The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 72

"Let's go, go to my house, get some delicious food, let's sit down and discuss the case again, maybe there will be unexpected gains."

Jack beckoned John to bring Jialisi with him, drove Angela, went to the supermarket to buy a bunch of ingredients, and then returned to his house.

This small white two-story building is now completely new. John basically helped to fix the kitchen before the vacation. In the next two weeks of vacation, Jack cleaned up most of the old ones besides creating a large bathtub in the bathroom on the first floor. Furniture, walls repainted and painted.

The whole house has not changed from the outside, but the interior has been completely new, except for the lack of some electrical appliances, it is infinitely close to Jack's dream home.

As soon as Jack got home, he went into the kitchen to work, and let them visit at will,

"What's wrong? Your expression is a little strange?"

Jack was busy in the kitchen, when he saw John coming in, he hesitated to speak and asked.

"You did this all by yourself?"

With his index finger pointing up, John drew a circle, referring to the whole house.

"Yeah, I'm basically busy with these two weeks of vacation. I also re-adjusted the wiring layout in the next few rooms. Although there is no problem after trying it, I still need your help to check it."

Jack tasted the taste, added some water to the borscht, and turned it to a low fire. After this tossing, those entry-level life skills obtained from "Military and Local Dual-Purpose Talent Friends" have basically been upgraded to proficiency.

But his little savings were basically used up. If it weren't for the bonus from the higher-ups after the terrorist attack, he would almost have no money to pay the monthly bills.

"If my original partner had half the work efficiency of yours, maybe I would have made a fortune long ago."

What kind of capitalist speech is this, Jack can guess what John really thinks.

"You also want to redecorate your house, no problem, as long as I have time, I can help."

In my impression, this old man has been tossing his house for more than a year, and there have been countless small troubles such as circuit fires and shelf collapses. It is quite funny to think about it now.

With a grateful face, John rubbed his hands and came to the chopping board, picked up a tomato and asked, "What do I need?"

"A simple slice will do, and this."

Jack was not polite, and handed him a few cucumbers. There are quite a few people today, and they are all hungry. Although John is not a good cook, he is still a middle-aged uncle with rich life experience, and his level of helping him has always been Can.

A whole chicken wrapped in tinfoil was stuffed into the oven under the stove, and the time was set. Jack would filter the fried peanuts out of the oil and sprinkle some sea salt while it was hot.

Soon, a plate of peanuts, a plate of cucumbers, a bowl of tomatoes mixed with sugar, and some cold dishes such as instant sausages from the supermarket were brought to the table.

"The dinner will be served in 40 minutes, everyone can eat whatever they want."

Jack is hesitating whether to open a bottle of Erguotou. He has been a little short of money recently. He really forgot to prepare some red wine for the family. This is the only thing on hand, but thinking of talking about things later, it is not appropriate to get drunk.

At this time, the doorbell rang, and Wesley, who was called by Angela, appeared at the door with a bottle of dry red wine from Harlan Winery.

Angela took the initiative to open the door to greet her, and the two kissed me for a while before entering the living room.

Unlike Westerners who are used to separate the living room and dining room, Jack took up part of the original dining room because of the remodeling of the kitchen, and simply integrated the living room and dining room into one, and put a big square table in the middle. The kind that sits three.

Although this is somewhat weird compared with the long dining table commonly used by Europeans and Americans, who made this his own home.

Everyone sat down one after another and followed Jack for a long time. John and Angela had long been proficient in using chopsticks. He only prepared Western-style tableware for Wesley and Dr. Jialisi.

Tim and Lucy were not here today, and John was secretly relieved when he saw that there was no hot pot on the table. The spicy meal a few weeks ago had tormented him badly.

Jack looked at his expression and secretly laughed in his heart. He never thought that a meal of Sichuan-flavored hot pot would be so effective, successfully sending two middle-aged people with "hemorrhoids" to the hospital, but he still provided it with a conscience. after-sales service.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of sending two Ma Yinglong ointments produced by Celeste, they tried a master-level healing technique on the two of them, and were pleasantly surprised to find that the healing technique, which was originally only effective immediately, could actually take effect continuously.

The original proficient level of healing can already be called a magic skill, but it is actually a bit inconvenient to use. For example, when rescuing the sheriff who lost his left foot before, Jack actually spent more mental energy on controlling the healing in order not to wear it. over the effective range.

Otherwise, if you use all your strength, the wound on the broken leg will be closed instantly, and it is estimated that John on the side will worship it as a miracle.

In addition to the original instant healing effect, the current healing technique can also take effect in a continuous manner, similar to applying a continuous blood recovery skill to teammates in the game, which made Jack think about it.

If he casts a healing technique on himself in advance in the rain of bullets in the future, will he have a chance to recover even if he is shot in the head, but he doesn't know if the self that has regrown his brain is still the original self.

Of course, this is just his wild imagination. With his current attribute growth rate, it is estimated that his mental power and system will break through 30 in a few years, unless he is directly hit by a powerful weapon.

Otherwise, even if it is a battlefield full of bullets, it may be a bit exaggerated to say that it completely dodges the bullets, but it is definitely no problem to turn a second kill into a serious injury, or a serious injury into a minor injury.

Due to the rush of time, today's dinner is relatively simple, not counting the cold dishes that were put on the table at the beginning, a roast chicken made from a whole Los Angeles red chicken, a borscht, and Jack's Christmas The dumplings stored in the refrigerator from time to time are no problem to fill the stomachs of five people.

There were no particularly devout Catholics present, and everyone was used to chatting while eating. The topic mainly revolved around today's case. Wesley has become one of his own since he experienced the terrorist attack, and he has learned when to shut up.

Jia Lisi is also one of her own, not to mention that she also treated the drug dealer who was almost killed today, and everyone did not deliberately avoid it in private.

"Angela, what do you think of that Bruno?"

Jack brought up the topic first. This case is not too big and not too complicated, but this is the first time he has officially participated in solving the case. Yu Angela.

(End of this chapter)