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

Reacher's eyes were puzzled, and he stared at Jack with a frown for a long time, as if he was wondering where his reasoning was wrong.

The female police officer stretched out her hand to signal the two of them to finish their coffee and return the cups, "What's interesting is that both of you are named Jack."

Jack stood up again, handed over the ceramic cup in his hand, turned around and stretched out his hand to Rachel in a friendly manner, "Jack Tavole."

Reacher still frowned, shaking hands while still observing him carefully, "Jack Reacher."

At this time, Finlay walked out of the office in a hurry and greeted the female police officer: "Rosko, we need to leave immediately. The phone number is missing."

"It seems that the two of us are going to get along for a while. Maybe we can talk about how to distinguish each other, or give each other nicknames or something?" Jack suggested with a smile.

"Just call you Little Jack." Reacher looked down at him.

"I don't know who is bigger than who yet." Jack also lowered his head and looked at the position of the other person's other head.

The two fell into silence again.

In less than an hour, female police officers Roscoe and Finlay escorted a well-mannered white man wearing designer casual clothes into the police station.

"Go in." Finlay opened the iron door of the detention room and motioned to the white man.

The other party looked at Rachel, as if he had seen a monster. Jack on the side moved his butt to the side, and then he leaned against the wall cautiously, and walked step by step to sit next to Jack.

"Hey, Rachel, come with me." Finley shook his head and motioned for him to come out.

"No." Reacher sat motionless.

Finley's eyes widened, "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Unless you untie me first, you all know I'm not the murderer, and this thing makes me uncomfortable."

Finley had no choice but to say to Roscoe: "Go get a letter opener."

"No need." Reacher stood up and used his arms, which were about the same thickness as a normal person's thigh, to force the plastic tie on his wrist to break easily, and then picked it up with a smile.

"Do you have a recycling bin here?"

Jack on the side looked at the standard handcuffs on his wrists and fell into deep thought. If he did the same thing, would it scare people?

"It's not good if you do this. Next time they will know how to tie more strings."

Watching Reacher walk out of the detention room, he made a sincere suggestion.

"No, I have large handcuffs in the safe." Finley replied, closing the iron door and taking Reacher into his office.

It was quiet at first, but soon the two started arguing in the office. Finlay opened the office door and shouted: "Stevenson, come to my office."

Ever since he saw the gentle white man being escorted back to the police station, the young male police officer who was a little restless lowered his head and entered Finlay's office.

Within 5 minutes, he walked out again with a pale face, and then the arguing in the office became louder.

Finally, Finlay walked out angrily and said as he walked, "You can even see that I just quit smoking, but you don't know what I want to do?"

Reacher was also very annoyed and followed him relentlessly, "You are just messing around. Someone surrendered, and I helped you."

"You helped me?" Finlay pointed at him impolitely.

"You seem to be a little confused about the situation. No matter your current sloppy appearance, unemployment status or homeless living situation, it shows that you are no longer a police officer. Chief Morrison asked me to lock you up until Until we can confirm that you were indeed on the coach at the time of the incident."

As he spoke, he turned around and ordered Rosko, "Notify the county jail to escort the prisoners. These three guys will be temporarily detained until we investigate the case clearly."

This time Reacher was really put on large handcuffs and treated the same as the other two.

After a long wait, a prison van stopped at the door of the police station. Before the three were escorted out of the detention room, Reacher said to Roscoe: "Put away the watch in his hand."

He was referring to the new white man next to him. Jack on the side also reminded: "There is also his ring, otherwise he will be stolen in less than 5 minutes after he goes to jail."

Rosko glanced at the two of them in surprise.

"It was a pleasure chatting with you just now." Reacher thanked Rosko with a serious face. The female police officer took off the white man's watch and ring while looking at him with complicated eyes.

Forget it, you two just get married where you are. Jack rolled his eyes secretly. He is worthy of being a hero and heroine. You have found each other so quickly.

There were only three people sitting in the empty prison bus. Jack looked at the sunset outside the window and felt extremely melancholy. He had really sacrificed too much to help Hannah get revenge.

That is to say, I am no longer an ordinary person. Otherwise, if I go to an old American prison for no reason, I am afraid that I will not really be picked up.

"Thank you. Thank you for reminding them about the watch and the ring. My name is Paul Herborg."

The white man seemed to finally muster up the courage and stammered his thanks to the two men.

"Shut up, you've ruined my journey." Reacher glared at him angrily, instantly making all his courage disappear.

"So, why were you arrested?" Jack, who was sitting in the back row, patted Paul on the shoulder.

"Detective Finlay came to me and said he found a phone number in a corpse's shoe. That number was mine, so I directly admitted that I was the murderer."

Paul replied in a low voice.

"So, did you really kill someone?" Jack asked knowingly. This guy looked like a weakling. His thighs were not as thick as Lei Che's small arms.

"No, you won't understand. If I don't admit it, I will be dead." This guy actually held his head and started sobbing.

Jack didn't ask any more questions. He just needed to confirm that this guy was the key witness. Then he only had to wait for one more thing to happen and force the protagonists to unite, and then they could break the situation directly.

When the prison bus drove into the prison, it was already dark. A slovenly old prison guard was waiting outside. He watched the three people get off the car one by one and said.

"I'm Officer Spivey. Follow the yellow line. Prisoners, you will be held in a segregation cell until they schedule your arraignment for the weekend."

After changing their prison uniforms, the three were taken into an empty four-person cell and spent the night in silence.

In the early morning, after a bell rang, the electromagnetic lock of the cell opened automatically. Jack opened his eyes and stood up, and saw that Rachel, who was also sleeping on the bunk of another canopy bed, had jumped out of the bed and walked out of the cell.

That Paul was squatting in the corner of the cell, looking restless. Knowing that he hadn't slept all night, Jack patted him on the shoulder and followed him out of the cell.

The corridor outside the cell was very lively, and some people were playing rap music. Jack looked around and found that the prisoners around him were all guys with gang tattoos on their arms.

Looking at each other and Rachel, the two hurriedly walked back to the cell.