The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

Mexican food is not Jack's favorite cuisine. Although he occasionally eats spicy food, he prefers the spicy taste of peppercorns, and the peppers without oil always feel lacking soul.

In New York, you can buy Atlantic flounder, which is the largest among flounders. Although it is not as good as the flounder used to make fish heads in China, it is also quite good when steamed with chopped peppers.

But even if it is steamed with chopped peppers, it still needs to be poured with hot oil to stimulate the aroma.

Of course, it is mainly a matter of eating habits. Jack was from Jiangnan in his previous life, which is still a long way from Shandong Province. In his habits, burritos are okay for breakfast, and they are also acceptable for emergency lunch when he is too busy.

But if you have to eat corn rolls or corn noodles even for dinner, it would be a bit unreasonable.

Fortunately, Lopez took everyone to a steak restaurant. Except for the dessert sprinkled with chili powder, which felt a bit weird, everything else was quite acceptable.

"Really don't you need me to accompany you?" Although he knew the fighting power of Jack and Clay, Lopez still felt a little worried when he saw beautiful girls like Hannah and Jiejie among the people traveling with him.

"Don't worry, we are prepared."

Clay opened the trunk door to show the equipment they brought, which surprised the former Mexican Marine Lieutenant, and then changed his words.

"The Hanging Gang is just a motorcycle gang. They don't even have many guns. Don't go too far."

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The beach, a few gasoline barrels with bonfires, a few beer barrels that are only one size smaller than gasoline barrels, an ice machine, and a loud speaker recorder playing rap music, it's a lively party.

A muscular bald man with a beard and hair, a motorcycle man wearing a leather vest, a skinny drug addict, and a young lady in revealing clothes, all had fun around the bonfire with ice beer.

The sudden arrival of three black GMC Yukons with California license plates obviously disturbed the party creatures' interest. Before the vehicles stopped one by one, several people rode Harley motorcycles to surround the front and back of the small convoy.

Jack and Clay were the first to get off the car wearing bulletproof vests with FBI letters printed on them. Both of them only wore sleeveless T-shirts inside. Although there was sea breeze at the seaside and it was night, the temperature was still around 20 degrees.

The air was filled with the unique unpleasant smell of the big cat. Jack sniffed in disgust, ignored the tattooed men who surrounded him, and walked straight to a bald strong man.

"Heck, right? FBI, I want to ask you something."

The bald strong man had a big gold chain around his neck and wore a tight black T-shirt that could highlight his pectoral muscles. At first glance, he looked like a young version of Vin Diesel, but when you get closer, you will find that he is much uglier than the family hero.

Hearing Jack introduce himself, the gang members around him cheered, some put their hands on the bulge of their waists in a threatening manner, and some simply lifted their shirts to reveal the pistols inserted in their belts.

At this time, the wanted criminals team in the GMC behind also got off the car, each holding a Noveske N4 assault rifle. Alice, who rarely went out to gain experience, had already nervously put her finger on the safety button.

"Calm down! Relax, don't get too excited." The bald man Hector raised his hand to stop the men who came closer, and showed Jack a slightly mocking smile.

"Sorry, agent, please forgive them, they are just a little too worried about my safety."

Jack glanced at his crooked men, and didn't even see a shotgun. He already knew that Lopez's intelligence on the Hanged Gang was quite accurate, just a small-scale street gang.

Although these gangs have big backgrounds, and if they go up all the way, they may be able to lead to a cartel (large drug trafficking group), but they are the FBI, not the Mexican police.

So Jack made his attitude clear, "Maybe, although I really want to say that we are not here to cause trouble, but it depends on your cooperation."

"Hehe." Hector's ugly face barely maintained a smile, "You are very bold, my friend."

"I have no interest in being friends with people like you." Jack completely ignored the other party's ugly face, opened his phone and showed a photo of the deceased Lee Kern.

"Have you seen him? You or your people."

Hector just glanced at it casually, and the mockery on his face became more serious.

