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

Suddenly there was an engine sound in the distance, and Walker's Raptor F150 rushed down the hillside on the other side and circled to the other side of the pickup truck. It drifted and the headlights of the car hit the two people hiding behind the car.

"Texas Rangers, drop your weapons, you're under arrest."

Amid Walker's roar, Jack took two quick steps, walked around the front of the car, and found that the short man turned out to be a red-haired woman. At this time, she had dropped the rifle in her hand and fell to her knees. She lowered her head as if because of nervousness and fear. He was shaking non-stop, and sobs came from his mouth.

"Stan Morrison, damn it, is it really you?"

Walker got out of the car, pointing the gun in his hand at the injured man who was leaning on the front wheel of the car with his hands on his waist, turning his back towards him, his tone full of anger and disbelief.

Seeing that Walker recognized him, the injured man finally stopped imitating the ostrich and turned his head slowly, his eyes filled with despair.

"Yes, Cody (Cordell's nickname), it's me, old friend, I didn't expect to meet here."

Tsk, this 60-year-old brown-haired man with triangular eyes was a big shot in my mind. Seeing that the overall situation was decided, it was time to let go of the CG. Jack walked up to Walker, with the gun still pointed at the man and woman on the ground, and started the melon-eating mode.

"So, now do you want to send me to the police station or what are your plans?" Stan Morrison seemed a little indifferent.

Walker took two steps forward, pulled down a plastic bucket from the pile of plastic buckets in the back of the pickup truck, pulled out a dagger from his leg, and pierced the small package of tightly wrapped gadgets.

Jack glanced at the gray-white powder that leaked out, and a choking smell hit his nostrils. It must be caffeine.

"Stan Morrison, the head of the Department of Public Safety, is getting ready to run for District Attorney. Politician? Are you serious? Is there something wrong with you?"

Jack raised his eyebrows when he heard this. If he remembered correctly, the Texas Rangers belonged to the Department of Public Safety. In other words, this was Walker's boss's boss.

"The day I joined the Mounted Police, I swore an oath to you!!!"

Walker lowered his gun and paced back and forth in front of Stan a little irritably.

"I was just controlled by them, yes, controlled. At the beginning, I just wanted to earn some pension and distribute the drug gangs obtained by the police," Stan defended.

"Then these 'Northland' gangs knew about our operation, and they wanted to keep going. Do you know how hard it is to climb out of the abyss? You did a great job and hit them hard."

"So you, a damn old bastard, are going to personally deliver goods to them and protect their transactions?"

Walker grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up from the ground, "Only us mounted police know this route. You just ate Molly's stewed beef brisket at our house while trying to figure out the route from me." You brought the caffeine in safely from Mexico?"

Before he finished asking, it felt like Walker was going to strangle this guy to death in the next second, so Jack quickly interrupted.

"How's Emily?"

When his wife was mentioned, Walker's excitement calmed down a bit.

"She's fine. The bullet penetrated her twice and didn't damage her internal organs. Jerry has helped her stop the bleeding."

"But you" Walker turned his head again, grabbing Stan by the collar and forcing him to look at him.

"Stan! Look into my eyes!"

"Emily and Stella have recognized you, right? You are an old friend of our family. How many years have you been? Hmm? Thirty years? Forty years?"

"You watched Stella and Auggie be born. You also hosted Emily and I's wedding. You come to our house every month to eat your favorite beef brisket and play with the children. Now you actually Shooting at them, how could you do such a thing, you bastard!"

Before he finished speaking, Walker had already put away his gun and punched Stan hard in the face. Stan did not dare to fight back. He leaned awkwardly on the pickup truck and raised a hand in front of him.

Jack felt something was wrong. Seeing that this guy was using his left hand to cover the wound, and keeping his right hand in his trouser pocket, he quickly stepped forward and pushed Walker away. He grabbed Stan's right wrist and twisted it hard. It hurt. He screamed.

