The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 32 The Story of the Yellow Emperor

Jack has been carefully observing the movements of Lucius' hands, and always feels that his exaggerated performance has a taste of acting.

Sure enough, Lucius was crying bitterly while holding up the pistol. It seemed that under Tim's pressure, he pointed it tremblingly at his head. Just a second before he was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly turned the gun to point Tim.

Three gunshots sounded almost at the same time. Lucius had a bullet hole between his eyebrows and chest, and fell on his back. The tofu brain mixed with blood polluted the clear small pool of water.

There was a bullet hole in the mud under Tim's feet, and there seemed to be a wisp of white gas coming out.

Jack walked out of the bushes and curled his lips. He hadn't worked for a few days and he was going to take another vacation. If he wasn't worried that Tim was going too far, he really didn't want to shoot this shot. It seems that he had a relationship with the psychiatrist Maureen The date is up to tonight.

After dealing with the scene and returning to the police station to fill out the report, it was already past 8 o'clock. Knowing about Jack's problem, Hannah, who turned into a caring little padded jacket, took the initiative to take over the rest of the paperwork and told him to leave early.

Jack was not too polite. Although today was not too thrilling, he inevitably entered a state of excitement from the moment the suspect escaped. After talking on the phone with Maureen, he followed the address sent on his mobile phone and drove to the south. Pasadena.

Jack's second-hand Chevrolet car is well maintained. Although it only has a displacement of 1.0, it has been driven for a few months without any minor problems. It is very suitable for his current status as a poor man. reached the destination.

This is an old-fashioned white community in the northeastern suburbs of Los Angeles. The environment is very good, and the security is also top-notch. Jack is not familiar with this place, because Zoe's residence is also in this community.

After parking the car, he picked up a bottle of red wine from the co-pilot that cost 120 dollars on the road. Jack walked quickly and pressed the doorbell.

The door opened, and Maureen, who was wearing a pink silk nightgown, appeared in front of her eyes. The glasses girl didn't wear her signature pair of gold-rimmed glasses today, and her somewhat short-sighted eyes seemed to have a hazy layer of moisture, and she squinted slightly to look at people. When I was watching, I was inexplicably reminded of an animal - a fox.

Knocking on the door with his back heel, Jack put on a domineering president, without a word of nonsense, directly pressing the glasses girl against the wall is a deep kiss, and today will be a battle for him to regain his dignity.

Cutting in half an hour, he was both vegetable and playful, Jack looked contemptuous, raised his palm and slapped it, leaving a slap mark on the perfectly curved bump.

He practiced Krav Maga with Hannah for 2 hours every day, and occasionally practiced self-defense with Zoe for at least 1 hour. Why did this mere half an hour of yoga make the glasses girl tired?
"No wonder Zoe said that she didn't want to leave you." Because she protested the barbaric invasion of the enemy army brazenly before, the voice of the glasses girl was a little hoarse at this moment, but it was even more tempting.

"Don't make our relationship so superficial. Before you appeared, we were the only ones for each other." Jack looked righteous.

"Hohohoho, isn't that little Hannah too pitiful." Maureen laughed tremblingly.

Jack snorted coldly, picked her up, and straddled him: "I just wanted to ask you to understand, what idea did you give them two, what are you planning without telling me?"

This time it was Maureen's turn to turn pale. Feeling the toughness of the man's posture, she had no choice but to give in quickly.

"Don't let me take a break. This is an idea discussed by everyone. How can they rely on me alone."

"Be clearer." Jack let go of his hand slightly, and the glasses girl was about to burst into tears.

"You know Zoe's family background, right?"

Jack shook his head. Zooey had only briefly talked about her parents, and he had the impression that she was a middle-class family with strong affection.Seeing that the glasses girl was honest, he hugged her aside, pressed her head, and signaled her to be more conscious.

Under the oppression of the evil forces, Maureen could only honestly bow her head and confess, her voice became a little slurred.

"The surname Anderson is one of the oldest political families in California. It can be traced back to the time of the Independent Republic. Now the members of this family span the two parties. For example, Zoe's grandfather, Henry Anderson, was re-elected for two terms as a state senator. .”

"Although Zoe's father has always been a lawyer, after Zoe became an adult, his grandfather, Anderson, planned for her a future career in politics."

"This is also Zoe's promise to the family. She will run for the Los Angeles City Council next year as the start of her political career."

Jack's brain is a little down, he has no idea about political families, to be honest, although he has been a keyboard warrior for a while in his previous life, he doesn't have a deep understanding of the specific political structure of the beautiful country, so he knows that there is a Senate hospital.

"So, what does Zoe's politics have to do with our affairs?"

He was a little confused, so, he was a poor boy and the young lady of a political family was really not in the same household, but when Zoe got along with him, she never revealed that she had any plans to talk about marriage, so she probably wouldn't talk about it with her family. He, could it be that he met the foreign version of Mo Bullying Young Poor?

Maureen rolled her eyes because of choking, and coughed loudly: "Cough, to put it simply, because you rejected the marriage proposed by the family, Zoe announced that she came out of the closet with me, and labeled herself as politically correct."

"In this way, if your relationship with her is noticed in the future, it can be logically pushed to me, saying that I am bisexual and have an extramarital affair with you."

Jack's eyeballs are about to pop out, why is there such an operation?Doesn't that mean that there will always be threesomes in the future. But it seems to be pretty good?No wonder Hannah's attitude has been less sour lately.

"Then you didn't sacrifice too much?" Although he was happy in his heart, the scum still pretended to care on the surface.

"Yes, not only will I be Zoe's campaign manager, but I will also be bullied by you bastard. It's so pitiful, vomit." Maureen covered her mouth and rushed into the bathroom.

Jack scratched his head, saying that the lady with glasses can be counted as one of his own, and it seems unreasonable not to give some benefits.

Thinking of this, he stood up, walked into the bathroom, picked up the glasses girl who was still rinsing her mouth, passed by the living room and picked up the bottle of red wine that he brought, he didn't bring the medicinal wine, and the red wine was just for use.

"You like the culture of Seris so much. Have you heard the story of the Yellow Emperor and his three thousand concubines? Let me tell you a secret. My grandfather's grandfather was once the family doctor of an emperor in Seris."

An hour later, Maureen straightened up from the bed, her fingers gently stroking her skin, with an expression of disbelief on her face.

"My God, I've never felt better, it's amazing."

"You don't want to be a cosmetic doctor? Those old women in Beverly Hills will go crazy for you."

Jack raised an index finger to his lips: "Shh, this is a secret technique that has been passed down by Siris for thousands of years. Only the true fusion of soul and flesh between men and women can make the spell effective."

(End of this chapter)