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

Tim seemed to understand something: "You mean, if we make a big splash, the other party won't dare to act rashly?"

"No." Jack shook his head: "We can only make a grand gesture, but we can't really do it, otherwise their secret operation will fail and we won't get what we want, so we can only do this."

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An hour later, LA Long Beach Freight Terminal.

"Why did you install a row of conspicuous red breathing lights on the front of this Firebird? Although it looks cool, it is not conducive to night operations at all."

Tim complained, but the envy of Jack's car in his eyes was genuine.

"This is originally a toy I use to attract beauties, not to participate in secret operations. You'd better pray that there won't be any conflicts later, otherwise you will be responsible for even a little scratch on my baby."

Jack was unforgiving, but he was also upset in his heart. His car was not really a super car with artificial intelligence, and it was not even bulletproof. As a result, he drove it out when his brain got hot, although it was indeed interesting along the way. .

"Jack, Tim, are all in place." Angela's voice came from the intercom.

The two people waiting in the car exchanged glances, opened the door and got out of the car. Jack whispered: "Be careful and act according to the plan."

Tim nodded without saying anything. He drew his gun and sneaked towards the dock.

Jack changed his route and also headed towards the dock. Not long after, he appeared on the top of two stacked containers.

The dock was brightly lit, and a dozen armed men were busy. Some were operating forklifts to load goods into an open container, and the rest were standing guard around with automatic weapons. He also saw the man who called himself Colonel Norman Jengers. The black man was beside an SUV, lowering his head to discuss something with another man.

A few minutes later, there was a clang from a corner. Colonel Norman Jangles raised his head and waved to the people around him. Everyone immediately dispersed. After a while, John, Nila and Tim hugged each other. The head was taken out.

"John, what's the matter with you? I warned you." Colonel Norman Jangles spread his hands and walked towards John.

"But I didn't listen." John replied calmly.

"I'm very disappointed. I thought you were quite smart." There was a murderous intent in the smile on Colonel Norman Jangles' face.

"No, the smart one is my friend, otherwise the FBI wouldn't look down on him. All this is part of his plan."

John tilted his head, and the eyes of everyone present followed his line of sight. Next to the stopped forklift, Jack appeared there not long ago, holding a gun to the head of a hostage with one hand, and the other hand had already pulled away The raincloth covering the goods on the forklift pallet was revealed, and there were neatly stacked hundred-dollar bills on it.

"How much does this pallet cost? Let me guess, 20 million? It's the first time I've seen someone use a container to transport money. Who can tell me how much the entire container can hold? 1 billion? 2 billion ?”

Jack joked with a smile, not caring that he was being pointed at by N guns.

Colonel Norman Jengers' smile remained unchanged, "Look, John, you really don't think you can threaten us with just one hostage. I told you, sometimes we have to accept collateral damage."

John's face remained expressionless, and he pointed at his chest with his raised right hand, where there was a laser red dot.

Nila put down her hands that were holding her head and folded them in front of her chest, rolling her eyes, "What if you are involved in this collateral damage? . 50 caliber, 350 meters, the best rifle shooter in the LAPD police department - Angela... Lopez, I believe you already have information about all of us.”

After speaking, she waved to the tallest tower crane in the entire pier.

The smile on Colonel Norman Jangles' face gradually stiffened and finally turned gloomy.

"Why bother? This is an ending that benefits no one. We are trained to complete the mission at all costs."

"Are you sure you can complete the task?" Jack snapped his fingers in a cool manner, and the sound of cars sounded in the distance. A police car drove over with its lights flashing, but no siren sounded.

Lucy and Zoe got out of the car and appeared in front of everyone.

"Can you explain who gave you the authority to print counterfeit money in my jurisdiction and kill people without restraint?"

Zoe asked righteously.

Colonel Norman Jangles was already numb. A branch chief who was about to leave his post to enter politics seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Okay Norman, why don't you listen to what they want."

From the shadows covered by the SUV body, a man stepped out. It was the man who had been talking to Colonel Norman Jengers before.

Jack's eyes suddenly widened, his pupils shaking like mud, John Doe! ! !

This man with a stern face and slightly melancholy eyes turned out to be John Reaser, the cold-blooded thug in a suit and future good friend of Harold Finch, who suddenly appeared at this moment.

Fortunately, everyone's attention was now focused on Reese, and no one noticed that Jack was acting strange for a moment.

"One of you kills Joe Delacuzzi, hand him over, and we'll leave."

Tim glanced at Rise, turned to Norman and made a request.

"Where's the money?" Norman tilted his head and gestured to the container next to him and the pallet on the forklift.

"It has nothing to do with us." Tim glanced at the counterfeit banknotes stuffed in the container, and a trace of imperceptible disgust flashed in his eyes.

"Tim?" John thought he heard wrongly.

"John, this is their mission. It has nothing to do with us. Just listen to Tim." Seeing that the other party was loose, Jack quickly spoke up to stop John.

The atmosphere at the scene was a bit stagnant. Colonel Norman Jangles' eyes were wandering. Everyone was silent and seemed to be waiting for his choice.

John Reese walked up to him and said, "You DIA people are in charge, but this operation is carried out in the name of our CIA."

"Okay." Colonel Norman Jangles finally relented.

"Pettigrew! Surrender your weapons."

"What?" A companion behind him looked at him in surprise.

"We have been through so much together, and you just sold me out?"

Colonel Norman Jengers was also very annoyed, "I told you, this is China, keep a low profile, look what you have done? What can I do now, fight with the LAPD here?"

After a pause, he whispered: "They have no direct evidence, so shut your mouth and leave everything to the lawyer. You will be out soon."

Pettigrew pursed his lips, and after a while he reluctantly said, "Yes, sir."