The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 103 Lover Tribulation ([-])
John made up the knife in time: "In fact, we have already visited that bank. There was a very suspicious teller. Jack and I almost identified him on the spot as the murderer. I suggest comparing the victims of the other three robberies and taking Did Qian Shi have contact with him?"

Jack coughed lightly, and stabbed the fatal knife: "You can also find a forensic doctor. I found at the scene that the deceased had acted defensively, and the DNA of the murderer was left in the nails. The teller we saw, the neck and arm There are obvious scratches on it, which should not be left by the cat."

"In addition, we asked the security guard in the bank parking lot to eat a pack of biscuits, and he confirmed to us that the bank teller was driving a blue Honda."

Detective Calderon blushed, took the stack of documents, said "I will verify it", and fled.

Angela excitedly gave the two high-fives to celebrate.

The matter came to an end, and there were still more than two hours before the end of get off work. Jack snatched a few muffins from Lucy, and returned to the street with John to patrol the streets again.

The muffins tasted good too, a bit like the "evergreen" biscuits he had eaten when he was a child combined with the taste of almond shortbread.

However, the busyness of Valentine's Day is not over yet. Seeing that there is less than an hour left before get off work, the call from the command center rang again.

"7-A-26 police car, burglary, female, locked in the bathroom, calling the police that an intruder broke into her home."

"7-A-26 replied, on the way to the scene." John picked up the walkie-talkie and replied.

Jack stuffed the rest of the muffins into his mouth in one gulp, turned on the warning lights skillfully, observed the car behind him, and then made a handsome drift, turned around and drove to the destination amidst the exclamation of passers-by.

10 minutes later
"Almost didn't choke to death." He raised his head and downed half a bottle of water before Jack recovered his breath. Not daring to waste time, he got out of the car and pulled out the Glock, checked the magazine, picked up the walkie-talkie and contacted the command center again.

"7-A-26, we have arrived, please tell the owner, stay in the bathroom and don't come out."

In fact, Jack is a little entangled in his heart. This is the most abnormal thing in this world. As a low-level patrolman, he can encounter serious cases at every turn. Be careful and headshot.

After all, he has been a policeman for more than half a year, and he took two months of administrative leave just because of the shooting, and the people around him still look familiar, which is too unscientific.

Of course, when it's time to shoot, he still shoots. The vacation is still very good. Now that he has a little money in his pocket, he is already eager to build a gun room in the small basement at home.

It should be like in that kind of Hollywood blockbuster, when the button is pressed, there will be a loud clicking sound, and the steel plate will rise, revealing all kinds of awesome big guys in the glass cabinet.

Standing on both sides of the gate, the two exchanged winks. John raised his gun for cover, and Jack reached out and turned the doorknob. With a click, the door opened. This is the most common bungalow in LA similar to a small villa.

There were seven or eight rooms in total, and they were very clean. The two of them searched upstairs and downstairs, but found no trace of intrusion, and even found no trace of being tampered with in the master bedroom.

The two looked at each other suspiciously. Jack came to the bathroom next to the master bedroom, knocked on the door, and said loudly, "Police, we have checked the whole house. It's empty. It's safe. You can come out."

There was a rustling sound inside, and then the door was opened, Jack's eyes widened in surprise, John's eyes wandered, and he didn't know where to look.

The blond-haired young woman who still had a charm, with heavy makeup and a tight-fitting floral short dress with top and bottom cutouts, appeared in front of the two of them.

The young woman was defiant and turned a blind eye to Jack beside her. She straightened her slender waist, stepped forward, and put her hand on John's shoulder.

"Officer Nolan, you are here to rescue me again~~~"

"Or? Let me go?" Jack put away his gun and tiptoed back.

John was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say. The Glock in his hand faced the holster several times in a row but failed to insert it smoothly.

"There are still 7 minutes before get off work, it should be enough to hurry up."

Jack turned around and wanted to slip away, but he was pulled back by John who reacted. This was no longer a question of using a few boxes of cigars as hush money. He ran away, and the old rookie couldn't explain it even with the law enforcement recorder on.

This isn't a deserted interstate, after all, where the highway cops catch a speeding chick and they can shove the hood and fuck off.

John invited the eldest sister back to the living room and asked her to sit down.

"Your false alarm has violated the law!" Jack finally stopped playing the song "I should be under the car, not in the car" and began to admonish him righteously.

Of course he has reason to be angry, not only because this eldest sister delayed him from get off work, but also because her solid figure seriously hurt his young heart, what's more, this is the first time when he and John are together, there will be a Women completely ignore him like today!
"It's not a false alarm, I heard someone in the house." The young woman was still quibbling.

“While Officer John is patrolling the neighborhood? I bet if I check your phone right now, I can find an app that scans for patrol status.”

"You've been waiting for an opportunity, and you picked up the phone to call the police when you found us nearby."

Jack didn't know that there was such an app in Laomei before. It was the information that John accidentally learned when he was making a trap plan when he provoked that [Southern Front] last time.

Now is the time for good cops and bad cops. He took the initiative to choose to be a bad cop. He must let this woman know the seriousness of the matter, otherwise John will face endless harassment in the future. This kind of thing is very common for old straight Tim. Experience, everyone has heard him talk about it.

Seeing the young woman bowed her head and said nothing, John's good-natured personality came online again. He scanned the living room for a week just now, and he roughly guessed the situation.

"Let me talk to her."

Jack nodded, and took the initiative to step aside. He didn't want to make this woman too difficult.

The pile of things and photos placed against the wall on the fireplace was seen when I searched the house just now. On it was a star-spangled banner folded into a triangle and placed in a wooden frame, as well as several medals.

The photo was of an Army soldier with the woman.

"That's your husband?" John looked away over the fireplace.

"Yes." The blond young woman's expression darkened.

"Killed on the battlefield?" John continued to ask.

The blond young woman nodded, "It happened a year ago, and I have been living in a muddle since then, until today"

(End of this chapter)