The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 160 Surrender?

Just when the big guy was about to step into the fast food restaurant, a young couple who had just paid the bill pushed open the door and passed him, and then the guy acted rudely, pushing the girl into the car , and then yelled at her angrily.

Jack could only vaguely hear a few words in the store, probably the man was furious because the girl overpaid the tip, and the girl was terrified and kept apologizing to the other party.

Lei Che stopped in his tracks, expressionless, and looked at the impotent and furious guy in front of him without saying a word. Jack in the store picked up the coffee cup in his hand unhurriedly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the good show began.

But in the next second, he was surprised to find that the last sip of coffee in the cup had just been finished.

Jack frowned, feeling that this ghostly place was definitely against him, and his image of being the mastermind behind the scenes seemed to be unable to last for three seconds.

Waving to the grey-haired grandmother, he put 50% extra tip on the plate, opened the door and walked out of the restaurant.

At this time, the man in the couple had just uttered a provocative roar at Lei Che, and was about to approach him. He seemed to calm down suddenly, or he finally realized the disparity in physique between the two, and he was stunned. in place.

Lei Che stared at each other without saying a word, feeling that the air between the two was frozen, and the man swallowed with difficulty.

"Listen man, I'm just in a bad mood and it's not going to happen again."

After finishing speaking, he turned around disheartenedly and opened the passenger door for his girlfriend, and then drove away quickly.

Jack walked up to Reacher, just as the big guy who was half a head taller than him also turned to face the restaurant, and the two met each other.

Jack greeted in a friendly way: "The peach pie here is good, you must try it."

Reicher didn't speak, but nodded with a smile, and strode into the store.

Jack got in the car and checked the location of the local police station. Less than a minute after driving on the road in the town, two police cars whizzed by with their sirens sounding, heading for the restaurant.

Slightly increasing the speed of the car, he wanted to get there before Reicher was caught in the police station.

"How do you do, Ma'am Sergeant, do you have a detective here from Boston? I want to look for him."

Jack showed an exclusive business smile at the delicate female police officer who didn't wear makeup in front of him. He was in a daze for a while, and it took him a long time to recover. He quickly pointed to the office that was simply partitioned behind him, and at the same time turned his head slightly Raise your voice.

"Inspector Finley, a stranger is looking for you."

A skinny black man in a woolen suit who looked about 40 years old and wearing glasses pushed open the glass-lined wooden door with almost no sound insulation effect, and looked at Jack with some confusion.

"Aha, dear cousin, long time no see, I miss you so much."

Jack stepped forward quickly, hugged the confused face, and whispered in his ear, "IRS investigator, is it convenient to talk in private?"

The Inspector Finlay was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted, "Let's go out and talk."

After speaking, it was like reuniting old friends, and walked out of the small police station with Jack with a smile. Behind the two came a question from the delicate female police officer who lowered her voice.

"Why would Inspector Finlay have a white cousin?"

Inspector Finlay turned two corners and came to an open space behind the police station, frowning at Jack.

"I'm sorry, I need to verify your identity, why did the IRS come to a small town like ours, and why did you come to me?"

"Call the number above. I believe that based on your previous relationship in Boston, you can easily confirm the authenticity of this number."

Jack handed over a small note with a number written on it. This is the phone number of Mr. Ray King. He communicated with this man for nearly an hour on the way to Margrave.

He gave a general account of what he knew about a criminal group that controlled the town, and explained why he, Hannah, and the Wolf Brothers were here, and then promised to notify the IRS at the right time, The old man readily granted him the status of a temporary investigator.

You know, the Federal Secret Service is not the only one that is in charge of counterfeit banknotes. The IRS, a subsidiary of the Ministry of Finance, also has the authority to intervene. Now that you have obtained the information, you just need to secretly create a file in advance, and when Jack sends a message when the time is right, the IRS will Why not do it if you can get a share of the credit from the Secret Service.

I believe that Joey Reacher who is still lying in the ICU should not mind.

"I know you have a lot of questions, but I can only answer one of you, why did you find you, because although you were transferred to this small town on your own initiative, it was only to escape from the original environment, and you came here not long ago. Some people or things here have nothing to do with it.”

As the saying goes, you can’t speak deeply. Although Jack understands the plot and knows that Inspector Finley is a member of the protagonist group of justice, but his words are unfounded, and he has no evidence at hand. It is better to use the identity of the IRS to become the protagonist group A member of the team, help them uncover a corner of the shady scene, and take a look first.

Detective Finlay hesitated for a while, looking at Jack with a serious expression, as if he was pondering the information revealed in Jack's words, and he opened his mouth after a long time.

"You know me well?"

"Not at all, but I'm sure we'll get to know each other soon."

Jack told the truth, he didn't remember much about him when he watched the drama, probably only this one was the seed of infatuation, because his wife died of illness, and he felt that he was busy with work and neglected to take care of her, so he punished himself and volunteered to transfer this guy from Boston A remote town, nothing else.

Who would be interested in knowing more about a 40-year-old black millet? He had to watch this drama for the second time, and he would only pay more attention to that handsome female police officer Quan Barley for a few seconds, er, maybe 3 minutes. , no more.

"So, what do you need from me?" Finlay asked.

Jack took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, "In a few minutes, your people will escort a suspect back, no matter what method you use, let me follow him, even if it is locked together, absolutely not Exposing my identity will not arouse the suspicion of other people in your police station."

Finlay gave him a deep look, his eyes full of doubts.

"You know I ordered his arrest for a murder?"

Jack nodded and urged: "I promise you will find out about this murder case. Hurry up. Your police officers will be back soon."

"OK, then please cooperate."

Finlay made a quick decision, pulled out his handcuffs and walked behind him.

"Oh wait, what are you going to lock me up with?" Jack asked.

Finlay turned his head and thought for half a second, "You are wanted for fraud, and you want to join my cousin?"

(End of this chapter)