"

"Sponsorship? I don't know any wealthy person who'd be so enthusiastic." John thought the suggestion was somewhat baffling. He did know a few wealthy people, such as his old classmate who owned a mansion in Beverly Hills.

But this kind of sponsorship for the entire LAPD is definitely not something that can be obtained with just tens of thousands of dollars. It is impossible for them to pay a large sum of money for no reason.

"Go talk to the Wolfe brothers." Jack was in a hurry and had no time to play him with riddles, so he gave the answer directly.

"Shangri-La" is registered in California. It is a legitimate local enterprise. Although it is backed by local wealthy families such as the Anderson family, it also needs to maintain good relations with local bullies such as the LAPD.

Although Jack has not been in Los Angeles for a long time in the past two years, the relationship established with these old friends because of him has not been broken. Including Chief Gray, these old guys in the Wilshire Police Department are accustomed to visiting the Wolfe brothers' farm on weekends or during holidays.

Even Angela could call their housekeeper to help take care of the children, and John, the good old man, became even more familiar with Braxton.

Although "Shangri-La" does not engage in illegal business, it is still necessary to sponsor LAPD with hundreds of thousands of dollars every year in the name of local enterprises in order to obtain some care.

Jack hadn't thought of it before, but since John wanted to do something practical for his colleagues, as a former member of the LAPD, he naturally agreed with it. This in itself is a win-win situation.

(End of this chapter)