The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 100 Lover Tribulation ([-])
Under the watchful eyes of the lovely Girl Scouts, John, who has always been physically weak, unexpectedly exploded with amazing potential. Although he was a little staggering, he managed to keep up with Jack's footsteps.

Jack didn't use all his strength, one hand was always on the holster around his waist, his eyes were fixed on the dreadlocked boy, and he kept 12 vigilance. Street patrols are like this. Take out a piece of broken copper and rotten iron from any part and fire a shot.

Even so, the braided boy was chased closer and closer in a panic with his things in his arms. When he turned his head for the last time, he found that two patrolmen were less than 5 meters away from him. I got rid of it, and then crashed into a blue Accord without accident.

With a long sound of brakes, the braided boy smashed through the front window glass, half of his body plunged into the cab.

"He rushed out suddenly, I didn't mean it!" A female driver fled out of the car in a panic, looking quite frightened.

"Command Center, this is 7-A-26, requesting fire and emergency personnel, Palmetto and Mateo Avenue, head crashed into vehicle, ASAP."

While calling on the walkie-talkie, Jack got into the cab to check on Dreadlocks' injuries.

Seeing the blood spraying out directly with the rhythm of the heartbeat, it looks very bad at first glance.

"Looks like glass has scratched an artery in the upper arm. Hey, don't move, idiot! If you don't stop the bleeding you'll be bleeding to death in a few minutes."

Jack grabbed the braided boy's arm and looked around for something that could stop the bleeding. This kind of open trauma was too obvious, and he didn't dare to use healing techniques directly.

"Here, you can use this scarf and this pen to make a tourniquet."

A cute little Lori appeared out of nowhere, took the initiative to take off her red scarf, and handed Jack a pen.

"Five centimeters above the wound." Little Luo Li continued to guide.

Jack quickly tied the scarf tightly, tied a knot, then inserted the pen, and turned it around twice vigorously. The scarf strangled tightly into the flesh, stopping the arterial bleeding.

"Thank you, cutie, for saving this idiot's life." Jack clapped little Lori with his bloodless hand in celebration.

"So can I get a Boy Scout badge?"

"Ah, here." Jack, who had been touched in the blind spot of knowledge, cast a help-seeking gaze on Kara behind her.
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After dealing with the scene of a car accident again, the two said goodbye to Kara and her lovely Girl Scouts, took a few free boxes of cookies from them, and continued to patrol.

"So you don't know anything about Boy Scouts?"

John looked a little surprised.

Jack gave him a sideways look, and said to himself that he used to wear a red scarf every day and he couldn't tell you.

"I don't know, I only know that the Girl Scouts sell cookies, and the Boy Scouts are currently involved in a sexual assault scandal."

One sentence directly silenced John, and it took a long time before he retorted in a muffled voice: "I was obviously not like this back then."

Feeling that what he said just now seemed a bit too much, Jack tried to explain: "I didn't mean that, it's just that my parents didn't let me participate."

John shook his head and said that he didn't care: "Actually, I only participated in one summer camp that year, and I didn't get a badge."

"But the little biscuits taste surprisingly good, why don't you try it?" Jack opened a box of biscuits and ate a piece.

John also opened a box and raised his eyebrows: "Indeed, it seems that I should ask Kara for a recipe."

Of course, the biscuits can't really be eaten as a meal, so Jack generously shared the siu mai he made.

The stewed beef brisket is cut into small pieces, served with a little crunchy pickled bamboo shoots, wrapped with glutinous rice soaked in the beef brisket soup, wrapped with a thin layer of dough, pinched into shape, and steamed in a basket , a Chinese dim sum based on western ingredients is completed.

Seeing someone eating siu mai dipped in ketchup happily, Jack frowned slightly. He was born in the south of the Yangtze River. Although his diet is sweet, it is still incomparable with these old beauties. Stewed beef brisket The soup was flavored with rock sugar, but he really couldn't accept the evil way of eating siu mai dipped in tomato sauce.

Superintendent Gray is honest, Valentine's Day is really not a normal busy day, not to mention the two car accidents in one morning, the tickets were issued a few more than usual, and the two just finished their lunch, and the two chatted over Coke Two minutes later, another call came from the command center.

"7-A-26 police car, please go to support a murder case. The husband returned home and found his wife lying on the ground bleeding and unconscious. The detectives are on their way."

Jack and John looked at each other, and quickly picked up the walkie-talkie to reply: "7-A-26 received, we are going to support."

The two soon came to a high-end community and were about to knock on the door when Angela's police car just arrived. The three nodded in greeting, and Jack took out his pistol and knocked on the door.

"LAPD, is anyone in there?"

Hearing the faint sobs coming from inside, Jack tried to turn the doorknob, and the door was gently opened. Jack walked straight through the hallway to the living room where the sound came from. John and Angela behind him split up to check the rooms on both sides of the corridor.

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

When the two turned around, they saw that Jack was squatting on the carpet in front of the fireplace, and a middle-aged Caucasian woman was lying in front of her. The head and the carpet under her body were stained red with blood. A middle-aged Caucasian male in his 40s He fell to the side, with blood on his hands, and was crying sadly.

"Sir?" Angela tried to call him.

Jack shook his head silently to the two, expressing that he was already powerless.

"Today's Valentine's Day, I deliberately went home early to give her a surprise. What kind of beast would do such a thing?"

The husband wept bitterly, as if he was talking to himself, but he gritted his teeth when he spoke the second half of the sentence.

Jack is really not good at comforting people, so he glanced at John, beckoning him to handle it, and turned on the walkie-talkie to call the command center.

"7-A-26, the victim is dead, please send someone to follow up as soon as possible."

The command center replied: "The agent will be here soon."

John and Angela stepped forward, one left and one right, trying to help the heartbroken husband.

"Sir, please let go and come with me."

After calling several times in a row, the husband got some response and got up with the help of the two.

Jack watched coldly, and found that he didn't let go of his wife's hand until he stood up completely at last.

The two had difficulty helping him to sit on the sofa aside. The sad husband covered his face and burst into tears despite the blood on his hands.

John, who was easy to empathize with, seemed a little overwhelmed at this time, and Angela was still comforting the husband in a low voice, trying to persuade him to leave.

(End of this chapter)