The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 82 cheated
But he has always been envious of the Ford Mustang Cobra GT500 driven by Hannah. Whenever Little Sweetie drives this muscle car with the red Cobra logo on the street, it always attracts countless eyeballs.

"How about finding me an old classic muscle car?"

A man can't have money, and when he has money, he panics. Before Jack got the money, he started thinking about playing with cars.

Now that he has accumulated a lot of life skills, it may not be interesting for him to change the car, but it shouldn't be a big problem to get an old muscle car and polish it by himself.

After all, I was reborn in a beautiful country, and I can earn a little money just by looking at it. If I don’t play around with an authentic high-powered muscle car, I always feel that something is missing. Who makes the gas price here so cheap.

John said that he received it: "It will take up to two weeks, and you will be satisfied."

Almost an hour later, the door of the operating room was finally opened, and the two hurried forward.

"The patient has not found internal bleeding for the time being, but he still needs to be monitored. The leg operation has been completed and he will wake up in about half an hour. However, since he may have a slight concussion, I do not recommend you to ask him for a long time."

When Jia Lisi was talking, she also noticed that John beside him, although half of his face was covered by a mask, the smile lines at the corners of his eyes still betrayed her current mood.

"I just need to take care of him. I don't need to ask him questions. You are busy."

Seeing that there was no one else in the entangled eyes of the two, Jack gave up explaining in despair, and helped the nurse to push Alejandro Mesia, who was still under anesthesia, into the ward.

Accompanying patients is a very exhausting task. Jack dare not be negligent. The newly filled stomach made him a little sleepy, so he could only get up and pace back and forth in the ward.

After an unknown amount of time, Alejandro Mesia on the hospital bed let out a low moan and woke up.

"Where am I?"

"You are in the hospital, Mr. Mesia." Jack hurried to the bed, stretched out his hand to hold him down, and signaled him not to move.

"You just had surgery on your left leg and the doctor said you might have a mild concussion."

Messia was obviously still a little confused: "Who are you? Why do you know my real name."

Jack's heart skipped a beat, the most worrying thing still happened, did this guy really lose his memory?
"I saved you from two killers, remember? You accidentally fell off the bridge, and I sent you to the hospital."

Messiah covered her forehead and groaned again.

"Sorry, I'm still not clear-headed. You said before that you were sent by Supervisor Jin."

Jack let out a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't lose his memory.

"Ray King entrusted me to find you and provide protection. He should be on the plane to LA by now."

"We have to get out of the hospital quickly, they won't give up easily, someone betrayed me"

Mejia's emotions suddenly became agitated, and he struggled to get up.

Jack held him firmly with one hand. He couldn't tell whether this guy was betrayed or he wanted to abscond with the money, but it didn't matter. He just had to keep an eye on this guy and hand it over to that old fox Ray King tomorrow morning. .

"Don't get excited. Your current injury does not allow you to act. Ray King said that he has controlled the operation team you are in. I will protect you here, and LAPD will provide support at any time. You are safe here."

Mecia's emotions gradually eased, but she was still muttering to herself.

"Please be careful. They have hired professional killers. I have been avoiding these people. Be careful, for sure."

Probably because of the sedative ingredients in the infusion, Mesia, who was emotionally relaxed, fell into a deep sleep again.

Jack habitually wanted to take out his mobile phone to check the time, only to realize that his Love Crazy 6 had been crushed to pieces. John pushed the door lightly to probe, glanced at the sleeping patient on the bed, and waved to him.

"What time is it?" Jack didn't have the habit of wearing a watch, and it would be very inconvenient without a mobile phone.

"Uh, it's just after 10 o'clock, and Jialisi gets off work at 12 o'clock. I plan to send her back later, so I'll come and see you first."

John's expression was slightly unnatural.

"It's not that she thought you were in the way and drove you away?" Jack joked with a smile.

Jokes aside, having someone to accompany them was not as boring as before. The two chatted in the corridor outside the ward, from the decoration of John's house to Jack's favorite muscle car model.

Unknowingly, when it was 12 o'clock, John hurriedly bid farewell to Jack and left, as if he couldn't wait to spend the night with the beautiful woman.

Are you still so impatient at this age?Thinking that although he fired a gun today, his emotions are still well controlled, and Jack is quite complacent in his heart.

At this time, a young Latino female nurse who looked a little thin came to him.

"Hi, I'm here to transfer the patient to the ICU for examination, to check for internal bleeding."

Jack looked warily at the badge she was wearing, and reached out his hand to signal: "No problem, uh, let me take a look at yours."

"No problem." The female nurse took the initiative to hand over the ID card.

"Susan Taylor, how long have you been working in this hospital?" Although the photo on the ID card was the same as the one on the ID card, Jack was still a little worried.

"A lot of five."

The female nurse spread her hands, seeing Jack was taken aback, she explained with a smile.

"Working in the ICU for five months, coming to the hospital for five years, uh... and coming to work at five o'clock in the evening."

Jack was relieved, but still said: "Okay, but I have to go with you."

"No problem." The female nurse stepped forward and skillfully lifted the railing of the bed, pushing the bed out of the room.

Watching the nurse push Mecia into the ICU ward and close the door, Jack continued to wait at the door bored, and looked up to see John and Carice, who had already taken off her white coat, walking over with a smile.

"Hi, why are you here?" Caris was a little surprised to see Jack.

"The nurse said that there are some postoperative examinations to be done and that the patient should be temporarily transferred to the ICU."

"But I just talked to his surgeon, and he said he would come for the postoperative examination himself." Jialisi was a little puzzled.

"Fake!"

Jack finally realized that something was wrong. The female nurse didn't give him a small note just now, and she didn't wink at him during the whole conversation. He thought that the other party's possibility orientation was different from ordinary people.

Pushing open the ICU ward suddenly, there was no one there, and the door to the ward at the other end of the passage was open.

"Where is the nearest elevator?"

Jack turned his head and asked Jialisi, Mecia hadn't regained consciousness, and the other party had to use a wheelchair to transfer him, so he could only take the hospital elevator.

"I know, come with me."

John quickly stretched out his fingers to point out the direction, and the two of them ran wildly all the way, passing the corner of a corridor, but only saw the slowly closing elevator doors, the Latina female nurse and a bald man in a suit and leather shoes were standing in the elevator just now. In front of him was Messia, who was sitting in a wheelchair with his head tilted and was still in a coma.

(End of this chapter)