The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 197 Vacation and emergency dispatch that ended early

Early on Monday morning, Jack squatted in his back garden to clean up. Before that, for the purpose of testing skills, he planted a bunch of fruit trees in a mess. Now almost a year has passed. Although most of them are alive, not many are growing well.

Now that there is a little money in his pocket, and there is no need to pick and choose all the saplings, Jack simply cut off all the hard-to-serve ones.

Re-ordered several cherry trees from a cherry farm northeast of Los Angeles, a variety called 'Rainier' with golden fruit.

These cherry trees are basically between two and three years old, which means that they will basically bear fruit around December next year.

When Jack was picking cherry trees, he also found a batch of grafted bayberry trees and loquat trees. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. He bought a few from the farmer and took them home with the cherry trees.

Now his backyard is dominated by cherry trees on the left, a few bayberry trees and loquat trees on the right, and two mulberry trees, one male and one male, are kept in the middle.

In order to prevent himself from being neglected during long-term business trips, he also specially signed a long-term agreement with the farm and paid a small deposit. Every month, a gardener will come to check the condition of the fruit trees, and fertilize and remove insects according to the situation.

Wearing a cowboy hat bought in Texas, Jack worked almost all day under the sun, and he beat his sore waist, only to realize that since he returned to Los Angeles for a week, he has been doing waist-consuming work almost every day.

He took a random shot of healing, and he felt like a hardworking old scalper. These days he was either 'farming' or on the road to 'ploughing the field'. Sure enough, only children would want them all. Adults know they can't stand it. .

Taking out the pre-thawed steak and the cold rice and eggs prepared in advance from the cold room of the new refrigerator, Jack hummed a little tune and started making dinner.

Hannah went on a business trip to San Francisco a few days ago. Maybe because the New Year just passed, there seemed to be a lot of cases. I heard that the FBI in California was almost overwhelmed.

The phone rang suddenly, and seeing that it was Rossi's call, Jack, who was not free, clicked on the speaker directly.

"Hey Rosie, what can I do for you?"

Rossi's voice on the other side of the phone was as deep and powerful as ever, full of the enthusiasm unique to Italians.

"I'm sorry, your vacation is coming to an end early. The FBI in Connecticut is asking for help. It's a kidnapping case of great importance. I don't have enough manpower. Most of the recruits are not in place yet, so I can only call you. "

Well, is this what it feels like to be valued by the leader?Jack didn't stop working. He fried the overnight rice with butter, made a prickly sound, and replied briskly.

"No problem, when to leave, I am always on call."

"The plane is an hour and a half later, you have plenty of time to prepare, remember to bring your gun. Er. Are you cooking?"

Rossi on the other side of the phone seemed a little puzzled by the movement on Jack's end.

"Yes, I'm preparing dinner, do you want to bring one?" Jack grinned and asked jokingly.

Rossi seems to have had a soft spot for his fried rice when he was teaching Reid at the academy, which seems understandable considering he's from northern Italy.

"One copy may not be enough. We are a little far away from Los Angeles Airport and are rushing there. Dr. Reid is in my car, and there is a beautiful lady accompanying him."

It seemed that Rossi mentioned his name, and the next moment, Rhett's brisk voice appeared on the phone.

"Jack, I want a dessert."

Jack rolled his eyes, and opened the refrigerator to collect ingredients. It took him nearly 40 minutes to get to the airport, and there was less than an hour left, which was not enough to make snacks for Ya.

"I'm not your fairy godfather. If I can't wave my hand, I can conjure up beautiful evening dresses and pumpkin carriages for you. Eat whatever you have, don't pick it."

Before Jack hung up the phone, he seemed to hear the girl's chuckle from the opposite side, and she was indeed a beauty. In terms of aesthetics and football, he could always trust Rossi, an Italian man.

Added some more butter to the pot, poured all the remaining overnight rice into it, fried it all, poured in the same increased amount of egg liquid and shrimp and ham, Jack turned on the fire with all his strength, and started to stir fry.
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Looking at the brand new white Gulfstream business jet in front of him, Jack couldn't hide his shock.

This newly formed action team is a bit too rich for a local tyrant, let alone 8000 to [-] million knives a piece, and I don't know how much worth it is enough to fly this thing back and forth.

Feeling a new understanding of BAU's deep pockets, Jack followed Rossi onto the plane.

The cabin is huge, with only 8 seats in total, and two people have already boarded the plane first.

There was a chess set on the table in front of Reid, and he was playing with himself. On the other side of the seat, there was a tall and slender beauty with brilliant blond hair, flipping through a stack of documents in his hand.

Seeing the two of them getting on the plane, Reid pushed the chessboard, emptied the table in front of him, and stared at the incubator on Jack's back.

The appeal of Jack's food is not so exaggerated, but this guy is like a child, who has no resistance to all kinds of desserts.

Putting the incubator in front of Rhett, Jack cast his eyes on the beautiful woman with long shiny golden hair.

The latter stood up gracefully, and stretched out his tender little hand to him.

"Jennifer Jeange, everyone calls me JJ, you can call me that too, nice to meet you, Agent Tavole."

Jack also politely held the front half of her palm and shook it twice.

"You can also call me Jack directly. It's an honor to work with such an outstanding beauty like you."

Rossi, who boarded the plane last, introduced the two to each other.

"JJ has also been an FBI for less than a year, and previously worked for the NYPD, and she will be our public coordination liaison, the intermediary between the team and the outside world."

"Jack is a local. He is the LAPD with the best marksmanship I have ever seen. At the same time, his melee ability is also quite outstanding. I still remember the miserable appearance of that big suspect when we first met."

Reid on the side opened a food box pressed by an ice pack in the compartment of the incubator, let out an exclamation, couldn't wait to dig out a big scoop of ice cream cake, squinted his eyes satisfied, and then added for Rossi.

"In fact, his driving skills are also good. When he was doing PIT training in the academy, he not only defended against all the instructor's PIT attempts, but also turned over the opponent's car."

Jack reached out and ruffled his curly hair, took out the other food boxes, and distributed them to JJ and Rosie.

"The time is too rushed, and the seafood fried rice is a semi-finished product, let's try it."

Rossi opened the food box, and the tangy aroma of butter mixed with the aroma of eggs and seafood made him take a deep breath.

　I will go out to do errands tomorrow, and I may publish another chapter later. If it is too late, the original chapter in the afternoon may be delayed until the evening.

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(End of this chapter)