The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 49
"Superintendent Anderson, I'm ready." The preoccupied John lowered his head, as if he didn't notice that there was a stranger beside the female police chief.

Zoe blushed and raised her hand to introduce, "This is the new Superintendent Ginny Anderson. She will accompany you on patrol and protect your safety."

Only then did John raise his head, and then he looked shocked, as if his three views had been severely impacted.

The new beautiful police superintendent Ginny snorted with some dissatisfaction, her face was as cold as ice, and she only stretched out her right hand and uttered a word: "Key."

John, who was in a state of shock, took a long time to return to his soul. He hurriedly took out the police car key and put it in the opponent's hand.

The beautiful police inspector straightened her tall buttocks, twisted her slender waist, and walked towards the garage, attracting many surprised or amazed eyes along the way, and many busy police officers whispered to each other.

"7-A-15 police car, please mark my car for police."

John put down the walkie-talkie, but his gaze was still wandering, with a feeling of nowhere to rest.

"Uh Jay"

"Call me Superintendent Anderson, from now on." The voice from the left driver's seat was low and slightly magnetic, and the tone was as cold as ever.

"Yes, Superintendent Anderson." John, who was a little at a loss, regained his strength at this moment, with a little sense of loss, he raised his chin with his hands.

The police car drove aimlessly on the streets of Los Angeles for half an hour. At this time, the voice of Superintendent Ben Sikora of the Anti-Crafts and Anti-Narcotics Division came from the earphones of the two.

"Watch out, they're coming."

The two people in the car looked at the rear mirror at the same time. A small van covered with black reflective film turned around the intersection and followed closely behind the police car.

The beautiful police officer who was driving lightly stepped on the accelerator, but the accelerated police car did not get rid of the opponent.

She and John exchanged glances. Three minutes later, the police car turned into a deserted alley, and the minivan followed.

Suddenly there was a loud gunshot, and then a strong white man with tattoos all over his body ran out of the alley clutching his bleeding arm, turned three times and disappeared at the end of the street.

Not long after, John's panicked voice came from all the channels of the entire LAPD at the same time: "Officer down, repeat, officer down, damn it, they killed Captain Anderson."

A few minutes later, a large number of police cars surrounded the unoccupied alley, and then an ambulance arrived. When the stretcher rolled out of the alley, Zoe Anderson was lying on it, covered in blood.

A little earlier, in one of the highest-level prisons in Los Angeles, the door of a single cell was suddenly opened, and Superintendent Gray, with a dark face as usual, walked into it.

The prisoner lying on the single bed turned over and sat up. It was the leader of the [Southern Front] [King Midas].

"Someone told me today that a policeman wanted to talk to me. I thought who it was. It's been ten years. Are you still just a small superintendent?"

Superintendent Gray seemed to be poked in pain, his face twitched, and he said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, I'm here because of the killing order."

"I watched the body tape of my man, the girl was holding a knife in front of his face, and he was just doing his job, no offense, obviously, your stupid son is overreacting, and this is not the first time gone."

"Now, in just half a day, we have knocked out 7 of your dens, arrested more than 100 people, and caused you to lose at least millions of dollars. Think about your possible losses tomorrow."

[King Midas], who still had a mohawk hairstyle, grinned wide, showing yellow teeth, as if he felt that the other party's threats were childish and ridiculous.

"We've been friends for nearly 20 years, right? Captain Gray, if I remember correctly, it was the credit for arresting me that year that allowed you to sit in your current position."

"You should be very clear that this killing order was issued by Cole. Although he is really stupid, my men don't respect him as much as they do to me."

Superintendent Gray interrupted him roughly: "Next, we'll hit your dens in San Diego, San Jose, and Victorville, and I can go on and on until your son kills you for his stupidity. foundation."

[King Midas] put on an indifferent look.

"If you can do it, you can do it freely. I can't cancel the killing order. This is Cole's honor. Without honor, these foundations are worthless to him."

"No, you don't know anything." Superintendent Gray roared angrily, then glanced back, signaled the prison guards behind him to leave, closed the cell door, and tried to keep his voice soft.

"My arrogant female director insisted on personally protecting the rookie who caused trouble. Think about the consequences. If your men shoot at that police car, the entire LAPD will go crazy. Do you want to declare war on all the police in California? "

[King Midas]'s expression was a little uncertain, and he looked at the black-faced superintendent suspiciously, as if he was judging whether the other party was bluffing him.

The atmosphere in the single cell was a little frozen, as if half a century had passed, until the silence between the two sides was broken by a hasty cell phone ring.

"It's me, what happened? What? Dead?" After hanging up the phone, Superintendent Gray's expression suddenly became as wonderful as a kaleidoscope.

Surprise, anger, nervousness, sadness, and even a faint hint of joy, all kinds of expressions disappeared and appeared in turn on that black face.

"Now, nothing is needed."

After saying this, Superintendent Gray turned around and was about to leave the cell.

[King Midas] suddenly became a little nervous, as if he was a little confused by the sudden phone call.

"Hey, Captain, what do you mean by speaking clearly before you go?"

Superintendent Gray did not turn around, but stood at the door of the cell, tilting his head, his tone seemed relieved.

"Two of your men attacked the rookie's police car and escaped. The rookie escaped unscathed, but they killed Captain Anderson."

"Cole is dead, absolutely dead. Any policeman who finds him will empty the magazine without hesitation. Your [Southern Front] is also finished. The FBI will be dispatched immediately. It's too late now. gone."

After speaking, he closed the cell door and walked out quickly.

[King Midas]'s face turned pale in an instant, and he rushed to the small fence window and questioned loudly.

"You're bluffing me, aren't you? It must be, it can't be."

Superintendent Gray's voice came from a distance from the corridor: "Confirm with your subordinates. This kind of news usually spreads quickly. You are no longer useful. Now there are more important things waiting for me."

An hour later, the cell door was opened again, and Superintendent Gray stood at the door with an impatient face, frowning at the panic-stricken [King Midas].

(End of this chapter)