The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 110 Colonel Norman Jangers

After typing today's report on the computer, Jack stretched and was about to leave work when Tim hurried past him and motioned to follow him.

The two walked into a small lounge, and John and the others were already waiting.

Tim closed the door and got straight to the point: "It's big trouble, that facial recognition application triggered the LA law enforcement conflict prevention system, and the source pointed to the CIA."

John opened his eyes wide, with a look of disbelief on his face, "Why does the CIA take care of the counterfeit money case?"

"This matter is more serious than we imagined. If it is the CIA, it will involve national security issues. Are we sure we need to continue the investigation?"

Nila looked at everyone, warning them seriously.

Tim obviously didn't intend to give up: "I promised Mickey that I would find the murderer who killed Joe. Joe was also a soldier and devoted himself to the country. He shouldn't just die like this."

"Then proceed with caution. If it's the CIA, who do you think will trouble us when they find that the pressure from above is ineffective?"

Before Jack finished speaking, everyone's eyes fell on John.

"Why me?" John felt that he was underestimated. With so many people present, he seemed the most bully?
Lucy snapped her fingers: "Jack has resigned and is about to go to the FBI, Tim has just become a superintendent, the highest position among us, Angela is now a detective, Nila is from the DEA The governor who took the initiative to transfer back to be a patrol officer personally awarded her a medal, so... "

"Isn't there still you?" John asked strangely.

"Where do you think Lucy sleeps every night recently?" Angela shrugged, dropped the question, and left the room laughing with everyone, leaving behind Lucy and Tim who looked a little embarrassed, and John who suddenly realized.
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Before 11 o'clock in the evening, someone knocked on the door of John's house.

John opened the door, and standing at the door was the black man disguised as a security company maintenance worker during the day.

"Hey, buddy, we gotta talk." His accent had lost that hilarious rap tone by now.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Seeing John standing there in a daze, the black man had a friendly smile on his face.

"Why don't you tell me who you are first." John stared at him vigilantly.

"At least for now, I'm your friend, and you should be happy, because you don't want to be my enemy."

Although the guy was always smiling, the threat in his tone was not so friendly.

"Now, it's time to invite me in." The black man spoke in a calm tone, which meant commands.

John said nothing, and stepped aside.

"Your house has been redecorated well. Did that kid who is about to enter the FBI help you with it?"

The black man had a relaxed attitude, just like a visitor who came to visit, and looked around.

John put on a gesture of resistance that doesn't want you to do it: "I know your tricks, come in and look around, reveal some private information intentionally or unintentionally, as if you have the initiative, it's very good, then tell me, you Who is it?"

"You may call me Colonel Norman Jangers."

"But aren't you from the CIA?" John directly revealed the other party's identity.

"It's just a name, it doesn't mean anything, my team is in the shadows, doing things that won't be recognized."

The black man calling himself Colonel Norman Jangers explained.

"Then why did you come to me?" John asked knowingly.

Colonel Norman Jangers straightened his expression, took a step forward, looked straight into John's eyes, and said word by word.

"Warning you, and your police friends, don't get involved in this matter anymore, you actually want to search for my information in the system, it's a big mistake, you won't find anything, I hope this is the last time for you Stupid."

John frowned, not flinching from his threat.

"We just want to know who killed Joe Delacourise."

"Who?"

Colonel Norman Jangers came to his senses. "You mean the bum? Why?"

John felt that he couldn't keep up with this guy's thinking: "Why? He is a person, a retired soldier, and he is for the country."

"Stop, have you made a mistake?"

Colonel Norman Jangers' tone seemed a little confused, making it hard to tell if he was faking it.

"We are on one side, you, me and the Joe you mentioned, we are all beautiful Chinese."

"We are making sacrifices every day for the good of this country. Me and my team, our business is just a little bit more global."

John interrupted his impassioned speech: "So you can kill people at will?"

Colonel Norman Jangers sneered, looking at how naive you are.

"Every war has casualties, that Joe is just collateral damage, you just have to hope you're not next."

As he spoke, he patted John on the shoulder, as if he felt that the words had come to an end, and without further words, he left the house directly.

John stood there for a while, listening to the sound of the car starting to leave, and then said loudly: "Guys, he left."

From the attic, the backyard, and even the bedroom, everyone came out one after another.

Jack came in through the gate, dressed in black, and everyone looked at him as soon as he entered, "Is the tracker done?"

"It's attached to the bottom of the car, he can follow it wherever he goes." As he spoke, he waved the tablet on his hand and installed a tracker on the car of the CIA agent. Hey, it's exciting.

"What should we do next, keep up with him?" Lucy was eager to try.

"No, it's the work of two people." Tim looked at Nila with an unquestionable tone.

"Afterwards, Nila and I can deal with it. It's inconvenient for you to be involved."

"Uh" Jack held up a finger, indicating that he disagreed.

"If you can listen to me, everyone will make a decision."

All eyes turned to him again.

"Cough!" He cleared his throat.

"First of all, we can now confirm that Joe's death is related to the people under Colonel Norman Jangs, right, I heard him say the word collateral damage in the headset."

Everyone nodded in unison.

"Secondly, the villain who came to the door never revealed his identity, right? Can we consider it as a suspect who came to threaten an LAPD police officer?"

Everyone was choked up, and they all thought it was absurd, but after thinking about it, although it was clearly a word game, it seemed to make sense.

"Then, it's reasonable for us to track each other, isn't it? During the tracking process, if we find something, such as a large amount of counterfeit banknotes, this is not a violation of the prohibition imposed on us by the above?"

(End of this chapter)