The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 54
Jack nailed the last nail into the cabinet of the vegetable sink, sat down on the ground, and today's progress was considered complete.

"Remember to start next time. Criminals will not aim at your thigh and shoot. I don't have many friends. I hope that when I retire, there will be quite a few of these guys around me."

John laughed: "Then I have to work hard to stay healthy, especially with my dentist. I don't want to wait until I'm in my 70s and I can't eat that delicious stew you made."

"That's okay, I have a lot of recipes suitable for the elderly, even those without teeth can enjoy them."

Looking for someone to work, of course you have to invite them to eat and drink well. At noon, the two of them just had simple pasta mixed with Jack's homemade tomato sauce, served with a stewed egg with minced meat, and sprinkled with black pepper. John was full of praise .

For dinner, Jack stewed a roast chicken with chestnuts. Considering that Laomei likes sweet taste, he added a little more sugar, and added a piece of Chinese cabbage with oyster sauce, served with fragrant rice, which made this guy burp.

After seeing off the contented John, Jack returned to the house and was about to start a routine exercise when his cell phone rang suddenly. Looking at the unknown number displayed on the screen, his expression suddenly became serious.

"Jack Tavole, LAPD Wilshire Branch Patrolman, a rookie who has just joined the job for half a year, and has already finished his internship ahead of schedule. Your resume is very good, and you killed 6 criminals in less than 5 months."

Jack remained calm. The familiar electronically synthesized female voice had already made him guess who the other party was, and he replied frankly.

"Thank you for the compliment, but it's not very polite to investigate someone's background casually. Are you a friend of the man in the suit the day before yesterday?"

The other party was silent for a while, as if he didn't understand Jack's calm attitude. After about a minute, the electronically synthesized female voice came again.

"What do you know?"

"I don't know anything, but I'm as interested in you as you are in me."

The voice on the other side was silent again, as if he was not used to having the initiative taken away from the conversation. After a long time, the phone was suddenly hung up.

Jack put away his mobile phone, thought for a while, and rushed into the bedroom in three steps at a time. Five minutes later, he left his home with a travel bag on his back, got into his car, and drove to Los Angeles Airport.

Seven hours later, when he walked out of the Chicago airport, Jack took out a disposable mobile phone he bought at a convenience store before boarding the plane, and called the car rental company. Soon, a black Honda car that he had reserved in advance stopped at him. before.

After receiving the key from the driver, Jack called that goth girl in Abby Shuto: "Did you find it? Give me the address."

Before 9 o'clock in the morning, the blue Ford sedan was parked in the parking lot of a small shopping mall on Wabash Road in Pingyuan Township. Jack got out of the car and found one of the piles of signs hanging on the front of the shopping mall.

【ZZZ Accounting Firm】

With a satisfied smile on his face, he lightly knocked on the door of the accounting firm's office.

"Please come in."

Hearing a deep male voice from inside, Jack walked into the office. A burly Caucasian man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing black square glasses with thin rims, was sitting behind the desk, holding a fist in his right hand on the desk. The P14 pistol equipped with an Osprey silencer was facing him.

"Isn't it unkind to treat a friend like this?"

Jack put down the travel bag from his shoulders, casually threw it on the floor by the door, then slowly opened his coat, showed it, and indicated that he was not carrying a weapon.

"I just got off the plane, and the FAA (Federal Aviation Administration) will not allow a normal LAPD patrolman to carry a weapon on a flight."

"Who are you?" The "Batman" who was confused by Jack's behavior wandered. He was not good at dealing with people, and now he had no idea how to deal with this strange young policeman in front of him.

"Jack Tavoler, LAPD Wilshire Division Patrol, hasn't your friend already investigated me? Mr. Christian Wolfe."

Jack sat down at his desk, staring each other in the eye until he avoided looking at each other again.

"Yesterday your friend called me, but I prefer face-to-face communication, so I took the liberty of coming to visit."

Christian Wolf put away the P14 and loosened his blue tie awkwardly.

"How did you find me at that time? I observed the angle of the sunlight at that time, and it was impossible for you to find the reflection of the scope."

Jack smiled slightly: "Everyone has their own secrets, right, just like you. You can think that I have a sixth sense beyond ordinary people."

As he spoke, he took out five 5-cent coins from his pocket and placed them one by one on the desk in front of him. The coins were face up, with the portrait of George Washington on it.

Jack moved very slowly and lined up very neatly. He even carefully turned Washington's head towards each other. When he put Washington's head on the last coin, he seemed a little careless, and the direction of the portrait on the coin was a little bit skewed.

Christian Wolfe felt bad all of a sudden. He resisted the urge to reach out, the corners of his eyes twitched, and his fists under the table were clenched tightly.

"Look, you're not the only one with hacker friends, of course, now we're even."

Jack said, readjusting the crooked coin.

"Now tell me, what do you want to do with me?"

The accountant's tense nerves relaxed, and his complexion improved a lot.

"We thought you were just an ordinary policeman and wanted to reach some mutually beneficial cooperation with you, but now it seems that you don't need it."

Jack waved his hand: "No, no, no, you misunderstood. I am indeed just an ordinary LAPD. Can you elaborate on the cooperation your friend mentioned earlier?"

The accountant's face was still expressionless, but a trace of doubt could not help showing in his eyes, but he still began to narrate in a calm tone.

"I have done some financial work for several trafficking groups, and I have some information, so I need some friends to cooperate with me."

"What do you mean by cooperation?" Jack was a little puzzled.

"Kill those D owls, or send them to prison."

"Can't you do it yourself? Just like you did the day before yesterday."

The accountant shook his head: "I can't kill every villain who asks me to do accounts or money laundering, it will damage my reputation in the underground world."

Jack laughed dumbly: "So you did it yourself yesterday because."

"That Cole tried to get one of his guys to sneak a photo of me, and he's the dumbest gang leader I've ever seen."

Well, although I don't know the details, but from the accountant's tone, I can hear some personal grievances in it.

"Then why did you think of asking me to cooperate? Just because my excellent sixth sense made me aware of your existence hundreds of meters away?"

Jack was still a little puzzled, and couldn't think of a reason why the accountant came to him.

　Book friends who haven't made any investment remember to click it, and you will get the return on investment in the second stage immediately.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)