The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 87 LAPD High Alert
Taylor Kelly beside Jack quickly motioned to the cameraman behind him to point the camera at him.

Although the memory of Jack's previous life is very vague for this plot, he still has a certain impression of Rosalind Dale, who is somewhat similar to J.K. Rowling, the author of "Harry Potter".

He subconsciously glanced at Lucy next to Tim. It seemed that in this plot, Lucy was kidnapped by the admirer of the serial female killer and was almost buried alive. He wanted to find a way to prevent this kind of shit from happening.

Now that Jack has verified it, the plot can not only be changed through his personal efforts, such as saving Zoe before; it may also be deduced by himself, such as now that Lucy and John have both passed the rookie period ahead of schedule.

Then it is the best choice to nip the danger in the bud as much as possible, because the ghost knows whether things will develop in a worse direction.

Jack's brain began to run fast. The admirer of Rosalind Dell in his memory seemed to only dare to attack women. In the play, he met Lucy who was still single in a bar in advance, but now Lucy and Tim are close Feet, Lucy is unlikely to go to the bar to drink with other men.

So if he was Rosalind Dale, who would he instruct the murderer to attack?
Looking around for a week, the people present, Angela is pregnant, she has kept her own life recently, Nila is still fighting a lawsuit over her daughter's visitation rights, Zoe is a police inspector, and the above three are not low in force, and their IQs are also online Well, that weak chicken admirer met them, I'm afraid they were beaten until they couldn't find their teeth.

Jack felt a bit of a headache, and decided not to guess. This is not a game to pass the level, and he has to follow the rules.

"Hello, David, you're still so charming." Rosalind Dell, who was pinned to a wheelchair by a torture device, was pushed out of the prison van and looked up at the people in front of her.

"Hello, Rosalind, long time no see."

David Rossi probably saw a lot of perverts, just like greeting ordinary people, he nodded with a smile.

Rosalind looked around and saw Lucy, Nila, Angela, Tim, and John standing in a row on her left with expressionless faces, and they also smiled.

"Aren't you going to introduce these friends of yours?"

Superintendent Gray had a dark face, and he spoke very bluntly: "It's written on the badge, if you have eyes, you can't see it?"

"This Superintendent Gray is a bit unfriendly, won't you embarrass me later?"

If you ignore this murderous history, Rosalind has a bit of temperament when she smiles, even for some 40 or 50 road fans, she can be called a stunner.

"Why doesn't she look like a serial killer at all?"

Taylor Kelly nudged Jack lightly with his elbow, and asked softly with some curiosity.

"Shall I find a way to leave you alone with her for a while?"

Seeing her shaking her head in horror, the corners of Jack's mouth raised a nasty arc.

At this time, Superintendent Gray waved to the people nearby, and the three policewomen stepped forward and untied the torture devices on the wheelchair one by one.

Rosalind stood up with difficulty, and suddenly let out an "ah" and staggered. John, who was at the side, had quick eyesight and quick hands, and supported her.

"Thank you." Rosalind looked at John with a smile, her eyes rolled, John froze for a moment, then looked away expressionlessly, and stopped looking at her.

"Crack!" Jack in the distance slapped himself on the forehead, shouting in his heart, it has begun, and the relationship between the serial female killer and "good old man" John began.

Superintendent Gray announced the departure in 20 minutes, and everyone in the branch office got busy.

Jack checked the vehicle and equipment. Because he knew he was going to climb a mountain, he took out an Adidas sports backpack from the locker, stuffed several bottles of water into it, and threw it into the trunk of the car.

Walking into the detention room, Nila was searching Rosalind. This woman was still pretending as before, and even made provocative words.

"It has been checked in the prison, and the police station came again. Speaking of which, I appreciate your professionalism."

"Once, I pulled out a greedy anesthetist's teeth one by one, and cut off his hands touching me. It would have been easier to hit me with a hammer, but you have to be professional in order to be able to do it. Proud, what do you think, Officer Nolan?"

John was expressionless, "Ma'am, if you want to scare me with this story, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

Jack sneered, "She's not threatening you, she's flirting with you."

Rosalind's pupils narrowed slightly, and she turned her head to look at Jack who had just entered the room, her eyes resting on his chest badge.

"Officer Tavole? He's such a rare and charming guy. The beautiful reporter who stood with you just now is a good match for you."

Jack grinned, showing his iconic white teeth: "Thank you, you must have been a pretty beauty when you were young."

He intentionally put a little emphasis on the word young.

A trace of sullenness flashed in Rosalind's eyes, she ignored him, and turned her head to look at Sean Delmont who was putting on the body armor for herself.

"Hey, Sean, do you want to find the body of the anesthesiologist first?"

Sean Delmont looked indifferent: "The order is not important, as long as the victims' remains are found."

"Ah, listen to this tune of 'public servant of the people'."

Rosalind continued to look at John and said, "Sean is just a submissive middle-level bureaucrat, trying his best to facilitate this matter, with the goal of being able to be in charge of the local prosecutor next year."

"Hands up." Nila interrupted her chatter, and put on a hard body armor with LAPD printed on her.

"Are you ready?" The heavily armed figure of SWAT team leader Hong Duo appeared at the door.

Seeing Jack, the black tough guy took the initiative to touch him with his fist, said hello, and once again brought up the matter of inviting him to the SWAT team as a guest.

The two hadn't seen each other since the last time they dealt with the [Southern Front] together. Jack forgot about this problem, and quickly agreed that he would bring homemade delicacies to visit.

As one of the most notorious serial killers in California, Rosalind went out with enough ostentation. LAPD not only dispatched SWAT armored vehicles to escort the prisoners, but also dispatched mounted police to clear the way.

Angela, as one of the cutting-edge combat forces of the sub-bureau, boarded the SWAT armored vehicle with Rosalind. Jack arranged for Taylor Kelly and her cameraman to drive behind his car. As he was about to start, David Rossi stepped on He stepped forward and opened the passenger's door.

"Do you mind if I ride in your police car?" David Rossi maintained his elegant Italian accent.

"Of course not, it's my pleasure." Jack watched him fasten his seat belt and put it in gear to start.

Knowing that the future boss had something to say when he got in the car, Jack took the initiative to stir up the topic. He also had some ideas that needed to be realized through the big boss of the FBI.

"Was it Rosalind Dell who you were responsible for arresting?"

David Rossi nodded: "This woman has a typical anti-social personality, and both IQs are extremely high. She is a very dangerous guy. It was a mistake for the local prosecutor to reach an agreement with her."

(End of this chapter)