The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 339 CSI Las Vegas

Although Las Vegas is called "Sin City", contrary to what ordinary people expect, the city's security is actually pretty good, especially compared to other big cities in North America.

Even in order to prevent the public security from deteriorating too much, Clark County, where Las Vegas is located, still insists on illegal silver sales. You must know that Nevada itself is the only state in the United States where silver sales are legal.

The title "Sin City" first began in the 40s and [-]s. After the entire Commonwealth fell into the Great Depression, this city founded by gangs promoted the legalization of gambling.

Because of its indelible gang background and certain religious factors (gambling is linked to greed and is one of the seven deadly sins), when Las Vegas was dubbed the gambling city, it was logical that it also wore the name " Sin City" title.

The reality is that in order to protect the safety of tourists, which is the economic lifeline of this city, almost less than 5 minutes after the power outage, LVPD police cars with flashing lights appeared on every street.

At the same time, Jane Banner's cell phone also rang. After answering the call, after a few short conversations, Jane showed an apologetic smile to Jack.

"Sorry Jack, we are asked to go back to the headquarters and be on standby at any time."

What she didn't know was that Jack on the other side was secretly relieved almost at the same time, and at the same time he felt a hint of unspeakable melancholy.

It was foreseeable that if it hadn't been for this accident, tonight would have been a sleepless night. The look in Jane's eyes made it clear that she regarded this as a date, and she couldn't even find an excuse to refuse the second half.

How else can I say it and emphasize once again that I already have a girlfriend?I didn't care before, but I almost had a misfire in Wyoming. If I bring this up again and again, I'm afraid I won't even be friends with him in the future.

"Next time if you come to LV alone, remember to inform me in advance." Sure enough, a red lipstick mark was printed on the corner of Jack's mouth, and the beauty left in a blur, while the dim light around highlighted the envious and jealous eyes of some people. It becomes more and more obvious.

Jack sighed softly and showed a wry smile that couldn't tell whether it was sadness or regret. He had just finished paying and was about to put away his wallet and mobile phone when a sudden phone call made him nervous.

Fortunately, the caller ID was Rosie and not his girls, and the panic of being "caught in adultery" flashed away in his mind.

"Jack, I hope I didn't disturb you. I heard that you are in Las Vegas now?" Rossi asked straight to the point.

"Ah? Yes, what's the matter? I'm about to go back to the hotel." Jack looked at the time in confusion. It was already past 12 o'clock in the evening.

There was a hint of apology in Rossi's voice, "As you are experiencing now, LV is experiencing an unprecedented blackout. The crime lab there is having some trouble. They are investigating a missing child that just happened. case."

“The problem now is that although the laboratory’s backup generator is operating normally, it can only maintain the most important evidence cold storage.

All their computers, analyzers, data identification systems and other high-tech gadgets are out of service. "

Hearing the hint of gloating in Rossi's words, Jack couldn't help but smile.

"So they thought of us?"

"Yes, and I was thinking of you. Are you willing to help?" Rossi liked someone's cleverness. "my pleasure."
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Rosie directly sent Jack the address of the crime scene, where D.B. Russell, the boss of the Las Vegas CSI Laboratory, was waiting for him.

When Jack arrived, the wind and rain had stopped, and the ground was still wet. The door of a luxurious castle-style villa was full of police cars, mixed with several black SUVs from the CSI laboratory.

D.B. Russell is a silver-haired but energetic old man. He looks a bit like Old Hunter. He is tall and thin and wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses. When he saw Jack, his expression was a little surprised, as if he was surprised by him. young.

There was also a short, fat old man standing next to him, wearing a suit and leather shoes, a black plaid tie, and a police badge on his chest. He looked like an old-school police detective.

Seeing Jack get out of the car, the two took the initiative to step forward and introduce themselves to each other. Although they hid it well, it could be seen that there was a little disappointment in their eyes.

After all, psychologists are different from analysts who do identification work in laboratories. All they need is academic qualifications. After all, with the elite education in the United States, there has never been a shortage of real geniuses.

But psychology is completely different, especially criminal psychology, which is biased towards practical scenarios. This method of solving crimes, which is quite metaphysical in the eyes of ordinary people, focuses more on experience and accumulation. Jack’s handsome face that is too young naturally gives people a An unreliable feeling.

The short, fat old man was named James Burris, and he was the detective of the LVPD's Major Crime Squad. Jack could only say that he and Russell had some impressions.

No way, the show "CSI: Crime Scene Investigation" is really a bit long. It took a full 15 years to film. During this period, N spin-off series were born, and they are all long-lived dramas.

Among them, "CSI: Miami" has been broadcast for 10 years, and "CSI: New York" has been broadcast for 9 years, and the ratings are also booming.

Because of this, CBS TV station was once nicknamed the Crime Broadcasting System.

"This car is nice. When I was young, I wanted to buy a car to pick up girls." Russell touched the hood of the Firebird, not caring about the water stains on it at all.

"It seems we have the same taste." Jack had just finished shaking hands with James Brice, and then turned his attention to the door of the villa. An aunt wearing a CSI uniform jacket just came out and walked towards the direction where the three of them were standing. .

"What are you doing outside? Looking at the stars?" The aunt, who could barely be called charming, saw Jack's eyes light up. She raised one hand and deliberately brushed her hair.

"Hey, handsome, are you the angel who came to save me on a bad night?"

Jack cleared his throat in embarrassment, stretched out his hand to shake her, and replied humbly, "Hello, Jack Tavole, just call me Jack. I'm from BAU. I'm here to do my best." Any little help I can provide.”

His embarrassment did not come from the aunt's little joke, but because he had seen the other party feed Nai to the people of the motherland.

If I remember correctly, the actor who played this unknown forensic expert played a fairly well-known character in the comic-book drama "Black Robe" - Madeleine, the evil version of Superman - the lover of the motherland.

"This is our bloodstain expert, Julie Finn." D.B. Russell introduced on the side.

(End of this chapter)