"This is not a kindergarten, and our girls are not interested in such a little kid whose hair hasn't even grown out yet. You've got the wrong person, agent."

"No, I'm not looking for someone. He's dead. Tell me about your whereabouts in the past 24 hours."

While Jack and Hector were talking, Clay and Jiejie also opened their phones and showed Lee Kern's photo to a group of Hanged Gang members, while secretly observing their expressions.

"Oh, that's a pity." Hector spread his hands and pointed to his men around him, "We have been partying here, and there are many witnesses here who can provide me with an alibi."

"Do you mind if we check here?"

Jack looked at the several tin houses behind the gang, where tools such as shovels were placed at the door. If they wanted to find the sickle that was the murder weapon, or evidence such as biodiesel, it should be in there.

When they heard that the FBI was going to conduct a search, several burly gang members immediately surrounded them with fierce eyes, and even Hector narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Maybe, agent, I'm always hospitable." He cast his eyes on the three beautiful girls in the team, and greed and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"In exchange, why don't you let these bitches you brought with you drink with us? While we drink, you can check these places at will, how about that?"

Before he finished speaking, Jack grabbed Hector's neck, which was almost as thick as his bald head. The severe pain made him arch his body involuntarily, and he almost knelt on one knee on the beach.

A series of Spanish swear words rang out, and the Hanged Gang members who were already eyeing the surroundings were about to clamor forward, but Jack let go of Hector before someone drew his gun, and pushed him back several steps, and was supported by two men.

The next step was to go through the routine. Although Jack and his team were FBI, this was Mexico, not to mention that they didn't even have a search warrant.

Although the Hanged Gang is a small street gang, it is still a local snake. If the boss Hector lets the FBI touch it, he will be very embarrassed and it will be difficult to lead the team in the future.

But seeing that the FBI is obviously unable to settle the matter with their guns and cannons today, the best way is to let everyone speak with fists.

Amid Hector's scolding, his men put away their pistols. Seeing this, the team behind Jack and Clay also turned on the safety of their assault rifles again and pointed the muzzles slightly downward. Both sides are very disciplined.

Following Hector's call, a muscular Latino man with a height of nearly two meters walked out of the crowd with a roar, and his clothes burst directly, uh, to be precise, he easily tore off his T-shirt as if tearing paper.

The strong man beat his huge chest muscles provocatively towards this side. Jack began to take off his bulletproof vest without saying a word, then took off his pistol, and finally took off his badge.

Seeing that the seemingly "weak" FBI actually accepted the challenge, the members of the Hanged Gang and the girls in revealing clothes were immediately excited.

A group of people consciously spread out and formed a big circle, and some even blew whistles to liven up the atmosphere.

Jubal and the people of the wanted criminal team also occupied the part of the circle behind Jack to help him. Amid the cheers, the muscular man smiled ferociously and shook his pectoral muscles provocatively.

This eye-catching scene made Jack a little bit unbearable to watch, and he walked to the circle casually and stood still, waving at the other party.

The muscular man exhaled two rough breaths from his nostrils like an angry bull, bent slightly, and really rushed towards Jack like a bull.

Although this guy is fat and strong and looks like a bull, his movements are extremely agile. In just a few steps, his steps are a combination of virtual and real, just like a master of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.

Jack never expected to meet a master who pretended to be a tiger and ate pigs. He originally wanted to have a fist-to-fist fight, but now he gave up the idea and dodged to the side in a rather embarrassed manner.

The onlookers of the Hanged Gang laughed at him, and many of them raised their middle fingers to Jack. However, the people in the wanted criminal team remained calm, and Hannah even showed a strange smile on her face.

As the fighting partner who practiced wrestling and jiu-jitsu with Jack the most, the girl naturally knew how much he hated to fight with the same sex on the ground, and most of the moves in Brazilian jiu-jitsu were performed on the ground.

After pulling away, Jack took a defensive posture, took small butterfly steps, and occasionally picked up a small handful of fine sand.

