American TV series Detective's Daily Life

"The FBI has a wide jurisdiction and encounters many difficult cases. Female FBI agents will encounter more difficulties, and there will undoubtedly be many very difficult and difficult cases like your niece's. "

Seeing that Helen still couldn't help but want to bring him and Jane together, Chuck turned his gaze over and said seriously: "I am a detective, and I like difficult cases."

"oh."

Helen agreed with Chuck's analysis and walked to the door worriedly.

As a relative, this is not good news.

Chuck got back into playing online.

He told the truth.

If someone looks like Jane Banner, she will probably be an important character in some American TV series. Even if she is a newcomer, the probability of encountering difficult cases is much higher than that of others.

Not to mention this hybrid American TV world, the most indispensable thing is all kinds of perverts. Many law enforcement officers with good looks like Jane Banner have special preferences.

When people sit at home, it is not unusual for disasters to come from the sky.

So Chuck didn't hesitate to send her his business card directly.

The game of chess continued until after get off work.

Chuck typed a few words directly on the screen. The screen went black, and the chess game just now reappeared on the phone.

After Chuck cleaned up, he went out with his cell phone and nodded to Helen who stood up outside and looked over.

Helen quickly followed, locked the door, and drove Chuck home.

This is a villa halfway up a mountain. It is one of the most peripheral residences in this town, and it is one kilometer away from the nearest residents.

In Helen's impression, it fits well with her boss Chuck's quiet personality.

When they arrived, Chuck got out of the car and let Helen go.

Although Helen wanted to invite Chuck to dine with them in the evening, she thought of having a good 'chat' with her niece at night, so she could only keep her mouth shut and drive away.

Chuck opened the door and walked in, checked around, then went to the garage and drove away in his large pickup truck.

I'm going to the farm to play shooting tomorrow, and I need to prepare some equipment.

Driving all the way, I came to a self-storage location. I reached out and entered the password, and the grille opened automatically. I drove inside. When I came to a warehouse, I pressed the remote control key, and the warehouse door opened automatically. Chuck drove the big pickup truck and drove straight away. Go in and automatically close the warehouse door.

The warehouse suddenly became dark.

Chuck got out of the car and turned on the lights. The lights turned on, revealing a silver trailer. After taking the key and opening the door, he found that the interior was decorated like a home. Although it was small, it had all the essentials.

In front is the bedroom.

Chuck glanced at it and walked to the trailer behind it. After opening it, he revealed an impressive scene inside.

Rows of various firearms were hung on the walls of the carriage, ranging from heavy sniper rifles to various pistols, with boxes for storing ammunition placed in the middle.

Chuck looked around and his eyes fell on a large gun.

Barrett heavy sniper rifle!

The mania and violence inherent in severe autism brought a rare smile to his face when he saw this beloved heavy sniper.

After taking the Barrett, Chuck continued to play the unfinished game of chess on his mobile phone while playing with it and maintaining it. He felt extremely relaxed and happy.

That night, Chuck did not go back to the forest villa, but slept directly in the RV. After completing his daily anti-brightness and noise training, he lay on the bed and looked at the Pollock painting hanging on the ceiling, his eyelids slowing down. Close slowly and fall asleep soundly.

Compared to the villa in the woods, which was designed to make people feel like a normal person in order to adapt to society and interact with small town residents, this RV with all kinds of weapons hanging on it that could be driven away at any time was the residence he really liked.

The next day.

morning.

Chuck drove his pickup truck to the Miller farm.

Although the Millers were unexpected, they greeted them extremely warmly.

Chuck told them not to be busy. He found a location about a mile or 1.65 kilometers away, put a baseball tee in place, then walked back, took out his beloved Barrett Heavy Sniper from the pickup truck, and lay down on the lawn. Start aiming through the sights.

In the farm house, Mr. Miller looked here with a telescope. When he saw the heavy sniper that Chuck took out, he was stunned.

As a farmer, even though this is not Texas, he knows a lot about guns and needs to use them from time to time.

But they mostly use shotguns and rifles. You don't usually see such ruthless guys.

Fortunately, he recognized that Chuck was a good man and didn't think much about it. He continued to look with the telescope. When he saw Chuck putting things so far away, he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh. He complained to his wife: "It seems that some people see it." After watching too many Westerns, I thought everyone was a sharpshooter."

Chuck pressed the remote control button, and three baseballs flew out, rolled a few times, and landed on the ground, showing various expressions.

But someone used an ink pen to draw a few strokes on the white ball, which turned into simple emoticons.

There are smiles, sadness, and peace.

Mr. Miller in the house also saw these memes through his telescope and couldn't help laughing again.

Then there was a violent gunshot, and his smile froze.

But in the telescope, the smiling baseball was instantly shattered.

The strong sense of violence is shocking.

As a farmer, Mr. Miller was shocked not by this sense of violence, but by this long-range and precise sniping.

You know, this is a full 1.65 kilometers away!

boom!

boom!

While he was stunned, in the telescope, two other baseballs representing sadness and calm expressions were also blasted with precise shots.

before gunfire.

A car drove onto the track where the farm was located.

in the car.

"Monica, I can't believe you didn't tell me how Qiqi died."

The long-faced young man sitting in the passenger seat complained to the beautiful girl with thick hair who was driving.

"I can't believe you are so old. You know the existence of white lies, but you can't figure out the white lies our parents told us to comfort us when we were children."

The beautiful Monica couldn't stand her brother Ross's constant complaints, so she directly complained back: "The Miller Farm in Connecticut? There are horses and rabbits to chase? Think about it with your doctor's head, parents and the others Would you go all the way to Connecticut just for Qiqi? It’s not like there are no farms nearby. The reason why I went so far is to cut off your thoughts and prevent you from clamoring to see it. "

"But that's Qiqi, our favorite little friend when we were young."

At this time, the long-faced young man Ross also understood how perfunctory the lies his parents told him when he was a child were, but he still could not accept this fact.

"I'm so free that I drove over here with you to see you. What else do you want?"

Monica complained.

"Maybe Qiqi is still here?"

Ross, the long-faced young man, said expectantly.

"It depends on whether it is a heartwarming film or a horror film."

Sister Monica rolled her eyes, sneered, stopped and got out of the car in front of the farm house, and was about to walk side by side to ask, when she heard the roar of Barrett's heavy sniper shot.