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

Colonel Norman Jengers put a smile on his face again and said to Tim: "Are we reconciled? Superintendent Bradford."

Tim watched Lucy and John handcuff Pettigrew, then made an OK gesture toward the crane, and turned on the intercom.

"It's okay, Angela."

The red spot on Colonel Norman Jangles' chest disappeared in a flash. He turned around and made an urging gesture to his teammates.

"Okay, let's get it done quickly."

"What will happen to the money?" John asked loudly.

"Inject funds for covert operations for the next five years." Colonel Norman Jengers smiled broadly, not at all like a man who had been coerced less than a minute ago.

"The federal government spends billions of dollars every year on covert operations. Bradford must know something about it. He must have seen a lot of counterfeit money when he was in Afghanistan."

Tim lowered his head, seeming to recall some bad memories, and admitted reluctantly: "Yes."

Jack on the side had already put away his gun and helped the forklift driver whom he took as a hostage to put back the raincloth on the pile of counterfeit money on the forklift. Hearing this conversation, he sneered in his heart, military bills are just military bills, what the hell. It’s so shameless to replace money.

The conversation continued, but John still didn't understand.

"But this is counterfeit money!"

Colonel Norman Jangles' black face seemed to be coated with a halo at this time, and he spoke in a strange, aria-like voice.

"You can think of it this way, we are not printing money, we are printing freedom."

Jack was about to vomit, but when he thought about the cheap gasoline his car burned, in his previous life, he might not have been able to pay enough for a trip to a restaurant just by going out. This won't work. He still needs to change his mentality. Let's change it now. He is a lighthouse man. Whether it is freedom or oil, they are all good things. The cheaper they are, the better.

The LAPD was about to leave. People from the CIA and National Intelligence Agency continued to be busy. Jack was about to get out of the way, but was blocked by John Reese.

"Have you ever considered joining the CIA?"

This blunt recruitment method is really quite Lisel's style. Jack laughed and said, "I still prefer to catch bad guys and solve crimes. The life of Zero Zero Seven may not be suitable for me."

Although it is unclear whether this man's identity in this world is the Reese in "POI" and whether he will be betrayed by the CIA, but compared to the CIA and the FBI, the FBI is obviously much safer, not to mention the CIA. Strictly speaking, it has nothing to do with the profession of police.

After walking a few steps, LAPD colleagues were surrounding Zoe, and they heard her warning everyone: "I didn't show up tonight, and you haven't seen me either, you know?"

Everyone nodded. It was Jack's idea to ask Zoe to take action. When making plans before, Jack's idea was that the more people there would be the better tonight, and there should also be someone with enough identity to control the scene, but he would never do it until the last minute. Can't break up.

The bigger the scene, the more reckless agents abroad will be wary of it. If they kill one or two policemen, they may hold their noses and wipe their butts, but if they want to take down an entire LA precinct's main police force, they still have to worry about it. Being able to escape unscathed was purely a case of overthinking. Although the patrol officers were low-ranking, they were still employees of the state government.

Jack's arrangement is one after another. Tim and others attract attention, and he makes a sneak attack to confirm the existence of the counterfeit money. This is the key to everything. Once things get out of hand, the unsuspecting Long Beach Police Department rushes to the scene. With these counterfeit bills, the so-called federal secret mission was immediately completed.

This is like a tightrope acrobatic performance. Angela holding a sniper rifle is a force insurance, just like the safety rope hung by the actor to prevent the situation from getting out of control. Zoe is equivalent to the stick in the actor's hand to maintain balance. The essential.

Although she only said one sentence when she appeared, she endorsed the entire incident today. Whether it was people from the CIA or the National Intelligence Agency, they finally believed that these LAPD lunatics were really fighting for an innocent homeless man who died tragically. Han was more serious with them.

Finally it was over, Zoe drove home by herself, pretending to ignore what happened, while the others escorted the suspect back to the police station.

"You just happened to wander to the pier, and then the murderer of Joe Delacours happened to appear in front of you, and then surrendered to you?"

Superintendent Gray, who had already changed into civilian clothes and was about to get off work, looked at everyone with a look on his face that said, "You're kidding me."

"Yes, sir." Everyone who had already confessed repeatedly on the way back said in unison.

"Then tomorrow morning if the Chief Superintendent calls me and scolds me"

"He won't."

Tim decisively interrupted what he was going to say next.

The two men exchanged glances, and Superintendent Gray was speechless.

"Well, I don't want to know what happened tonight. I'm going home to sleep. It's best if you don't make any mistakes in your report."

"Yes, sir." Everyone said in unison again and dispersed laughing.

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In the busy lobby of LA International Airport, Hannah, who was wearing black business attire and looking like a completely elite woman, pulled her suitcase out of the aisle, took off her sunglasses and looked around, but she didn't see a familiar tall figure from behind. , couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed.

Just as she was about to fumble with her small bag and take out her mobile phone to make a call, a strong hand suddenly grabbed her arm from behind. Just when Hannah was about to give her a sneak attack backwards, something sounded in her ears. There was a wistful voice.

"LAPD, you've got an arrest chick."

"Ah!" Hannah screamed, turned around and threw herself into the arms of the person behind her.

"Why don't you give me a kiss?" Before Jack could finish his words, his mouth was tightly blocked.

Time seems to have stopped at this moment.

"Hey, is this your new trick for teaching science?" Jack wiped his lips that almost bled from being chewed, and reached out to pull the suitcase at Hannah's feet.

But the sweet girl could only keep making silly jokes, and it took her a long time to say, "I miss you."

Simple words of love are the most touching. Looking at the sweet girl who only has eyes for herself, without the cold and elite look she had when she just got off the plane, Jack's chest feels slightly sore, as if this scene has touched the softest thing deep in his heart. parts,

Involuntarily holding Hannah in his arms again, Jack whispered: "I miss you too, every day."

Feeling that the touch on his chest was no longer the same, he frowned, let go of the girl, took a half step back, and looked at her whole body carefully again.

The legs are thinner, the waist is also thinner, and the chest is thinner.

"Was training so hard at Quantico? You lost at least 10 pounds."

"It's fifteen pounds. The food there is rotten. Those bastard nutritionists just make those damn pastes every day. I really want to eat your sweet and sour pork and sweet and sour short ribs. I can't even dream of it."

Hannah held Jack's arm and spoke coquettishly in her unique southern accent. Although it was weird, it was unexpectedly cute.