The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 116 Brothers Reunion

"If you want, I can give it to you for collection. You know, I was very insecure during that time."

Chris is now talking more and more like a normal person.

Jack was a little hesitant, although he probably wouldn't need it, but this kind of thing seemed very cool just by looking at it.

"Let's wait until the gun storage in my basement is packed."

In the end, he still didn't resist the temptation, and nodded noncommittally. As an FBI agent who will face countless serial killers in the future, it's reasonable to prepare more weapons for self-defense, right?

After submitting his resignation letter to LAPD, he contacted David Rossi again, and he was overjoyed by the good news that the FBI decided to put the headquarters of the rebuilt BAU team in LA, which meant that he did not have to consider moving for the time being. Problem, you can honestly pay off the mortgage.
As for why this BAU team is located in LA, Jack guesses that there may be more serial killers in the west? (No, the author is just being lazy)

Anyway, in the future, there will be cases that will be traveled by the special plane of the FBI, so he is too lazy to ponder the real reason.

Chris is a person who pays more attention to the quality of life, which can be seen from the fact that the steaks frozen in his refrigerator are all Australian Wagyu.

Jack melted a stick of butter in the frying pan and watched him organize his stock of gear while frying his steak.

Two sets of heavy-duty interceptor body armor, with a 3A-level bulletproof plate on the front and back, a HK417 with a high-power lens, and a modified Barrett M82A1M, which should be the one he used before. The two SWATs are commonly used MP5A2 submachine gun equipped with a laser sight, several pistols of various models, several MK3A2 offensive grenades and M84 stun grenades.

Jack curled his lips. Those who didn't know thought that the two were going to participate in a war.

"Barrett should be put away, it is easy to attract the FBI."

He suggested that the [Southern Front] incident was too big last time, and the FBI had been investigating the gun.

Chris lowered his head and thought for a while, repacked Barrett, turned around and took out an AWM that uses 7.62mm bullets, and then explained seriously.

"The ones who attacked Dana were professional mercenaries with good equipment."

Jack nodded, shook the steak in the frying pan onto the plate, and reached for a pistol, "Then I'll use this one."

SR1M "Victor", also known as "Piper Viper", is second only to the FK7.5 that Chris gave him before. Jack tried the feel, grabbed a box of 7N29 special pistol armor-piercing bullets and began to fill the magazine.

With his current pistol shooting skills, he doesn't have to worry about not being able to hit the person. He only worries about not being able to wear the opponent's body armor. .

After lunch, he pulled out a sleeping bag from Chris' RV, and Jack found an empty room and lay down on the spot to recharge his batteries and wait for the night to fall.

As the night deepened, the two drove to the high-end apartment where Rita Boone lived according to the address Justin sent.

Rita Boone was very surprised by Chris's late-night visit. Even though she was pointed at by a gun, the old woman in her 60s still strongly denied that she had anything to do with the death of the chief financial officer, and said she was sorry for someone chasing Dana. I don't know anything about Chris.

"Then it's clear that the real culprit behind the scenes is your younger brother, Black Boone."

Regarding Jack's statement, Rita Boone shook her head emotionally and denied it. She never believed that her own brother was such a person.

At this moment, the door was knocked again, and Jack's heart moved, signaling Chris to hide with him, and the witnesses would be sent to them.
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"Hi, Braxton." Chris walked out of the bedroom and faced his own brother, but he didn't dare to look at him.

Braxton Wolfe, who came to kill people in the name of his employer, froze in place, his hand about to draw his gun froze in mid-air.

"Chris? Is that you?" Braxton couldn't believe his eyes.

"I've been looking for you for ten years, but you just appeared in front of me, with an expression like I saw you just yesterday?"

His eyes were moist, his voice was hoarse, and he paced back and forth in front of Chris helplessly.

"I'm sorry, I should have looked for you earlier." Chris looked guilty, looking down at his toes.

"What's going on here?" Rita Boon wondered from the side, unable to figure out which of the three men who came to the door today were singing.

"Shh, don't interrupt the touching reunion between their brothers, I'll explain to you later."

Jack pulled her aside and started eating melon mode.

"I guess you're glad to see me?" Braxton stared at Chris with complicated eyes.

"I'm very happy, really." Chris stepped forward, but Braxton grabbed his neck and pushed him against the wall.

"I have a question for you, why did you and Dad go to that funeral!"

"She abandoned us, don't you remember? Don't you remember?"

As the two brothers began to wrestle, Braxton fell over his shoulder, knocking Chris, who was half a head taller than him but unwilling to resist, to the ground.

"Dad's death is all your fault, you know that?"

Braxton cries and beats Chris.

"I'm sorry, really, I"

"You feel sorry? Sorry for the shit, you fucking freak, it's all your fault!!!"

Braxton hammered his brother's head wildly, but in the end he was out of breath from crying, and fell to the floor beside him as if exhausted.

"You don't care about me at all, and you don't care about your brother at all. Over the years, I have been supporting you behind your back, but you insist on seeing that woman. "

Braxton lay beside his brother, muttering to himself.

"You should look for me, you shouldn't look for him, you should look for me, if you insist on seeing your mother for the last time, you must attend her funeral."

"If you feel like this is something you have to do, you should come to me, you know I will always have your back."

"I'm sorry, brother, I'm not a freak anymore, I'm fine, that man helped me, and he helped Justin." Chris pointed to someone who was watching the show.

"Chris isn't out of control anymore. He's fallen in love recently. It's true. Uh, go ahead and leave me alone."

Jack felt extremely embarrassed and waved to Braxton who was being lifted up by Chris.

"Who is he?" Braxton looked at Jack suspiciously.

"Jack, a policeman." Seeing that his younger brother subconsciously wanted to draw a gun, Chris hurriedly grabbed his hand.

"A friend, a friend who is very important to us, Justin can talk to people normally now, really, I can take you to see her."

(End of this chapter)