The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 324 Goodbye Li Si
"There's a security control panel here, but I've never seen it designed like this. Is it Cyrillic?"

John squinted closer to the panel, trying to decipher the difficult Russian words.

"Don't!" Jack didn't have time to stop him. He watched the guy press the button that said "Emergency Blockade".

"Clatter" a mechanical transmission sound suddenly sounded.

Several people were startled at the same time. In the next moment, steel plates fell from all the doors and windows in the house, and the house suddenly fell into darkness.

Although it's not the kind of cool and sci-fi transformation method in the movie, the effect is similar, and they can't get out for the time being.

"Good job, I don't know what this button means, so I'll just press it and try it, right?" Tim scoffed.

John was stunned for a second and immediately admitted his mistake sincerely, "I really, really regret it now."

Before he finished speaking, the TV on the wall automatically lit up, displaying a nine-square grid of surveillance cameras, corresponding to each corner of the exterior of the house, covering almost the entire block.

"Oh, the organization of Russian gangs is so mature now?" John was still pretending to be surprised, trying to adjust the awkward atmosphere.

"No, this is a safe house for spies. I have seen similar ones, but of course not in this country." The well-informed former "Ma Run" Tim curled his lips.

Lucy suddenly showed a hurt expression, "You actually have a secret you're hiding from me," "Huh? When? Which country?"

"This is a secret." Tim said with a straight face, assuming that if you knew too much, I would have no choice but to silence you.

Being funny is really contagious, and Jack can't bear to watch it. Even Superintendent Tim, who used to be ruthless and ruthless, has become like this. You can imagine what the Wilshire Police Department is like on a daily basis.

"The control panel is in Russian, and the missing woman spoke Russian, so we're probably in a safe house set up by a Russian spy in Los Angeles."

"And you who are trapped inside are still in the mood to joke. Aren't you worried that a Gatling door will suddenly appear on the ceiling and beat us into a hornet's nest, or simply spray out poisonous gas and kill us all here?"

Jack's words made John and Lucy turn pale with fright, but Tim was there and they were not frightened by him at all.

"Can you understand? Then get us out."

"Did you see the number pad on the screen?" Seeing the three of them tilting their heads at the same time and looking like mentally handicapped babies, Jack sighed. These pig teammates really can't move.

"You need to enter a password to unblock it. Does any of you know it?"

"Call 911. Before they rescue us, why not play a game of secret room exploration." After Jack finished speaking, he pressed the button marked "Secret Room".

A secret door next to the TV suddenly opened, revealing a secret passage behind it.

"I knew the space here was too cramped. It shouldn't be so small." John excitedly pulled out his pistol and was the first to walk into the secret passage.

Jack shook his head and signaled to the two LAPDs who also drew their guns to go first. He continued to put his hands in his pockets, and Shi Shiran followed at the end.

The secret passage is not long. After turning two corners, there is a downward staircase, which continues down into the basement. The first room is full of guns and ammunition.

"Oh, this is much more powerful than the firepower of the police station." Jack sighed as he looked at the neatly arranged AR automatic rifles on the gun racks, the Uzi submachine guns hanging on the wall, various bulletproof vests, and first, second and third level heads. One sentence.Moving on, arriving at the innermost room, a burning smell poured into everyone's nostrils.

The room was divided into two parts by a piece of one-way glass. On the outward part was an interrogation chair welded to the ground.

"Interrogation room, it seems that the woman was held here before escaping." After Tim finished speaking, he walked inside.

The burnt smell came from the half of the room behind the one-way glass. There were various pieces of paper shredded by a paper shredder scattered around an iron barrel that had just extinguished the fire and was still filled with smoke. There were more pieces of paper on the table. There are so many files that I haven’t had time to clean up.

The back cover was pried open, the hard drive was removed and the laptop was smashed, and the filing cabinet drawers were thrown all over the floor, all of which showed the haste of these people when they left.

"It seems that the moment you sent the police, they knew that this place could not be saved, and simply destroyed everything. Typical spy style."

Tim said as he put away his pistol and said to John.

"Could it be internal strife? The woman who escaped should also be speaking Russian." John was a little surprised.

"Who knows, maybe that woman wants to rebel, or for other reasons. You can't tell the difference between Ukrainian and Russian, can you?" Jack shrugged.

"So what should we do now? Contact the FBI and DHS?" Lucy turned to Tim and asked.

"Yes, but after contacting them, we only have 15 minutes, and then those guys in black suits and sunglasses will rush in and chase us away."

"So don't waste time, take all the photos and collect evidence." Tim put on an aggressive look, showing that no one could take credit from labor and management, until Jack coughed lightly.

"I said, you guys, even though I don't wear a black suit and sunglasses, you can't just ignore me, right?"

Facing three pairs of eyes that suddenly understood, Jack suddenly felt a little scared in his heart. It was over. These stinky street patrols were crazy about taking credit. They were trying to "kill people and silence them."

Sure enough, Tim made a motion of slitting the throats of John and Lucy. The two guys immediately stepped forward to hold Jack down and put him on the interrogation chair outside.

Of course, this is just a joke between old friends. It's okay if you don't know about this kind of thing. Jack himself was involved in the whole process. How could he let the FBI kick the old LAPD guys away.

What's more, there is Hannah here, not to mention the entire LAPD, but the close relationship between the Wilshire Police Department and the FBI's Los Angeles office may be the only one in the entire federation.

Shortly after the firefighters called in by 911 pried open the steel plate to release everyone, several Suburban vehicles parked in front of the front door of the house.

"They're coming." Seeing Hannah, who was the first to get out of the car, John stood in front of the kitchen window and waved excitedly, and everyone walked out of the house together.

Then Jack unexpectedly saw an "old acquaintance" who was not an acquaintance, the CIA who had the same name as John, John Lee Doe (Reese).

Hasn't this guy been betrayed by the CIA and living on the streets?It seems that I don't have to worry about the artificial intelligence hiding behind the surveillance cameras for a short time. The plot of "Suspect Tracking" does not seem to start so soon.

"When will your CIA be able to operate in the country?" Tim asked unceremoniously as the two poker faces faced each other.

　There will be double the amount at the end of this month, so there is no need to rush to vote for the monthly vote. I will ask for the monthly vote when the time comes, hehe.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)