The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 106 Let's Meow Together
Taking out the key to open the door, the living room was actually pitch black. Jack was holding flowers, and walked towards the bedroom with some doubts. In order to facilitate his dearest student to come to ask for advice and study at any time, Maureen had already given him the key of her house.

He knocked on the door lightly, but there was no response from inside, but a meow came out instead.

What the hell?Isn't Maureen allergic to cat hair? How did she raise a cat?
Jack twisted the doorknob suspiciously, opened the bedroom door, and saw two catgirls, one black and one white.

The same fluffy cat ear headband, the same fluffy cat claw gloves, the difference is that one is black and the other is white. The two sisters meowed and made a mess.
It seems that some incredible achievement has been unlocked.

That night, Jack severely criticized the unprofessionalism of the two Yujie COS catgirls. How could he wear only a pair of stockings all over his body?How can there be less necessary elements such as cat tail and collar?

The next three months were probably the most relaxed days for Jack since he was a police officer. There were no serial killers, no gang fights, no car chases and no headshots.

Justin's recovery took longer than expected, nearly 50 days, but the recovery was beyond expectations, and the girl was able to help Jack in the kitchen before Chris took her back to Chicago.

Now, although Justin still has some fears about going out and talking to strangers, it is no longer a problem to communicate with familiar people normally. During the video call with Professor Haber, he said "Daddy", which made the 60-year-old professor cry .

As a thank you, Chris left Jack a pistol before he left, so that his craft-grade Colt Python could finally be retired.

This is a FK7.5MM pistol produced in the Czech Republic. It was released less than 4 years ago. This is the first time Jack has seen the real thing. Without him, it is too expensive.

The market price of a single gun is as high as 7500 knives, and there is no market for the price. It is said that only 1001 guns are sold in the United States. The special 7.5mm bullets are sold for 50 knives in a box of 83 rounds, which is more than ten times the price of ordinary bullets.

But Jack fell in love with this big guy that weighs 1.3KG and is made of all-alloy steel after only playing one magazine in the shooting range. It feels so good in the hand.

The streamlined gun body design is slender and coordinated. While it has a capacity of 15 rounds, the handle does not look bloated and fits his hand perfectly.

The amazing thing is that the recoil of this powerful pistol is extremely soft, and Jack can easily shoot continuously with one hand. You must know that the 7.5MM bullets used in this gun claim to have a kinetic energy of more than 1200 joules, even at a distance of 100 meters. 700 joules.

The only pity is that the features left by this pistol after firing are too obvious, and the caliber of the bullet is also very unique, which is not suitable for some special occasions. As long as Jack registers this gun, it will be very easy to be traced in the future.

But this little shortcoming was completely ignored by Jack. Having this spare gun is enough for him to deal with most of the daily shootout scenes, because even at a distance of 100 meters, it can easily penetrate a IIIA-level body armor.

Today is a week before Hannah returns from Quantico. Zoe will officially leave the LAPD at the end of the month. Superintendent Gray will soon be renamed Superintendent Gray. Superintendent Radford, now the trainee commander of the patrols.

Angela became a police detective as she wished, and now she is nearly four months pregnant and preparing for the wedding. I hope she can get it done before giving birth.

John was working his way up to being an instructor, and maybe in a year he would go from being the oldest rookie patrolman in the Wilshire Precinct to a rookie instructor.

Jack submitted his resignation report to the LAPD last week, and Rossi has formally invited him. The FBI has removed the two-year work experience limit and the 23-year-old age limit, and will make an exception to admit him, provided that he can successfully Pass Quantico's 5-month training test.

The person who is most anxious now is Lucy, her relationship with Tim is about to be made public, but obviously, Tim, who has just been promoted to trainee commander, is unlikely to be transferred to the Metropolitan Division as Jack remembers, so she is the only one who can move up.

Fortunately, no one encouraged Lucy to go undercover this time, and adjusting to another branch became her only choice.

He went to the streets to issue fines every day, and dealt with several street drugs and petty thefts. The increase in system experience has almost completely stagnated. After the Rosalind case, Jack saved a total of 2 system gold coins. Not enough to improve a proficient skill.

He even wondered if he would ever have a chance to open his new gun before becoming a federal agent.

Just like the thief who is being chased by him and Lucy now, an Asian kid with a bit of parkour talent, jumping up and down like eating two Jackie Chan, while running, he kept picking up trash cans and the like land.

It may be that she has partnered too much with Jack recently, and she can eat and drink at noon every day. Lucy's weight has obviously increased, and it is quite difficult to follow behind.

And Jack really didn't want to spend 160 dollars to buy a new uniform before leaving LAPD. He carefully avoided the messy debris in the alley and hung this guy not far or near to see how long he could run.

Ten minutes later, the Asian kid finally started to lose his breath. Seeing that he couldn't get rid of Jack, he made a sharp turn, climbed over a broken wire fence, and rushed into a broken factory building.

"Can you still do it?" Jack waited for Lucy who followed closely at the gate of the factory building, and asked with a smile.

"Continue." Lucy gritted her teeth and popped out two words.

Jack smiled and took out the Glock, turned on the tactical flashlight on it, and planned to close the door and beat the dog. The Asian boy rushed into the factory and there was no movement. His mental strength is now over 25, and he didn't feel anything. This guy must have found some corner to hide in.

The empty factory workshop was unobstructed. Jack and Lucy walked through it directly, walked into the office area, and cleaned the rooms one by one along the corridor.

Only halfway through, the Asian kid who was hiding suddenly jumped out again, appeared in front of the two of them, and started yelling.

"My God, I touched it."

"Hands up!" Lucy shouted sharply, pointing the gun at the other party.

"I'm going to throw up." The Asian boy's cheeks puffed up before he finished speaking.

Jack moved half a step to the side indiscriminately, and ordered, "Lie down on the ground, face down."

Lucy stepped forward, handcuffed him and asked, "What happened to you?"

"A corpse, vomit."

In order not to let the kid choke to death in his vomit, Jack grabbed his hair and moved his head to the side, and then said to Lucy, "Look at him, I'll go in and take a look."

Where there is a corpse, there is a case, and if there is a case, there is experience. He has been bored to death in the past few months, and he has mastered several language skills. He has recently started to learn Latin and Italian.

(End of this chapter)