The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 80 End Line
"Then let you continue to struggle with whether or not you made a mistake on the second bar?"

The friend of women, Jack, didn't allow the silly elder sister to continue to hesitate, and directly took her to the Central Hospital, where he found Jialisi.

Half an hour later, Jialisi stood in front of the two with a smile on her face while holding a test sheet.

"Although I'm not an obstetrician, I can confirm by looking at the hormone level. Angela, you are indeed pregnant. Congratulations both of you."

"Ah!" Angela screamed, hugged Jack in surprise, and almost kissed him.

"Hey hey hey!"

Jack hurriedly pulled her arm away, congratulations, Jialisi was joking that you, the client, also joined in the fun, right?

He called Wesley, the real perpetrator, to the hospital, and Jack's cell phone rang suddenly with a grin on his face.

"Hey boy, found it, in a motel, but are you sure that Sussel guy is just a heartbreaker? Did he sleep with some mobster's woman.

I heard that professionals are looking for him, you'd better act quickly, otherwise you may only find his body. "

The call was from Smidy. I didn't expect this old boy to be unexpectedly reliable, and he found someone within a day.

Jack hurriedly copied down the address, greeted Jialisi and the couple who were still kissing sweetly, and drove to the motel.

After checking the magazines of the sidearm and the spare, Jack got out of the car and walked into the front room of the motel called "Santa Monica".

"Someone said they saw this man here, can you tell me his room number?"

Jack showed a photo to the obese middle-aged boss with a sloppy face in front of him.

"Whoa, uh. That's not how it works, Officer Tavoler. Either there's a search warrant, or."

The fat on the cheeks of the hotel owner trembled, and he smiled and stretched out three fingers of his right hand, and made a counting gesture to Jack in uniform.

Jack wasn't in the mood to talk nonsense with this bastard, and most importantly, the only five $5 bills he had today were going back to Smidy later.

He patted the holster on his waist directly: "If you don't want the police to come to your door every week to make trouble, you'd better tell me directly, you know that Officer Smidy is still waiting for my apple pie, if I go back late Let him eat cold pizza while watching the baseball game tonight."

The hotel owner spread his hands and pointed to the first floor beside the parking lot outside the door.

"Room 1108 opposite, just 10 minutes ago, two guys came to inquire about him, their attitude is much better than yours, and they gave me 2 yuan."

"Fuck!"

Jack felt bad, turned around and left the front desk in a hurry, before he ran across the parking lot, the hotel owner pointed out that someone suddenly smashed the window and was thrown out, and then there was another ping-pong-pong-pong sound of fighting, followed by The door was slammed open, and a Middle Eastern man with curly black hair ran out.

It was the IRS undercover in the photo who went by the pseudonym Sacer Ojeda.

"Hey LAPD, stop!"

The warning was useless, the IRS undercover agent turned and ran, and the one who was thrown out of the window was a thin Latino man who was struggling to get up, his face was covered in blood from glass shards.

Seeing that this guy's exposed skin was covered with tattoos, he looked like a gangster, with stars tattooed on the corners of his eyes, indicating that at least one person was dead. Jack's hand had already touched the Glock at his waist.

At this time, a strong black man with big arms also rushed out of the room, chasing the undercover agent without looking back.

"Hey, put down your weapons!"

Seeing the thin Latino with a fierce look in his eyes, staring at the back of the undercover agent and about to touch his bulging waist, Jack decisively shot him down, turned around and yelled at the hotel owner who was trying to squeeze his huge body into the front desk One sound.

"Call 911! Immediately!"

Flying forward, he knocked out the thin Latino who was still trying to resist. Jack took out the handcuffs and bled the girl on the spot. He picked up the broken gun on the ground and pulled out the magazine, stuffed it into his back and chased after him.

Although it took a little while to deal with a gangster, Jack was not very worried. At this moment, the two guys in front ran less than 150 meters.

If we talk about a distance of 200 meters, he really doesn't have much confidence in catching up immediately, but if he runs up to 23 in a row, with his current physique of [-] points, it's hard to say that Liu Xiang and Bolt are here. .

"7-A-26, Hotel 'Santa Monica', shootout, call for assistance, suspect injured, call an ambulance."

While calling on the walkie-talkie, Jack ran with all his strength, keeping his attention on the burly black man behind the undercover agent. As long as the other party made a move to draw his gun, he dared to shoot and kill him directly.

Now the undercover agent at the front is a walking 30W, whoever threatens that guy will have trouble with his bonus.

The IRS undercover agent ran up a pedestrian bridge in a panic and seemed to think it was impossible for him to run past a nineteenth-century southern plantation implement. He stopped a quarter of the way over the overpass, climbed out of the guardrail, and seemed to want to jump down.

Jack was so frightened that two of the three souls flew away. He jumped up and kicked the burly black man who was still trying to go forward. Hastily reached out to stop the panicked undercover agent.

"Hey! Alejandro Mesia, right?"

Hearing his real name, the undercover agent froze for a moment, stopped, and looked at Jack, who was wearing a patrol uniform.

"It was Jin who sent me here, Ray King, your boss, he said he believed in you and asked me to find you and be responsible for your safety."

Jack stepped on the back of the gangster's thug, reaching out to try to stop the undercover's desperate move.

"I do not know you."

Alejandro Mejia looked suspicious, but stopped.

"He gave me a call and told me to contact him directly after I found you, or would you call him yourself?"

Jack took out his cell phone and tried to throw it away.

Just as Mesia reached out to catch it, the rusty overpass fence under him suddenly creaked.

"Damn it, don't you want it?"

Jack strode forward, but failed to catch the terrified Mecia, just like ignoring the classic bridge in the movie, the two fingers crossed each other, watching each other fall off the bridge.

My love crazy 6, ah no, my 30W! ! !

Jack hurriedly looked down, and Meiya fell to the roof of a car, spitting out blood.

"Get out of the way."

Jack on the flyover waved to the crowd gathered below to stay away, and jumped off after a run-up
"You said you jumped off the top? Are you crazy?"

John, who came for reinforcements, pointed to the overpass that was at least 5 meters high and questioned loudly.

Jack wanted to cry but put away the fragmented body of his mobile phone, and nodded.

(End of this chapter)