The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 1134 Father and daughter meet
If Hollywood movies want to show what a tough guy with a soft side is, in addition to pairing the protagonist with a sexy girl with fiery red lips, they can also make him a daughter-slave.

It seems strange that an old man who has been imprisoned in a secret prison for nearly 30 years has a 25-year-old daughter.

Well, the point is that Mason had escaped from prison twice, and this daughter was the result of a sudden infatuation with an American woman he met in a bar during the short month between his escape from Alcatraz Prison and his recapture.

Although Jack already knew the whole story, he still couldn't complain about this ridiculous setting.

But he had a question that he wanted answered, "Sir, since the FBI knew he had a daughter, did you ever think of using her to do something? For example, forcing Mason to hand over the films."

Director Womack answered him with a righteous look on his face, "The FBI is no longer the same as it was during the Hoover era."

Seeing Jack responding to him with a half-smile, he sighed slightly, "OK, it was David Rossi. He strongly opposed me doing this at the beginning."

"Now it seems that this is an extremely correct decision, isn't it, sir?" Jack breathed a sigh of relief. Rossi was still the kind old man he was familiar with.

At this moment, a loud and piercing noise came from next door. The two people who were talking turned around at the same time and were shocked to find a spider-web-like crack on the one-way glass between the two rooms.

Just now, in order to show sincerity, Jack did not put handcuffs on Mason again when he left. At this moment, the old man was flexing his muscles, lifting the steel chair he was sitting on and smashing it against the one-way glass.

Jack subconsciously protected his own director behind him and took out his pistol and pointed it at the interrogation room.

"Don't shoot! Jack! Don't shoot!" Chief Womack, who was hiding behind Jack, shouted loudly.

Of course Jack couldn't shoot, but he still had to make the necessary gesture. Otherwise, when the director came to his senses, he would make things difficult for him.

There was another loud bang, and the tempered glass cracked into fine lines. Mason threw down the steel chair that was as heavy as himself, swung his arm and hit the already fragile glass with his elbow. Immediately, debris flew everywhere, creating a big hole.

When the alarm sounded, Chief Womack stared at Mason, whose hair and beard were all standing on end, in astonishment, and was speechless for a moment.

"Womack! I knew it was you, you piece of shit!" Mason had a ferocious expression, as if he was ready to devour anyone.

At this time, the door of the interrogation room was opened, and two guards armed with police weapons and the agent who had been guarding the door rushed in.

The old fellow immediately understood and raised his hands, then squatted down with his head in his hands, his movements were so skillful that it made people feel distressed.

"Two hours, Jack, remember you only have two hours." Director Womack, feeling a little embarrassed, left in a rage, and did not forget to give some instructions before leaving.
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Fremont Hotels is a very famous hotel brand. For example, the Peace Hotel in Seris is almost a household name.

The history of the Fremont Hotel located on Nob Hill in downtown San Francisco can be traced back to 1907, and the United Nations Charter was signed in the opera house of this hotel.

The wealthy FBI booked the entire top floor. It was noon now and it only took two hours, so it wouldn't delay the celebrities' check-in.

Nearly a hundred FBI agents blocked the entire top floor as if they were facing a great enemy. However, when Jack appeared downstairs in the hotel with a beautiful girl, he saw the FBI director hanging by one hand on the top floor balcony by a shower curtain rope.

Jack subconsciously checked the time. Tsk, it was only an hour since he left. The FBI agents upstairs were busy trying to save their boss. Jack looked up and saw that the top balcony was about seven or eight stories above the ground. The people up there didn't seem to notice him, so there was no need to rush up to show his loyalty.

The hotel entrance is a more than three-meter-high classical-style arch with three marble columns on each side. The entrance is bustling with people, and the parking attendant in a red uniform is busy.

Amid the screams of the crowd at the door, old man Mason, who had his hair cut and a shaved face and was wearing a high-end suit, stumbled out. He was about to rush towards a Hummer on the side of the road with his head lowered, but was stopped by Jack.

"Mason, I think the person you want to see is right here."

Mason turned around in shock, his eyes first falling on Jack, then moving along his arm to the face of the brown-haired girl he was hugging, "Jade?"

His expression immediately changed, and he strode forward angrily, roaring at Jack, "Get your dirty hands off my daughter, you bastard FBI boy!"
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The Palace of Fine Arts is a famous attraction in San Francisco, not far from the Golden Gate Bridge.

Although the name contains the word "palace", it is actually just a large pavilion with a dome, a building in the style of Roman ruins with ventilation on all sides surrounded by many red pillars and stone walls.

However, today, the hall built for the 1914 Panama-Pacific Exposition is considered a century-old historical building. The surrounding scenery is beautiful and it is a good location for wedding photos.

There was a flower bed and several stone chairs in the middle of the Art Palace. Jack very gentlemanly gestured to the father and daughter who had remained silent all the way, inviting them to come in, and then walked aside.

"The last time I saw your photo, you were only ten years old." After sitting down and thinking for a while, Mason finally spoke.

Compared to this old father whom she had never met, the girl Jade Angelo was a little calmer. After all, Jack had already told her the purpose of his trip when he came to pick her up.

"I can recognize you. I found your photo among my mother's belongings after she passed away. You haven't changed much."

"Ah, that... I..." Mason's throat rolled up and down for a long time. He seemed to have a thousand words to say but didn't know where to start.

In the end, it was Jade Angelo who initiated the topic, “I know you’ve been in prison for so many years, but the FBI told me that you’re not a bad person, just a patriot.

I don’t know what that means, but I want to believe it.”

Mason subconsciously looked at the FBI guy who was standing with his back to the two of them not far away, his eyes slightly surprised.

After sitting down and standing up, standing up and sitting down again, Mason finally calmed down, "Jade, I have been imagining over and over again, trying to practice what I should say when I see you.

But when we met, I didn't know where to start, because there were so many things I wanted to tell you.

About me and your mother, about why I couldn't be with you, about... everything."

(End of this chapter)