The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 6 Wanted

Hannah nodded: "Inspector Hunter and Detective McCall were the influential figures in LAPD in the 90s, of course I know. Especially Detective McCall, as a rare outstanding woman in LAPD in that male-dominated era Detective, has always been the idol of all our female police officers."

"They live on Maryland Street, you know them?" She suddenly turned to look at Jack.

More than just acquaintances, in Jack’s previous life, almost most of the Siris people born in the 70s and 80s knew this pair of partners. "Detective Hunter" can be said to be the first thing that most Siris families came into contact with after owning their first TV. One of the American dramas.

"They live together? You mean they're married?" Jack was keenly aware that something was wrong. What impressed him the most in his previous life was that the beautiful Didi married a doctor who came out of nowhere. It made so many people in Siris hate their teeth itchy, and it also made Jack hate the screenwriters of American TV dramas all his life.

"Of course, it's been more than ten years. They are also the most enviable model couple in LADP. The police department invites them to participate in commemorative activities every year."

Jack let out a long breath and leaned on the passenger seat. Now that the relationship between Hunter and Didi can break free from the original plot, he is more confident in saving Zoe's fate.

The two arrived home soon, and Jack was about to go upstairs to sleep, when he suddenly remembered something and greeted him: "Hannah, can you take me to visit Detective Hunter and Detective McCall if you have a chance?"

Hannah nodded suspiciously, but didn't ask further questions.

The next day, the briefing meeting room.

The commander on duty, Superintendent Wade Gray, walked into the noisy meeting room with a gloomy face, and the police officers who had been whispering to each other immediately fell silent.

Superintendent Gray's slightly middle-aged black face looked more like the bottom of a pot that had been burned for 20 years. He took out a stack of A4 papers, distributed them to everyone's desks one by one, and said loudly.

"This is an internal arrest warrant for Lance Selby. This person violated the parole regulations yesterday. If the danger level is one to ten, this person's level is twelve."

"Whoever gets this man off the street after serving five years in prison for an attempted murder with a carpenter's hammer will receive a hearty tribute from his superiors plus two tickets to Sunday's Super Bowl."

Hearing the whispers below, Superintendent Gray paused, his stern eyes swept over everyone.

"Attention, intelligence shows that this person may have accomplices, and is very likely to hold automatic weapons, everyone must be careful."

On the wanted notice is a white man with disheveled hair, about 35 years old, with an ordinary appearance, only a pair of fish eyes are more eye-catching.

Jack and Angela came to the armory, and Angela signaled that he would get two more M12 automatic rifles in addition to the original Ithaca-16 shotgun today.

After checking the guns, Angela asked Jack, "How is your long gun shooting?"

Jack carefully put the equipment into the trunk, and replied: "It is about the same level as a pistol, and the 100-meter target uses an iron sight with excellent results."

Driving on the road, seeing that Angela had no other instructions, Jack was a little puzzled: "Shouldn't we try to find that wanted criminal?"

Angela looked confident: "The two groups will actively search for clues. We only need to pay attention to the internal communication. It is not allowed to act alone to capture this kind of felon. They must call for reinforcements."

Angela obviously cared more about her lunch than the wanted criminal.

"What are we having for lunch today? Is it fried or something yesterday? I really like the taste of that."

Jack slandered that this was another foodie, and he answered honestly: "I originally made noodles with scallion oil for three people in the morning, but Hannah took most of it away, and I can give you the rest. There is rice, and the other side dishes are garlic broccoli and tonkatsu, and we need to find a place with a microwave for lunch at noon."

"No problem, leave this to me, I know where to find a microwave."

Angela tilted her head and glanced at him, curious in her tone: "Jack, are you really only 21 years old?"

Jack sighed: "If you're forced to be alone at 18, relying on a small grocery store that your parents left behind to support yourself while saving money for college, you have to learn to cook and take care of yourself."

"In fact, I've always wondered why young people in this country would rather just eat hamburgers when cooking tutorials can be easily found online, and cooking by yourself can save money and satisfy your taste buds."

Angela laughed and said, "I think that's why I doubt your age. Your words and deeds make people feel that they are closer to that old rookie. They were born in the popular disco era, so they have such thoughts about you."

Jack nodded in agreement: "Indeed, John and I have more in common than Lucy."

He wished that a young and mature person like himself would stand up early, so that he would not have to worry about being seen as a time traveler. Although Laomei may not have this concept, but the pastor is still part-time exorcist and is suspected by others Demon possession or something is more troublesome.

Angela looked at the young man who was driving seriously, staring at that handsome face that was too handsome, and was slightly absent-minded.

"What's the matter?" After waiting for a long time without hearing her speak, Jack turned his head and glanced at her.

"It's nothing, I was thinking, if young people in this country are as mature and self-disciplined as you, how easy our work would be." Touching her hot cheek, Angela tried hard to hide her running thoughts.

The work of patrolling the streets in the morning was very easy. The two of them only issued two traffic tickets, and it was noon.

I came to the place where I had lunch yesterday. Angela actively took the big lunch box and went to the convenience store to warm up the dishes. Jack bought two bottles of Coke as usual. As soon as he sat down, he saw two other rookie groups arriving together.

"Hey, John, Lucy, is there any news about the wanted man?"

Lucy shook her head, and John seemed a little excited, and couldn't wait to sit down and said: "We have found out an accomplice of Lance Selby, Darius Ruan, and he has registered a gym under his name. We plan to finish eating Go there for lunch."

Jack nodded: "If there is any new news, remember to report it on the internal channel in time. This guy is very dangerous and cannot be handled by a group of people."

After lunch, Jack and Angela continued to drive on the road. The daily life of the patrol police is so boring. In fact, in the beautiful country in the previous life, although guns were rampant and violent crimes were rampant, more than half of the first-line patrol officers had never driven a car in their entire career. gun.

Of course, in this strange world of American dramas, Jack never imagined that he could live his life peacefully. A mere street policeman is not the career end he planned for himself. Maybe the FBI is a good choice.

Of course, the higher you go, although it is relatively free, it also means higher risks.

(End of this chapter)