The muscular man's eyes suddenly became alert, snorted coldly, straightened his waist, and pressed his hands in dissatisfaction to the guys who were making trouble on both sides, indicating silence.

Jack's action is actually a rejection and warning. If the opponent still bends down and insists on trying to knock him down and enters a ground-based contest, don't blame him for picking sand and using dirty tricks.

The muscular man seems to know quite a few routines. He snorted coldly and took a side horse stance, with his left hand in front and his right hand defending his waist and abdomen, and made a karate palm.

Isn't this right? Jack laughed, stopped the butterfly step, and waited for the opponent to take the initiative to attack.

"Ha!" The muscular man exhaled and shouted, followed by his back foot and punched straight.

This guy's arms look thicker than Jack's calves, but the muscle lines of his whole body are very smooth, and his left and right ears are the most common "dumpling ears" of boxers.

This proves that his physique is not the kind of thing that is bulged by injections and medication, but is actually trained. His tentative punch seems to be to prove this point, and the speed is amazing.

Unfortunately, the Jack he faced was a monster that was only a hair’s breadth away from being inhuman, although this “monster” had no intention of exposing his true nature at the moment, and was usually keen on using hot weapons.

Facing a martial arts master who was half a head taller than him, weighed nearly twice as much, and was still extremely agile, Jack had no intention of ending the fight quickly.

He was a little full from eating steak today, and it was a rare opportunity to fight someone in public, so he just slightly sidestepped to avoid the opponent’s fist’s path, and stretched out his right hand to hit the muscular man’s wrist.

The direction of the fist was easily deflected, and the muscular man was slightly stunned, but the muscle memory formed over the years did not show this hesitation, and he quickly retracted his fist while raising his right foot.

After a feinted mid-section kick was initiated, the muscular man’s right leg suddenly changed line, and the hip joint internal rotation made the calf almost upright, and chopped down from the upper side.

This is the Brazilian kick called "Crescent Moon Scimitar" in karate, similar to the line-changing kick in Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do, which is both sinister and fierce, making it hard to defend against.

Jack narrowly avoided the kick with a backward move, and for the second time he distanced himself from the muscular man, and looked at him seriously with some surprise.

He is obviously a muscular man, why does he like to play tricks so much?

The muscular man was even more surprised than Jack. His two consecutive failures gave him an ominous premonition. The man in front of him, who looked more like a pretty boy who was good at picking up girls in the bar, seemed not so easy to deal with.

The crowd around him started to make noise again. At this time, some knowledgeable guys finally saw some tricks, but most people were still making noise and booing and laughing at Jack.

"Kill him, 'Blood Axe', what are you waiting for!" Hector had a gloomy face, and one hand kept rubbing his neck.

A girl who was already wearing cool clothes directly pulled up her cute girl and swung her towards the field, "Kill this pretty boy, I'll be yours tonight!"

The muscular man called "Blood Axe" by Hector once again blew two thick breaths from his big nostrils, pulled out his boxing stance, and danced the butterfly step like Jack just now.

"You know a lot." Jack shook his head and sighed, and also put up his boxing stance, and this time took the initiative to attack, kicking the opponent's lower abdomen with his right leg.

"Blood Axe" put down his left hand to block, and felt that his arm was shaken and hurt. Before he could react, he felt the wind was different.

He subconsciously shrank his head to dodge, and Jack turned and kicked his right shoulder.

Feeling a burning sensation in his shoulder, "Blood Axe" stood unsteadily and took three steps back, but Jack was relentless this time, and rushed forward to follow up at almost the same speed, hitting him hard in the middle of his abdomen with his elbow.

This is exactly the lower edge of the human stomach. The "Blood Axe" that was hit hard by this attack took a few steps back again, and a mouthful of acid water sprayed far away. The beer he drank before mixed with other stomach contents formed a man-made fountain with a touching smell in front of him and Jack.

Avoiding this "special attack" sideways, Jack pointed at Hector who had an ugly face and hooked his finger slightly, "Why don't you all come together? I changed my mind and don't want to waste any more time."