The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 85 KITT?

Jack showed a shy smile and pointed to the corner of his bruised mouth, indicating that he was not intact.

"Maybe that guy's bones are more fragile. The situation was more urgent at the time, and I had to go all out."

In fact, although Jack's fighting skills are proficient, it is really useless to be able to quickly kill the two killers today. It all depends on his already superhuman physique. It looks bluffing, but it's basically just a show, not much better than those gym gods.

If you really want to change to the gang of killers with barcodes tattooed on the back of their bare heads, Jack, let alone throwing away his guns to fight melee, he must first heal himself before shooting black guns.

Ray King and David Rossi seemed to be very familiar with each other, and they didn't know what kind of intersection they had before. The two whispered for a while, and the skinny old man left a few IRS agents to protect Mecia, and left in a hurry.

David Rossi didn't come here specifically for Jack. He probably came to LA for business, so he decided to come and see him temporarily, but it could be seen that he was very satisfied with Maureen's recommendation.

Knowing that Jack stayed up all night, he was very concerned and asked to go back to rest early, and put on a leadership style early.

"We will meet again soon, and I hope our initial cooperation will go well."

Leaving behind a word without beginning or end, David Rossi said goodbye and left the hospital.

"Long time no see?" The crowd finally left, and Maureen looked at Jack with a strange look.

Jack, who offered to stay and send Professor Cahill home, had a malicious look on his face.

"There's an old saying in Siris, it's like not seeing each other every day, it means that."
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Before Jack's administrative vacation was over, he was dragged out of the house by John impatiently, and stuffed into his new Toyota Tundra.

When he saw the street sign in the San Fernando Valley, someone couldn't help but feel a little scared. Did this old rookie have a new side job recently?
"Where are we going?"

If John doesn't make it clear, Jack has the heart to jump out of the car. He has always been a performer but not himself. This place is too dangerous. No matter how much money he has to make movies, he can't do it.

"I found the car you wanted." John couldn't hide his pride in his tone.

"A classic muscle car from the 80s is said to be very well preserved, and the owner's asking price is only 5000."

"The 80s? Only $5000?"

Jack suspects that if there is something wrong with his ears, then there is something wrong with John's brain.

His second-hand car cost 3000 yuan at the beginning, and muscle cars in the 80s were not classic cars with value-added space, so why dare to sell it for 5000 yuan?

"You'll be pleasantly surprised when you see it, I swear!"

John looked swearing, Jack could only hold back.

The 40-minute journey was not too far, and soon John drove into a farm, and under the guidance of an old man who looked at least 80 years old, he stopped in front of a dilapidated barn.

"Mr. Robbins, please let my friend see your baby."

Looking at John's appearance as if he was on a pilgrimage, Jack would have almost thought that he had colluded with the seller to fool people if he hadn't known this guy well.

Trembling, the old man came to the door of the barn and tried hard to open the door. Jack and John hurried forward to help.

"Is this. Is this a KI or a Pontiac Firebird?"

Jack was dumbfounded, pointing to the black sports car in the middle of the barn, stuttering with excitement.

With an expression that he knew you would be like this, John triumphantly corrected: "To be precise, this is a 1982 Pontiac Firebird TRANS-AM."

Jack didn't care about the thick dust accumulated on the car, and tried to open the door of the driver's cab. Although at first glance, he found that the iconic red breathing light on the front of the car was missing, but he really saw that there were no fancy dashboards in the cab, and there was no such thing as a racing car. When turning the steering wheel, I was still a little disappointed.

Well, there are indeed no sci-fi American dramas stitched into this world, and naturally there will be no Knight Industries, no KITT, and even less the Destroyer 2000 that rampaged across Los Santos.

But touching the beautiful and smooth streamlined lines of the car body, Jack's tears almost fell down.

In fact, John has completely misunderstood Jack. He is not a big fan of American muscle cars. He was just a fan of the old man. Hannah’s Ford Mustang Cobra GT500 has always made him greedy, so he thought about getting a second-hand American muscle car for fun. Play.

Unexpectedly, by mistake, John actually helped find such a car of his childhood dream.

Seeing that Jack couldn't put it down, John used his expertise and chatted with the old man for a while, and then cut the price by another 500 knives.

After paying a deposit of 200 yuan, and making an appointment a week later to find a truck to haul it, the two embarked on the return journey.

"It's very dry in the barn. Although the car hasn't been started for 30 years, the odometer shows less than 2W miles. The body of the car is very well preserved. I also contacted a refitting factory for you. They promised to make it as long as 2000 yuan. This car has been brought back to life."

John was very thoughtful, but Jack obviously wanted more. While he was using his mobile phone to Google the introduction of this car, while pondering, he soon had some new ideas in his mind.
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Today's Wilshire Police Station was extremely lively. Not only did the outgoing Superintendent Anderson rarely show up, but Jack also saw several familiar faces.

David Rossi, who was wearing an Italian handmade suit, stood beside Zoe with another strange middle-aged man, and Hondo, the captain of the SWAT team, who hadn't seen him for a long time, also appeared in the back row of the meeting room.

Even a Channel [-] news anchor, Tyler Kelly, waited outside the meeting room with a microphone and a cameraman, waving at Jack.

Superintendent Gray looked serious, nodded and stood on the podium, "At five o'clock this morning, the California Women's Central Prison will transfer prisoner No. 081316. The prisoner's name is Rosalind Dale, a rare female serial murderer."

"For five years she has been held in a solitary individual cell, and today, she will be turned over to our department, and before I assign tasks, I would like to ask Special Agent Chief David Rossi of the FBI and the Assistant District Attorney Sean Delmont, background on Prisoner Dale."

David Rossi greeted Superintendent Gray politely, then stood on the podium, glanced at the crowd below, paused slightly at Jack's position, and showed a smile, as if to express, I said we will soon We will meet again.

"Good morning, everyone."

"Among all of you present, some may not be familiar with this case. In 2015, Rosalind Dell was captured by the FBI after killing seven people, and was finally approved for death."

"However, there is evidence that there may be more actual victims. Even including the known seven victims, there are still three bodies that have not been found."

"Today, with the efforts of the local prosecutor, we reached a condition with Dale, and she agreed to lead the police to find the place where the corpse was hidden."

The tone of David Rossi's last sentence was a little weird. Although his English had always been a little Italian, Jack swore that he definitely heard the weirdness in it.

(End of this chapter)