The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 76 Are You Short of Money?
Of course, he didn't need to care about this kind of safety issue. The two cleaned the attic of Hannah's house, and then went back to Jack's house together, ordered some food, and chatted while eating at the dining table.

Chris, who was born in a military family, is very adaptable in terms of diet. Jack's fried steak is not of high quality, but he can eat it with relish.

"Are you short of money?"

Chris' words stunned Jack for a moment, and his eyes fell on the small old refrigerator in the kitchen. The slightly outdated refrigerator seemed a bit out of place with the newly renovated kitchen.

"Ah, fortunately, the policeman's income can meet my daily needs. I don't have much daily expenses. I just recently bought this house with a loan. My money is a bit tight. These old electrical appliances need to be replaced slowly. I don't like to owe money. Too many bills."

Jack suddenly remembered his treasure, found a USB flash drive and handed it to him.

"There are 30 bitcoins in it. Please help me deal with it when the increase is almost two years old. I will join the FBI soon, and I don't want to be found out by them financially."

Chris froze for a moment, then subconsciously took the USB flash drive, with a constipated expression on his face.

Now the price of a bitcoin is only six to seven thousand dollars. Seeing Jack's seriousness makes him feel uncomfortable when he handles cash flow on a billion-dollar basis.

"Don't have such an expression, I have entrusted all my wealth to you."

Jack is poor now, but he is full of confidence. If he doesn't want to attract too much attention, with his current master-level healing skills, let alone making money from seeing a doctor for the rich, it is more than enough to organize a cult. The material needs It has become less urgent.

"You don't want to take my money. That trading company has just started operating, so it's a little unreasonable to pay dividends now. If it's IRS money, do you mind?"

Chris was a little blindsided. The mystery that Jack showed before was quite different from the life he showed now. He pondered for a while and made a suggestion.

Jack's eyes suddenly brightened, and his original calm appearance immediately changed into a philistine face. Who wouldn't want to have a reasonable and legal income? If there is any department in the United States that can shut up the FBI, the IRS will definitely is one of them.

"My friend at the IRS has been in some trouble recently and happens to be socializing with LA. I can ask him to ask you for help."

Jack was a little puzzled: "As an ordinary patrolman, how can I help the IRS? Besides, why should the IRS give me money? They have a lot of ways to ask LAPD to cooperate unconditionally."

Chris didn't say anything more, obviously he was quite sure about this matter.

"You will know when my friend in the IRS contacts you. As a supervisor, he still has this power."

Jack nodded, expressing his understanding, and then he proposed to investigate the matter of the Kleiner Foundation. Now the time is right, and this criminal group is about to temporarily lose the support of the government. If they don't do anything at this time, when they hook up with another congressman, the matter will be resolved. can become complicated and dangerous.

Chris said that he would give the results as soon as possible, so he said goodbye and left. His problem was basically resolved, so he missed his closest partner Justin and hoped that she could also get treatment as soon as possible.

A week later, Jack, who was about to get off work, received a mysterious call.

"Jack Tavole? He said I could trust you completely."

Hearing the old voice on the phone, Jack was slightly taken aback, and then realized that he was referring to Chris.

"Yes, that's right."

"I have a problem at hand and I need your help. I hope we can meet in private. You can set the time and place, but preferably today."

"Uh" Jack looked at the time, it was just 6 o'clock.

"How about just my house? At 8:30 in the evening, chat while eating."

Anyway, it is very easy for the IRS to check his information. It is better to be open and generous, and it will help build mutual trust.

"I heard that you are still a good cook. I am looking forward to tasting your craftsmanship."

Sure enough, the other party had checked him out, Jack pouted, and drove to the Wegmans supermarket. The God of Wealth must serve him well, so he decided to cook an expensive French meal to show his respect.

In the evening, while Jack was busy in the kitchen, he chatted with Hannah via video. Little Sweetie has been locked up in Quantico for nearly three months. The training life is very hard, but she still insists on talking to him before going to bed every night.

Unknowingly, after such a long separation, Jack felt that his relationship with her was one step closer. This chick dared to say anything nasty in the video because she couldn't reach her by herself. At this time, the two were talking about her Nemesis Tyler Kelly.

"That little cousin really hasn't come to seduce you recently?" Hannah looked in disbelief.

"Maybe I gave up? It's been almost two months. I haven't seen her since the New Year's dinner. You know, I don't even have a TV at home, let alone pay attention to Channel [-] news."

"She must be planning some conspiracy. I know her too well. She will never give up easily."

Hannah seems to have a deep resentment.

"I forgot to ask if you didn't mention it, how much hatred does that guy have with you?"

Jack eats melons regardless of people, and the more people around him, the more he will not let them go. In the past two days, Angela and Wesley have had a lot of trouble because the ugly daughter-in-law wants to see her mother-in-law. He almost grabs a handful of popcorn and eats it Enjoyed it.

"She stole my crown at prom because I don't have a boyfriend!"

ah!Sure enough, there was such a big hatred, Jack immediately joined in his girlfriend's verbal criticism of the enemy, and he must stand firm at this time.

Thinking of the past, Hannah was still resentful, and she acted coquettishly at Jack again after a while.

"Dear Jack, you must help me avenge her."

"How to get revenge on her? You come up with an idea, and I will execute it. Make sure she sees how powerful we are."

Jack poured the prepared sour plum sauce and dry red wine on the fried foie gras, and put it in an infrared incubator to keep warm.

Seeing his perfunctory appearance, Hannah pouted to express her dissatisfaction, and then rolled her eyes, but her voice became sweeter and sweeter.

"It's better for you to let her fall in love with you, and when she makes it known to everyone, then accompany me to the high school reunion, and then we will humiliate her severely together."

Jack's forehead is full of black lines. This is some kind of third-rate American youth drama routine.

Shaking off the goose bumps all over his body, Jack angrily tapped the camera position of the phone with a spoon.

"I think you've been away from home for too long. Talk to me. This voice doesn't sound like yours at all. If you do this again, I'll have a good chat with Mrs. Anderson."

The Mrs. Anderson in Jack's mouth is Zoe's mother, that is, Hannah's aunt. She is the only person in the Anderson family who can control Hannah besides Zoe. The former strength has long since disappeared.

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