The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 69 The Desperate Father

Because it was only pre-determined in advance, the BAU action team is still being reorganized, so Jack has to work in LAPD for half a year before the FBI's internal procedures are completed, and then he will go to Quantico like Hannah. Participate in up to 5 months of training.

After Jack passed the test and officially became an FBI agent, he would be assigned to the BAU. According to Maureen, this was considered a rapid progress for the federal bureaucracy.

That's not bad, now Jack goes to Hannah's house once a month to help her take care of the house and the lawn to prevent the magpie's nest from being taken over by homeless doves. After four months, it will be her turn to look after the house for Jack.

Shortly after the holiday, John and Lucy passed the rookie exam with high scores and became regulars.

Jack's luxurious big kitchen finally opened, and a meal of Hunan cuisine plus Sichuan hot pot successfully sent Tim and John to the anorectal department of the Central Hospital, which was a big revenge.

But John is the protagonist, and he got a blessing in disguise. He was carefully taken care of by Dr. Jialisi. Very hopeful to get to the end.

As for the tough guy Tim, when he was locked up with the virus-infected person before, he thought he was going to die, and showed Lucy his inner soft side. This time he was admitted to the hospital because of this embarrassing incident. The relationship between people is changing day by day.

The terrorist attack and two LAPD medals added 6 gold coins to Jack. After hesitating again and again, Jack gritted his teeth and used 16 of the existing 15 system gold coins according to the previous plan. He is proficient in learning skills, and has obtained a master-level healing technique at 5 points.

Then he notified the accountant, and everything was ready for his visit.

Recently, Angela's emotions are even higher than Jack's. After a vacation trip in Hawaii, Wesley, a promising lawyer and rich second generation, officially became her fiancé. The case is over.

"It seems that the days when you and I patrol the streets together like today are only a few days away."

While driving, Jack chatted with Angela in the passenger seat. No one could tell the news that he might leave LAPD, and he couldn't smile like an idiot every day like Angela.

"Don't worry, when I officially become a police detective, I will also ask you to be assigned as my assistant. You are now a rising star in LAPD, and even some pretty chicks from the command center ask me about you."

"To explain the rising star, John is right. Superintendent Gray recently assigned him to a night shift detective, and he is already helping to investigate the case."

Jack said insincere words, but the smile on his face betrayed his true mood.

At this time, a notification from the command center came through the walkie-talkie: "7-A-26 police car, silent alarm in the house, manually triggered, multiple emergency calls for help."

Angela quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and replied: "7-A-26 police car, call the police."

Because it was a silent siren, Jack turned off the siren before reaching his destination.

The alarm location is located in a large garden villa, with several sensors installed on the three-meter-high fence, and a large solid iron gate in front of it, with a visual doorbell on it.

When the two came to the door, Jack found that the iron door was tightly locked. Angela pointed to the visual doorbell on the iron door, which was covered by a piece of electrical tape to cover the position of the camera.

"Try it from the back door."

Jack pulled out the Glock, and the two walked carefully along the fence to the back of the house, only to find that the small door behind them was open.

"Robbery?" After successfully entering the villa, Jack asked in a low voice while paying attention to the movement around him.

"It's possible, pay attention to safety, cover each other and search."

Angela is on the left, Jack is on the right, searching from the living room connected to the backyard to the front hall.

In the corridor leading to the front hall, Jack noticed a wooden door on the wall, which looked like a utility room. The door was locked from the outside, and someone inside made indistinct groans. He and Angela looked at each other , shouted loudly.

"Police, open the door now, extend your hand first."

Jack pointed his gun at the wooden door, and Angela opened it from the side.

A middle-aged Caucasian woman with her hands tied behind her back was gagged and fell to the ground on her back. Another middle-aged Caucasian man was probably her husband, who was also gagged with his hands behind his back. Jack whimpered excitedly.

Jack turned his head quickly, and waited for Angela to take off his coat and put it on for the other party, then put away the pistol and untied the two of them, and removed the rags blocking the opening.

"What happened, what happened?"

The middle-aged man's head was covered with blood, his eye sockets were bruised, and he was very emotional. He shouted at Jack in a trembling voice.

"They insulted Marilyn, and Jeff, and they took Jeff away, and our son was taken away."

"The robbers were two people. They went upstairs and I heard gunshots."

Seeing that he was nervous and incoherent, Jack tried to appease the other party.

"Don't worry, take your time, you are safe, how long has your son been taken away?"

"20 minutes to half an hour."

Angela picked up the walkie-talkie and reported to the command center: "Illegal entry, it seems that a hostage has been taken, and the entire house is being searched."

Jack took out the Glock again, turned around and told the two of them, "Stay here and don't move."

There are not many rooms on the second floor of the villa, only the door of a bedroom at the end of the corridor is closed.

This time Angela covered, Jack stepped forward and gently pushed open the concealed door with his foot.

A strong smell of blood came over the face, a teenager about sixteen or seventeen years old fell sideways on the carpet in front of the bed, most of the carpet was stained with blood.

Jack didn't rush forward, but walked forward along the wall, checked the bedroom and bathroom, and then shouted to Angela who was on guard at the door: "Safe!"

Angela put away the gun, stepped forward and searched for the pulse on the other's neck with her hands. In fact, both of them knew it in their hearts. With this amount of bleeding, it is unlikely that the person survived.

"Jeff?" came a low voice from behind, his voice trembling slightly.

"No, Jeff!!!"

Jack quickly hugged the middle-aged Caucasian man who rushed forward, preventing him from being emotionally close to the dead body on the ground.

"Calm down, calm down, sorry."

Jack hugged the desperate father tightly, comforting him softly.

"Things have happened, you need to calm down now, your wife still needs you."

Jack also knew that he was talking nonsense now, for the grief-stricken victim, all words were powerless.

Half an hour later, Superintendent Gray arrived at the scene and asked Angela and Jack what had happened.

"Tell me what's going on."

Angela took out the notebook: "The victim is 17-year-old Jeff Christine. There are bullet holes in the back. We haven't checked it carefully yet."

"Any other victims?"

"Yes, the victim's parents, Matt and Marilyn Christine, were beaten, and the wife may have been sexually assaulted."

Superintendent Gray frowned, motioned for the two to come to the door, and lowered his voice at the same time.

(End of this chapter)