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

How to make a boring man talkative? The method is very simple. Give him a bottle of wine and give him a beautiful girl. Now Jack has two in his arms, so when he wakes up, it is already midnight.

After sending the sisters back to sleep in a very gentlemanly manner, Jack packed up his things, got into his tent, and healed himself, and the slight drunken state was lifted.

It was still early before dawn, so he opened the skill list and took a look. There was still a little progress left in the Russian language progress bar before he could be upgraded to proficiency. It seemed that the skill upgrade after the system upgrade was indeed more focused on practical experience.

Jack got into his sleeping bag and was thinking about turning on his mobile phone to find a Russian drama or movie to watch, so as to level up his skills in one go, when he suddenly sensed some slight movement around him.

He reached for the FK7.5 that had been hidden next to the sleeping bag. Just as he was about to explode, the zipper of the tent was gently opened, and under the clear moonlight, a beautiful shadow came in.

"Thalia?"

Before someone's surprised words could be heard, Thalia, wrapped in a nightgown, closed the tent again. The moonlight disappeared, and then there was the sound of the nightgown falling to the ground.

At this time, the tent seemed brighter and whiter than when there was moonlight!

The next moment Jack exclaimed inwardly, a slightly cool plump body squeezed into his sleeping bag.

As we all know, in the desert, the temperature difference between day and night is huge. It is already midnight, and the outside temperature has dropped to close to 0 degrees. Even Mao Mei, who is used to winter swimming, is afraid of the cold.

Just as the two of them were working hard to resist the severe cold, the zipper of the tent was gently opened again.

"Huh? Natasha?"

When he woke up in the morning, feeling the warm and greasy touch on his chest and back, Jack let out a subtle sigh. He should buy a sleeping bag with a higher waterproof level in the future.

The sisters were exhausted while keeping warm together last night. Even though Jack got out of the sleeping bag, they didn't wake up. They just murmured a few times and hugged each other.

This scene is so beautiful.

Jack took out his mobile phone and recorded the scene of the morning sun rising from the desert. After washing up, he started cooking porridge.

When the porridge is almost cooked, cut the last two steaks directly into small strips, throw them into the pot, turn off the heat, let the remaining heat scald the meat, and then sprinkle in a little white pepper and salt. It is extremely delicious.

Jack drank half the pot by himself. He had no choice but to consume too much and needed to replenish energy.

The aroma of boiling beef porridge awakened a pair of sisters. Natasha and Thalia walked out of Jack's tent wrapped in nightgowns and hurriedly got into their own tent to dress and wash up, causing the sound of Fake to be heard in the distance.

When they got out of the tent again, Jack stretched out his hand to invite the two sisters to come over for breakfast. The two kissed him on the left and right cheeks, and started laughing and fighting over each other, just like last night.

Before bidding farewell to the sisters, Jack did not forget to remind them of what he had discovered yesterday, mainly about his suspicion that the two stick men were gangsters in Koreatown.

Natasha happily gave him a kiss as a thank you and told him not to worry, their dear father would take care of these little troubles.

From the few words last night, Jack could probably guess that the two sisters might have some diplomatic background, and the AKM could also explain a lot of problems, so he just gave them a brief reminder and stopped worrying.

Watching the burgundy GMC-SIERRA pickup truck disappear into the distance with smoke and dust, Jack packed his things and his mood. The sisters never asked him for their contact information, which made him feel inexplicably melancholy.

Maybe men are just so mean. If they really ask for contact information, he will have to worry about whether they will have a relationship in the future.

With a clang, when Jack put away his sleeping bag, a delicate silver wine flask fell to the ground. He quickly picked it up and unconsciously grinned with a big smile.

The Firebird sports car was back on the road. Someone held the steering wheel with one hand and stretched out the window with the other, feeling the feeling of the wind passing through his palms. His mind was still immersed in the beautiful memories of last night.

Today's journey was smooth. Jack drove out of California for the first time, crossed the Colorado River, and entered Arizona.

If he goes north along the Colorado River at this time and goes up the river, he will be able to see the legendary Hoover Dam about 130 kilometers away.

But there probably wasn't Megatron hiding under the Hoover Dam in this world, so he didn't bother to take such a long detour. After all, he had been to the Three Gorges Dam in his previous life.

After passing through the famous Phoenix City and driving for less than two hours, Jack arrived in Tucson before the sun went down.

After replenishing some meat, vegetables and fruits at the supermarket in the city center, he found a hotel that looked good and stayed.

Jack didn't want to choose those motels just for cheap. He was not worried about personal safety, but worried about property safety. There were too many things in the car and moving them around would be too troublesome.

He planned a total of about 10 days of travel, and tried to stay in cities rather than towns every day, just to avoid causing trouble as much as possible.

Because advanced electronic anti-theft technology may be able to stop car thieves, but it cannot stop drug addicts and drunkards who smash car windows in anger. Sometimes such people smash a high-end car just because they like something in the car. Pack of cigarettes.

If this happens, the local police will not help him just because he is from LA. They will most likely give him a stern warning to avoid causing trouble and ask him to get out of his jurisdiction as soon as possible.

The stupid federal system of the beautiful country makes leaving a state as troublesome as leaving a country. Although there is no need for a passport or customs clearance, each state has its own laws.

Take the pistol that Jack carries as an example. California's gun license is not necessarily recognized in other states, and each state has its own gun laws, with different regulations on models, especially magazine capacity. Once you get into trouble, He also has to ask Justin for help.

This is one of the reasons why Jack wants to join the FBI. As a federal policeman, as long as he is not carrying a rocket launcher on the road, basically no local police will mess with him.

Tucson is the second largest city in Arizona after Phoenix. A large part of Arizona is desert and Gobi, which is typically vast and sparsely populated.

Therefore, the total population of Tucson is more than 500,000, and the population of the metropolitan area is less than 100,000, but there are only so many people. When Jack put his luggage in the hotel and wanted to drive up the street to find a local restaurant, look What arrived were wandering warblers everywhere.

Almost every time Jack slowed down his car and looked at the sign of a roadside restaurant, a woman in scantily clad clothing and heavy makeup would raise two fingers to him, and some would even take the initiative to bend one finger after seeing his face clearly.

This reminded Jack of Seattle, another city full of wandering warblers he had seen on a small station in his previous life. Almost at that moment, a high-pitched ditty sounded in his ears.