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

"Is that old guy reliable?" Jack still had some doubts.

"It's definitely not going to work if you ask him to help you arrest people, but it shouldn't be a problem to find someone. Don't underestimate an old patrolman who hasn't fired a shot in nearly 20 years. The urban foxes and rats on the street will give him some face."

With a bit of worry about gain and loss, Jack hugged Zoe and fell asleep.

At the end of the briefing the next day, Superintendent Gray indeed called Jack to the office alone and handed him a photo. It was none other than Alejandro Mejia, whose pseudonym was Sacer Ojeda.

"Try to find this person. His last known location is near the County Art Museum. Remember to keep a low profile."

Jack knowingly asked, "Can I ask another officer for help?"

Superintendent Gray nodded, "Yes, but it must be kept confidential. After the arrest, no questioning is allowed, no information is allowed to be entered, just call the IRS directly on the number above, and protect the guy's safety before the IRS comes to pick him up."

Jack pretended to be confused, left Gray's office, turned around and copied a photo, and found Smiddy, an old salty fish, with a box of donuts, who had a look of understanding on his face.

"Tell me, kid, do you want to get the contact information of the new red-haired chick in the dispatch center, or do you want to get some tickets to the strip bar?"

"Uh" Jack choked up at the question.

"I just want to find help, someone on the street."

"Give me half." Smidi showed an expression that I knew well.

"What?"

Jack was startled. Could this be the legendary man who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger? He has some special identity under his seemingly salty appearance. He had the impression that Smiddy had indeed organized a secret organization, but that was not a joke made by the screenwriter. Of?

My contact with the IRS only happened last night. How did this old salty fish get wind of it? Even if Superintendent Gray leaked the news, he shouldn't know about the bonus. This guy actually dared to speak directly.

"Are you doing private work? Do you have a friend who is a bounty hunter? Catching a guy who skipped the bail and absconded? I don't care how much the reward is, either give me half, or at least 500 yuan."

Well, it was indeed the lion who opened his mouth, but it was different from what he thought.

Jack breathed a sigh of relief, with an indignant look on his face: "That's impossible, I'm just helping a poor woman find her runaway husband, 50 yuan, no more."

Smidy's little eyes rolled around a few times, a little unwillingly: "200 yuan, no more."

"100 yuan plus a portion of my homemade apple pie. If you don't do it, I'll find someone else."

"Deal! Give me the photo."

Jack made a light move in his hand, and the box of donuts and the photo in his hand were gone.

The day when Angela officially joined the Police Detective Bureau was getting closer, but today when she was patrolling the streets, the eldest sister always had a frown on her face.

If it were in the past, Jack would have been eager to start eating melons in the name of caring, but today he was a little absent-minded. After all, this bonus was a huge amount for him, and Smiddy really didn't seem to be a reliable person. people.

Just as he was thinking about whether to find a few more people to help, or to try his luck nearby after work at night, Jack felt his arm being touched, and turned around to see Angela looking at him with a look of resentment on her face.

Jack was startled. There was something wrong with her style. This eldest sister was usually more carefree and more manly than most male police officers. Today, this little daughter-in-law was showing off to him. What kind of trouble was she going to make?

After quickly reflecting on whether he had offended her today, Jack asked cautiously.

"Wesley?"

"He doesn't even want to take me to see his mother!"

Angela burst into tears immediately, scaring Jack half to death. He quickly stopped the police car on the side of the road and hurriedly found a wet tissue and handed it to her.

"I'm usually a bit of a tomboy. I eat a lot and don't like cleaning. The room is extremely messy. But I'm changing all these things."

"Bang!" Jack slammed his head on the steering wheel, and looked like he was in pain.

There was no way, he was afraid that he couldn't help but laugh out loud, and then be beaten into a hornet's nest by the angry Angela.

It has been more than three years since I came to this world, excluding the three girls with whom I am entangled, like Lucy, Angela, and even Nila Harper and Zhuan Go

Although the two black girls, Bishop of DEA, have their own character flaws, they have one thing in common.

They are all women with quite independent personalities. They long for love and marriage, but they will never rely on their partners and lose themselves just because of money.

This was completely different from the little fairies Jack had met who both wanted and desired. He had never been to the other side of the ocean in his previous life, and had no way of knowing whether all the beautiful Chinese women in that world were like them.

From a rational point of view, maybe what is missing should be shown more. These female characters with distinctive personalities that American drama screenwriters strive to portray may be just a rarity. After all, judging from the actual social status of women in the two countries, this possibility is very high. .

But Jack is very fortunate that the women around him now, regardless of whether they are related to him or not, are not particularly "acting", so there is only one reason why Angela behaves like this.

Restarting the police car, Jack turned around and drove to the central hospital without saying a word. Angela in the passenger seat was puzzled.

"where are we going?"

Jack suppressed his laughter and felt that he was really becoming a friend of women.

"Go to the hospital and give you a checkup?"

"Don't joke with me, I'm already in a terrible mood."

"I'm not kidding, I know a lot of girls who worry about gains and losses and only look for reasons from themselves, but you, Angela, are definitely not one of them.

Normally, at this point you should be complaining to me about Wesley being a jerk, or go find him, have a big fight with him and get a room instead of feeling sorry for yourself. "

Seeing that she was still staring at him with her big eyes, Jack could only give further hints.

"How long has it been since your friend came to see you?"

"Oh, my god!"

Angela hurriedly took out her phone and flipped through the calendar.

"I thought I was just late lately. You know, my timing is always wrong. Are you saying I might be pregnant?"

Jack hurriedly waved his hand and denied it three times.

"I don't, I'm not, I don't know, I don't know anything about your physical condition. You should ask Wesley this question. After all, small umbrellas are sometimes not so reliable. I just did the simplest reasoning."

Angela suddenly became shy and looked a little embarrassed.

"Actually, you just need to stop at a pharmacy and buy a pregnancy test. It doesn't need to be that troublesome."