He took out his cell phone from his pants pocket. Inside was a half-edited text message to be sent to the local emergency center. It read, "I am Stan Morris from the Department of Public Safety. I was kidnapped by Trooper Cordell Walker."

Jack threw the phone to Walker, sneered, turned the gun, and shot the red-haired woman on the other side who was pretending to be scared and crying the whole time, but was actually looking for an opportunity to take the gun from her boots for a sneak attack.

As the body fell to the ground, a small palm-sized revolver fell from her hand. This was the result of poor acting skills. She screamed for a long time without even removing her eyeshadow.

At this time, Emily's Subaru stopped not far away. Hannah stopped the car, turned back to the two children and said: "Take care of your mother, don't get out of the car."

Then she ran to Jack and looked at the scene in front of her. It was obvious that she also knew this Stan Morrison.

"A box of drugs fell over in their car, and Stella saw it. The bastard shot her directly. Emily was injured because she was protecting Stella."

At this time, Stella also jumped out of the car, rushed directly to Stan, and kicked him hard on the knee.

"Fakeyu, I even wanted to pretend I didn't see anything for a moment. You bastard, you actually dared to shoot me and my mother."

Hannah hugged Stella’s waist from behind and forcibly pulled the emotionally broken little girl back to the car.

"Hannah, don't go to the hospital, drive farther away and wait for us." Jack turned around and ordered.

Hannah freed up a hand and made a difficult OK gesture, stuffed the struggling Stella into the back seat of the car, then closed the door, drove the car a certain distance, turned off the engine, turned off the lights, and waited in place. With.

"So you just wanted to strike first, right? Confusing right and wrong? You really deserve to be a politician."

Walker threw Stan's phone to the ground and fired directly at it.

"We are dead. You don't know what you have done. You will kill everyone. The Northern Kingdom will not let us go. Not even Molly and Bonham can escape."

Stan, who had been able to force himself to be calm just now, completely collapsed and collapsed on the ground, looking at the red-haired woman's body and muttering in his mouth.

"You don't know who she is. This woman is Carly. She is the woman of Bill, the boss of the Northern Kingdom. He will not let us go."

Seeing Walker's confused expression, Jack knelt down in front of Stan and patted his face in amusement, "You're dead, not us."

"Just two days ago, I encountered a group of ogres in the Lincoln National Forest in New Mexico. Guess what the FBI did?"

"They sent a team of seals to kill all the ogres. All traces disappeared in the flames. No one knew what happened. Even if someone heard the rumors and went to find them, there was not even a single burnt piece left. There’s no wood to be found.”

"No, no, no, no, Cody, you are the best trooper I have ever seen. You can't let him do this. I am your family's friend. This guy who came out of nowhere is not worthy of trust at all. , don’t listen to him, arrest me, I am willing to testify in court, believe me, I swear!!!”

Stan watched in panic as Jack slowly pointed the gun at him, shook his head wildly, and turned to Walker to plead.

"I'm a selfish bastard. I was just nervous for a moment. Think about how I taught you back then. We are police officers and we should act according to the rules. I beg you."

"You're right, I should act according to the rules." Walker said this, but slowly put his right hand on the holster on his waist.

"But you reminded me, you not only taught me one thing, you are the chairman of the Ministry of Public Security. How many black police officers will follow your orders in the system? How closely do you collude with the 'Northern Country'? No wonder we have paid so much No matter how much we pay, we still can't get rid of this damn gang."

"No, please Cody, even if it is for the safety of your family and for our friendship for so many years, I was wrong. Let me go to jail. You have always been just. Don't let my blood stain yours." hand."

As if he had sensed the approach of death, Stan begged and burst into tears.

"For the safety of my family, thank you for your last lesson, Stan."

"boom!"

Although there may not be many young students who read my novels, I still wish them all a title on the gold medal list, a triumphant return, success in their studies, and use of what they have learned! mwah