The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 15 Six Gods = Six Gods?

Of course, the times are different. This kind of old guy who only has a capacity of six rounds and takes several seconds to reload even with an automatic loader has been eliminated with the times.

But the blue-black Colt python with a 6-inch barrel is really eye-catching. Jack holds it in his hand carefully, feeling the heavy weight. This big guy is almost as big as his Glock 22 twice as heavy.

Touching the ivory patch on the handle of the gun, Jack couldn't put it down. There is no man who doesn't like this kind of powerful guy. When I was a child, I read comics, and the lewd detective in "City Hunter" used this thing to play handsome every day.

"Take it and use it. My previous spare gun was a three-inch barrel. It will be buried with me in the future. When I retired, my colleagues from LAPD pooled money to customize it at Colt. I Only tried 5 rounds and it was great."

Hunter looked at Jack with abnormal insistent eyes, his cheeks were flushed, and seeing his only movable left hand trembling uncontrollably as he grasped the box, Jack swallowed back his polite refusal, and made a decision in his heart.

"Uncle Hunter, have you heard of Chinese medicine?"

Of course, Jack doesn't know much about Chinese medicine. His knowledge of Chinese medicine is limited to stewing some medicinal food for Zoe and soaking goji berries in a thermos for middle-aged people.But it is enough to fool the beauties with theories such as yin and yang tai chi, and mutual restraint between life and life, at least enough to cover up the magical effect of his healing skills.

In the next half an hour, Jack used his three-inch tongue to persuade the two old people to try his massage technique. In order to increase his persuasiveness, he forced himself to hire someone who had once served Emperor Siris The great-grandfather of the imperial physician.

Finally, the temptation to get back on his feet made Hunter agree to give it a try, and taking the bottle of medicated oil from Chinatown that Hannah had brought home from his attic, Jack moved Hunter back to bed, a little dumbfounded.

The last time I used a medicated oil to flirt with Zoe, but now I'm massaging an old man in his 70s, and I always feel that it's weird.

The proficient level of healing is more flexible than that of the proficient level. After 2 hours of sweating, Jack secretly released it a few times. While repairing the brain damage, he also restored Hunter's atrophied muscles. , allowing his paralyzed right half of his body to initially regain consciousness.

"It's amazing. It's unimaginable how you did it." Hunter tremblingly raised his previously unconscious right hand, trying to bend his fingers, with an expression of disbelief.

"Uncle and Aunt Hunter, I have to explain something first. I don't have a medical license, so I won't admit what I did just now, and I hope you can keep it secret, especially for your family doctor, Henry. Uncle Te's recovery from his stroke is all thanks to his willpower and relentless rehab."

A password must be issued. Although Jack believes that with the character of these two old people, he will never get into trouble, but the law in the beautiful country that only protects the rich is really disgusting. If a doctor pays attention Reporting this kind of thing to the higher authorities, it is unimaginable how far it will develop in the future. He doesn't want to get himself into a lot of trouble or even get a criminal record because of his momentary kindness.

"Oh my god, little Jack you must be an angel sent by God to save us, you don't know all these days. We're even already looking for a suitable nursing home my gosh, can't thank you enough."

Aunt Dee Dee hugged Jack and burst into tears. It seemed that even the strong detective McCall had been exhausted during this period of time, and Hunter's fall was a blow to her too much.

The visit, which was scheduled for half a day, lasted for a whole day. Finally, when Jack was about to leave with the gun case and Hannah, it was already the beginning of the night.

"I'll come back for another treatment next week, and Uncle Hunter will be fully recovered in about two months. Please keep this matter secret." Jack repeatedly urged with concern.

Didi, whose mood had returned to normal, couldn't stop nodding, and reluctantly bid farewell to the two.

After starting the Mustang, Jack was puzzled by Hannah's beaming expression, what was this girl laughing about.

"Why do I feel that you are happier than Didi?"

"Because I finally know one of your secrets. You actually know how to use Chinese medicine mysteriously. Even Zoe doesn't know about it."

"Hehe." Jack was speechless, expressing that he couldn't understand the girl's brain circuit.

"So in exchange for keeping this a secret, can you tell me the name of that mysterious perfume you use these days?" Hannah smiled like a cunning little fox.

"Huh? What perfume? I don't have any body odor at all, and I don't even need antiperspirant. Why do I need perfume?" Although it is different from the previous life, straight men in Europe and the United States will also use perfume to cover up body odor, but He really doesn't need it.

"Don't lie to me. Ever since you became a policeman, you have had a nice mint-like smell on your body. Just tell me. I haven't found a perfume with the same smell for a long time."

Jack's brain went down for a long time, and he thought for a while before he asked in doubt: "You mean the Florida water I use from Siris, right?"

"Then you still say you don't use perfume?"

"Uh" So on the way home, it took Jack half an hour to explain to Hannah that Liushen Florida Water (the correct English name of Liushen toilet water) is not a perfume, but a kind of mosquito repellent produced by Celeste. Water, both refreshing effect.And the original Florida Water in the beautiful country is indeed a kind of eau de toilette for the old beauty.

He is also helpless. In August, the daytime temperature in Los Angeles can reach 8-37 degrees Celsius casually, and wearing a long-sleeved or woolen LAPD uniform is really a life-threatening thing. If you don’t wear some toilet water, then It's not a matter of covering up prickly heat.

What made him want to complain the most was that this stuff could only be found for sale in some pharmacies, and it dared to sell it for 10 dollars. Isn't this more profitable than those hawkers selling flour on the street?If it weren't for the thought of going back to Siris, he would be frantically warned by the system, and he didn't want to be some unlucky policeman in this dangerous Los Santos. It would be much faster to go back to Siris to sell some small commodities and sell them for money.

At work the next day, Jack took the handicraft Colt python to the police station to file a report. When he came out and saw Hannah's scent of toilet water that could choke people to death, all the policewomen were salivating. The next bunch of benefits were pried out from this girl's mouth, which made him laugh so hard.

Today is definitely a lucky day for Jack. Superintendent Gray, who has always been business-like, made a rare gesture of goodwill to his savior, announcing that Jack has gained the right to freely choose to wear short-sleeved uniforms. Lucy couldn't be more envious.

(End of this chapter)