The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 120
Facts have proved that there are hidden conditions for the upgrade of system skills. Jack has always been curious about why his poker playing skills have always remained at the beginning. Obviously, he has studied hard and practiced hard, and the two teachers have also actively cooperated.

However, just now, the skills have been upgraded, from the entry level to the proficient level. Could it be that the upgrade conditions for certain skills include not only proficiency, but also the number of heads?

Withdrawing his wandering thoughts, Jack got up from the bed, tucked the quilt for Hannah who was still in a coma, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

I made breakfast in the kitchen, looked at the time after eating my own portion, it was not yet seven o'clock in the morning, I guessed that the little sweet girl would not be able to get up before 12 o'clock, so she left a note next to the breakfast and went to work up.
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"Are you in a good mood today? Why, have you had a good time with Hannah these two days?" It was another routine street patrol, and Lucy, who was so idle in the co-pilot, began to insinuate and try to gossip.

Jack gave her a sideways look, and admitted frankly, "Yeah, I had a great time. Have you confirmed the branch office where you plan to transfer?"

Lucy glared at him viciously, despising which pot he would not open and which pot to carry. It is strange to say that all the LAPD branches that were lacking people everywhere suddenly have no shortage of people these days. It was a small branch with less than [-] police officers.

She really wants to transfer, and Tim and Tim can only see each other almost on weekends, which is completely unacceptable for two people who are in love.

"I'll stop the car, there's something going on ahead."

Jack saw a few familiar figures entering the alley at the corner of the street and slowly pulled over to stop.

"What's wrong?" Lucy asked a little strangely.

"I saw a few old acquaintances, go over and say hello." Jack showed a strange smile.

They were indeed old acquaintances, a few gangsters wearing hoodies, who used to hang out in the lower city in the south, but for some reason they came to Wilshire today.

The day before Jack officially entered the police academy, he was bullied by these boys. During that time, he was worried that he would not be able to become a policeman if he kept his case, so he avoided these little bastards when he went out.

Of course, with his weak body, even Hannah can easily suppress him. Sometimes he can't avoid being caught, so he has to hold his head and squat in defense. Every time he has to pay some change to save a few Remember the old boxing.

After becoming an LAPD, it's not that Jack forgot about this grudge, but that finding trouble with them across the district would easily cause him trouble. What's more, as his skills gradually improved, his future was bright, and the people he dealt with were all serious people. , vision is naturally different.

But since God arranged for him to meet these guys before he was about to leave LAPD, it must be revenge for revenge.

Seeing Jack stop the police car and take off his police uniform in the car, Lucy looked a little nervous, but widened her eyes and stared at him without blinking.

"what are you going to do?"

"Those three gangsters used to hang out near where I live. This time, I met them. Help me cover. I want to go undercover temporarily."

Speaking of which, Jack had already taken off his police uniform and bits and pieces of police equipment, revealing the T-shirt inside, and pulled it casually, making the already loose T-shirt less revealing of his figure and blocking the police badge on his waist.

Then he took off his armpit holster and handed it to Lucy for safekeeping together with the heavy FK7.5 inside, then pulled out the Glock and pinned it behind his waist, then lowered his head and got into the alley.

Lucy followed behind him nervously, reached the entrance of the alley and poked her head slightly to observe the movement inside.

When Jack entered the alley, he bowed his head and walked quickly, pretending not to see anything, until he was less than two or three meters away from the three people who were bowing their heads not knowing what they were doing, then suddenly realized something was wrong and stopped suddenly.

A yellow hair with a cockscomb and a pinch of red on its head was the first to spot Jack. Seeing him looking in the direction of the three of them with a terrified expression, the leader of the yellow hair was still a little dazed, as if he felt that the person in front of him looked familiar.

"Hey, boss, isn't this the little bastard who ran a supermarket on the street?"

The younger brother No. 1 next to Huang Mao obviously has a good memory, and he recognized him at a glance.

Little brother No. 2 is a curly-haired black man. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips in a disgusting way. He smiled and took out a butterfly knife from his trouser pocket. side, surrounding him in the middle.

"Jack, right? I haven't seen you for a long time. I heard that you sold that small supermarket and ran away. It seems that you are doing well now?"

After being reminded by brother No. 1, Huang Mao finally remembered who the other party was, pulled out a dagger from the back of his waist, and walked in front of him with a sneer.

Seeing that the three of them were close enough to him, Jack didn't bother to pretend anymore, he raised his head with a sinister smile, and suddenly exploded, smashing the bridge of No. 2 boy's nose flat with a cannon hammer in his right hand.

Little brother No. 2 screamed and fell to the ground. Before little brother No. 1 could react, he was kicked flying by a heart-warming foot, directly stuck to a wall, and slowly slid to the ground.

Huang Mao was stunned for a while, and found that the two younger brothers had fallen to the ground, one was still wailing on the ground, and the other was kicked to the ground, half leaning against the wall, his head tilted as if he was dead of.

"You learned kung fu?"

For a while, Huang Mao's hands shook like an 80-year-old Parkinson's patient, his legs and neck were also cramping, and he didn't dare to run, pointing the dagger in his hand at Jack and waving it wildly.

With a blank expression on his face, Jack pressed forward a few steps, and suddenly let out a strange cry: "Yoah!" At the same time, he made a classic Bruce Lee gesture.

Huang Mao was so frightened that he almost dropped the knife in his hand.

Then, the second after he blinked, Jack kicked the dagger in his hand with a beautiful sideways roundabout kick.

"Help, I'm sorry, please forgive me."

Huang Mao was about to kneel on the ground as soon as his knees gave way, but Jack grabbed his collar and lifted him up.

"TMD, an apology is useful, why do you need the police?"

As he said bang bang, he punched him a few times, all aimed at his face. Although Jack kept beating hard, fearing that he would be killed, after a few blows, Huangmao's mouth and eyes were crooked, and his nose was bleeding profusely.

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The thought was clear, Jack let out a long breath, and directly dropped the yellow hair in his hand, head down, grabbed his two calves and shook it off.

Lucy, who was worried that Jack would make a big deal, had already caught up and picked up a bunch of messy bags from the ground, which contained small pills, leaves, everything, and even a small packet of white powder.

Staring angrily at Jack who was still smiling at her, Lucy turned on the radio and called the command center to send a car for reinforcements.

A certain person vented his anger, but he was quite measured in his actions. The three of them looked miserable, but in fact, they were only slightly injured if they died. They didn't need to call an ambulance. They just took them back to the police station and it was over. Street gangsters couldn't afford to hire them. Lawyer, don't worry about trouble at all.

(End of this chapter)