The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 979 In Hawaii (VI)

Danny grabbed Bruce Hoffman's outstretched right hand, pulled him up from his seat, pinched the back of his neck and pushed him into the kitchen, scaring the other guests who were still dining in the restaurant.

"Police investigating a case." Jack took out his wallet, shook it quickly and put it back without saying that he was from the FBI. This temporarily calmed down several enthusiastic people who had already taken out their cell phones to call the police.

In the kitchen, Danny showed his police badge, politely asked the chefs and workers to leave temporarily, and then very "politely" introduced himself to the frightened Bruce Hoffman.

"My name is Detective Danny Williams and I am also the father of a little girl who was taken hostage this morning in a Mercedes Benz.

Now that the recording you requested is in my hands, and I am ready to expose it, I really want to know, what are you going to do to me?"

Hearing these seemingly unrelated words, beads of sweat immediately broke out on Bruce Hoffman's shiny forehead. "Listen, listen, I have no idea what you are talking about, Detective Williams, I..."

Seeing that he was still trying to argue, Danny grabbed his collar, took out his police badge and pressed it hard on his bald forehead.

Bruce Hoffman was pushed back repeatedly by the short but strong Danny until he hit a row of shelves stacked with flour and stopped.

Along the way, the various cutlery and plates in the kitchen made a series of clinking sounds. Jack, who was standing at the door to help "keep watch", could only give an awkward but polite smile to the diners who cast curious glances at him through the glass door.

Danny slapped his badge hard and said seriously, "Listen, you can copy my police number off your forehead, and you are welcome to complain.

I'm here just to tell you one thing, I have the recording now, and I will use it to expose your dirty deeds, no matter what way you want to stop me,

But if you continue to send people with guns around my daughter, I swear to God, I will kill you myself, do you understand?"
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When Jack packed up several of the most expensive dishes and paid a large tip to appease the restaurant manager, he walked into the parking lot and saw a black Buick sedan with the handbrake not released, driving away with brakes screeching all the way.

"Is this your 'Five-O' style of handling cases? It's different when you have the governor's support."

Hearing that Jack dared to tease him like this, Danny put his hands on his hips and glared at this cheap "nephew". It took a long time before his shoulders slumped as if he was deflated.

"We usually pay more attention to our image. Forget it, let's go. I'll take you to eat the most delicious shrimp rice in Hawaii."
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The small town of Kahuku on the North Shore of Oahu was once a sugarcane plantation. It declined after the last local sugar factory closed in the 70s.

It was not until the 80s that someone converted the sugarcane fields here into ponds and shrimp farms, and began to use fresh water to cultivate sweet shrimps, bringing new life to this ancient town.

There are all kinds of shrimp rice food trucks along the way, covered with all kinds of graffiti and signatures of tourists. The more signatures there are, the more delicious the shrimp dishes made by this food truck are.

Unfortunately, Jack couldn't appreciate the local half-cooked rice, which could be made with a rice cooker. But even the shrimp rice truck that Danny specifically recommended, the rice with fresh shrimp and sauce still didn't taste very good.

This is also the reason why the members of the wanted criminal team blackmailed Jack for a seafood dinner before leaving.

Commercial fishing is prohibited in the waters around Hawaii, and there is basically no agriculture on Oahu, the most populous island. There are also very few varieties of fruits grown locally, and basically all ingredients need to be imported from outside the island. Therefore, the eating habits here are essentially not much different from those in the United States, and the processing of ingredients is as rough and simple as ever.

Not only that, Jack was also a little curious about the taste buds of Hawaiians, because he found it unbelievable that this state, with a population of less than 150 million, could consume 700 million cans of Spam in a year.

However, Hawaii is at least the place where the collision of Asian and European and American food cultures is most intense among the 50 states of the United States.

The steak that is cooked half-cooked to highlight its taste, the weird Chinese food, the relatively authentic Thai cuisine, and the Japanese cuisine that doesn't matter whether it is authentic or not as long as it is raw can still satisfy the taste buds of most tourists.

Fortunately, shrimps are usually not too bad no matter how they are cooked. Even if they are topped with all kinds of strange sauces, as long as they are fresh enough, their sweet and chewy meat is already very delicious.

The Thai dishes that Jack packed from the previous restaurant tasted pretty good. The sweet and spicy flavors were quite appetizing, and most importantly, they were not greasy.

After they had dinner in the "Five-O" office, Jack said goodbye to everyone. Kono and Cheng Hao took the initiative to stay and help Danny process the materials.

Such small cases naturally cannot be led by "Five-O", and their main work is done by the local prosecutors and courts.

But according to Danny's idea, even if he couldn't send the bald fat man named Bruce Hoffman to jail, he had to drive him out of Hawaii so that he could never pollute the living environment of his precious daughter again. Therefore, it was very important to collect enough evidence in the early stage.

Jack slept in for a rare time. His life has been much easier recently. Justin has not been asking for manuscripts as often as before. As the development of Shangri-La's business gradually enters the fast lane, Hollywood has plenty of frustrated screenwriters to provide material.

Therefore, when someone woke up in the morning, he was in a good mood. Yesterday's troubles were just a small episode. He acted as a driver and spectator throughout the whole process, which fully proved that he, Agent Jack Tawalla, was not the Conan type who could cause big cases wherever he went.

However, someone's good mood did not last long. When he was having breakfast in the buffet restaurant with Rachel and Grace, who were also staying at the Hilton Hotel, he suddenly received a call from Danny.

"Jack, is the witness you are trying to protect called Julie Master?"

"Yes, what happened?" Jack was shocked. He just said yesterday that he had a protection mission and didn't mention the witness's name or any information at all.

The "Five-O" where Danny works usually only handles major cases. He suddenly found him at this time and obviously got the relevant information. So there is only one possibility: something happened to the witness!
Judging from the whirring sound on the other end of the phone, Danny was obviously already on his way to the car. "The specific situation is still unclear, but HPD just reported that they have lost contact with the two officers who were ordered to go to the safe house to pick up the witness to go to the court.

The situation is not good. We are on our way to the safe house. Suddenly I remembered the protection mission you mentioned yesterday, so I called you to ask about it."

Jack held the phone and forced a smile that was uglier than crying at the mother and daughter who were looking at him curiously, and continued, "Your guess is right. Can you give me a ride on the way?"

"I'll be at the hotel entrance in five minutes. You'd better take your gun and spare magazines." Danny's extremely fast speech speed showed the urgency of the situation.

(End of this chapter)