The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 128
How to make a sullen man talkative, the method is very simple, give him a bottle of wine, and then give him a beautiful girl, now Jack has two in his arms, so when he woke up, it was already midnight.

After sending the pair of sisters back to sleep in a very gentlemanly manner, Jack packed up his things and got into his tent. After a treatment, the slight drunken state was relieved.

It was still early in the morning. He opened the skill list and looked at it. There was only a little left in the Russian progress bar to be upgraded to proficient. It seems that after the system upgrade, the skill upgrade really focuses on practical experience.

Jack got into his sleeping bag, thinking whether to turn on his cell phone to find a Russian drama or a Russian movie to watch. He upgraded his skills in one go, when he suddenly sensed some subtle movements around him.

He touched the FK7.5 that had been hidden next to the sleeping bag in advance, and was about to jump up when the zipper of the tent was gently pulled open, and under the clear moonlight, a beautiful figure came in.

"Talia?"

Before someone could speak in surprise, Thalia, who was wrapped in a nightgown, pulled up the tent again, and the moonlight disappeared, followed by the sound of the nightgown falling to the ground.

In the tent at this time, it seems to be brighter than when there is moonlight, true white!
The next moment when Jack was amazed, the slightly cool plump body squeezed into his sleeping bag.

As we all know, in the desert, there is a huge difference in temperature between day and night. It is already midnight, and the outside temperature has dropped to close to 0 degrees. Even Maomei, who is used to winter swimming, is afraid of the cold.

When the two were working together to resist the severe cold, the zipper of the tent was gently opened again
"Huh? Natasha?"

Waking up in the morning, feeling the warm and greasy touch from the chest and back, Jack let out a faint sigh. In the future, the sleeping bag should be bought with a higher waterproof level
The sisters were exhausted when they kept warm together last night. Even though Jack got out of the sleeping bag, they didn't wake them up. They just whispered a few times and hugged each other.

This scene is very beautiful.
Jack took out his mobile phone and recorded the scene of the sun rising from the desert. After washing up, he started cooking porridge.

When the porridge is almost cooked, cut the last two steaks into thin strips, throw them into the pot, turn off the heat, let the remaining temperature cook the meat, and then sprinkle a little white pepper and salt, it is very delicious.

Jack drank half a pot by himself. He had no choice but to consume too much and urgently needed to replenish energy.

The aroma of raw beef porridge awakened a pair of sisters. Natasha and Talia walked out of Jack's tent back and forth wrapped in nightgowns, and hurried into their own tent to dress and wash, attracting the sound of Falk in the distance.

When they got out of the tent again, Jack stretched out his hand to beckon the two sisters to come over for breakfast, and they kissed him on the left and right cheeks, laughing and fighting, just like last night.

Before saying goodbye to the sisters, Jack didn't forget to remind them of his own discovery yesterday, mainly about his suspicion that the two sticks were Koreatown gangsters.

Natasha was very happy to offer a kiss as a thank you, telling him not to worry, their dear father will solve these little troubles.

From the few words last night, Jack can probably guess that the two sisters may have some diplomatic background, and that AKM can also explain a lot of problems, so he just reminded them briefly and stopped worrying.

Watching the burgundy GMC-SIERRA pick up smoke and disappear into the distance, Jack packed up his things and his mood along the way. From the beginning to the end, the pair of sisters never asked him for contact information, which made him feel inexplicably melancholy.

Maybe men are just so cheap. If they really ask for contact information, he will have to worry about whether there will be any relationship in the future.

With a clatter, when Jack put away his sleeping bag, a delicate silver wine jug fell to the ground, and he quickly picked it up, with a big smile unconsciously forming on the corner of his mouth.

The Firebird sports car was back on the road. Someone was holding the steering wheel with one hand and stretched out the window with the other, feeling the feeling of the wind passing through the palm of his hand, and his mind was still immersed in the good memories of last night.

Today's journey was very smooth. Jack drove out of California for the first time, crossed the Colorado River, and entered Arizona.

If he goes north along the Colorado River at this time and goes up the river, he can see the legendary Hoover Dam about 130 kilometers away.

But Megatron shouldn't be hidden under the Hoover Dam in this world, so he didn't bother to take such a long detour. After all, he had been to the Three Gorges Dam in his previous life.

Passing through the famous city of Phoenix and continuing to drive for less than two hours, Jack arrived in Tucson before the sun went down.

After replenishing some meat, vegetables and fruits in the supermarket in the city center, he found a hotel that looked good.

Jack didn't want to choose those motels for cheap, not because he was worried about personal safety, but about property safety. There were too many things in the car, and it was too troublesome to move around.

He planned a total of about 10 days' itinerary, and tried to stay in cities instead of towns every day, just to avoid trouble as much as possible.

Because advanced electronic anti-theft technology may be able to deter car thieves, but it cannot stop drug addicts and alcoholics who smash the windows of their cars in anger. pack of cigarettes.

If this happens, the local police will not help him just because he is a colleague from LA. It is more likely to give a stern warning to avoid trouble and ask him to get out of his jurisdiction as soon as possible.

The stupid federal system of the beautiful country makes leaving a state as troublesome as leaving a country. Although passports and customs clearance are not required, each state has its own laws.

Take the pistol that Jack carried with him as an example. California’s gun license is not necessarily recognized in other states, and each state has its own gun laws. The regulations on models, especially magazine capacity, are different. Once you get into trouble, He also had to ask Justin for help.

This is one of the reasons why Jack wants to join the FBI. He has the identity of a federal police officer. As long as he is not carrying a bazooka on the road, the local police will basically not mess with him.

Tucson is the second largest city in Arizona after Phoenix. A large part of Arizona is desert and Gobi, which is typically sparsely populated.

So the total population of Tucson is just over 50, and the population of the metropolitan area is less than 10. But with just such a small population, when Jack puts his luggage in the hotel and wants to drive to the street to find local restaurants, see What arrived was wandering warblers everywhere.

Almost every time Jack slowed down to look at the signboards of restaurants on the side of the road, women in scantily clad clothes and heavy make-up would raise two fingers at him, and some even bent down a finger after seeing his face clearly.

This can't help but remind Jack of another city full of warblers that he saw on a small broken website in his previous life-Seattle, almost at that time a certain little song rang in his ears.

(End of this chapter)