The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 97 What?What's the matter?
At the same time, Jack is also reflecting in his heart. The skills and attributes provided by the system have indeed made him gradually surpass ordinary people. Whether it is the favor of women around him, the appreciation of his colleagues in the police station, or even the willingness of the IRS and the FBI to solicit He, these are all affirmations of his own strength.

So I don't know when it started, that low-key and cautious self who was full of awe of the world began to drift a little bit. If in the case of the IRS, the female nurse cheated and nearly killed the IRS undercover agent, it was because The opponent's acting skills are superb.

To provoke Rosalind proactively, and think that he is not afraid of the other party's revenge, seems a bit too arrogant and stupid.

This is not an RPG-style game world, and I am not fully proficient in any customs clearance strategies. Whether the friends around him or the criminals he contacts, they are all living people. They have their own thoughts and souls, not according to the design. The established program is running.

Even if he is really not afraid of the other party's revenge, he should also consider the friends around him. Although Taylor has no deep relationship with him, if she really died at the hands of Rosalind's admirers, it would be difficult for Jack to convince himself that this tragedy Has nothing to do with oneself.

Fortunately, Lady Luck is on his side this time. The only locator that has not been recovered is on Taylor. If it is the same as the original plot, Lucy is still kidnapped. Jack can't imagine what the consequences will be.

Then David Rossi's voice came on the intercom.

"Jack, I just confirmed that the farm you went to is owned by a trust fund under Rosalind's name. Caleb White called it a holy place in his diary, and that's where Rosalind killed the No. 1 victim. "

"The identity of the kidnapper has also been found out. Beth Weston is Rosalind's defense lawyer."

"According to the staff of the TV station, it was Beth Weston who took the initiative to ask Taylor out last night and drove her to pick her up after the TV station got off work."

"Is that the upright female lawyer that Del Monte talked about?"

There was a lot of sarcasm in Angela's tone.

"Rosalind is like the plague, infecting everyone she comes into contact with with her perverted thoughts."

"Uh" Rossi choked, but corrected.

"I prefer to call it a psychic attraction between perverts. Del Monte has just admitted that Beth Weston, who, like Caleb White, had vehemently asked to be Rosalind's defense attorney, was motivated by The active purpose is to get close to the idol in my mind."

"In any case, let's hope Del Monte is ready to meet the wrath of Taylor's father, Judge Kelly."

Jack turned the steering wheel, and the police car drifted into a small road with the squeal of tires rubbing against the ground.

"We still have 3 minutes to arrive. How long will it take for the supporting police? The GPS signal has disappeared for more than 40 minutes. We need as many people as possible to start the search."

Then the voice on the intercom changed to Superintendent Gray.

"John and the others are not far behind you, and other support will arrive within 10 minutes. In addition, I called two helicopters, which are expected to appear above your heads in 5 minutes to assist in the search."

Amid the long sound of brakes, Jack stopped the police car and couldn't wait to jump out of the car. The farm is not big, only a square building, and this is where the tracker signal on Taylor last disappeared.

"Jack." Rosie called again.

"The low-frequency signal that comes with the tracker should still be detectable, but the range may become smaller."

"understood."

Jack turned his head to look at Angela: "I'll go through the front door, and you will surround me from the back door, so be careful not to accidentally hurt yourself."

Angela nodded, and trotted around to the back of the bungalow with the gun in hand.

Time was running out, and Jack didn't care about the risk of more Rosalind's accomplices. He held a tablet in his left hand and a gun in his right. We met in the innermost storage room, but no one was found.

There were only three empty oil drums in the storage room, and Taylor's donkey bag was still lying on the floor.

The two looked at each other in a daze. Jack looked at the tablet in his hand again, but there was no signal on it.

At this time, John also arrived with a group of police officers and surrounded the bungalow.

"Is there a basement or a cellar?" Angela asked.

John shook his head. "I checked outside. There are no vents. It doesn't look like there is a basement, and there are no cellar entrances around."

Jack stood at the door, looking thoughtfully at a rut that led to the far side of the farm.

The intercom rang again, and this time it was Tim.

"Beth Weston resisted arrest and was shot dead. I found a video in her mobile phone. It should be for you to watch. Send it here now."

Jack took out his mobile phone and received a video from Tim. In it, Taylor was forced into a buried oil drum by a gun, and then the oil drum was covered with a lid, and shovelfuls of soil were covered with the oil drum .

"She was buried in the ground, got into the car, and drove along the rut."

Jack beckoned to everyone to follow him, started the police car again, and followed the rut. After driving for a few minutes, Angela, who was holding a tablet in the co-pilot, exclaimed: "There is a signal, and it is at the direction of 3 o'clock."

It was a small hill, and Jack jumped out of the car. His perception far exceeded that of ordinary people, and he discovered that a piece of soil not far away had been turned over.

"It's there!"

Everyone gathered around, those who had a shovel used a shovel, and those who didn't have a shovel simply picked it up with their hands, and soon a round iron cover was exposed.

Jack snatched the folding shovel in John's hand, pried open the cover at once, reached out, and pulled the unconscious Taylor up.
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"That was my first kiss." On the hospital bed, Taylor did not show the panic of the rest of his life, but showed a face of extortion.

"That's called artificial respiration. If I hadn't done that at that time, you would have died!"

Jack rubbed his temples with a headache. After rescuing Taylor, he released the healing technique, but to put on a show, he did two rounds of CPR deliberately. He didn't expect this woman to say such a word.

A European and American girl who is almost 30 is going to be in such a place, this style of painting is too weird, this is not some ancient style of martial arts harem.

"Our family is devout Tianzhu believers, my father will beat me to death if he finds out."

Tyler looked like he was about to cry.

"Your first kiss was taken by Hannah at the high school prom, because you managed to steal her prom crown."

Jack mercilessly exposed that the little story between the two girls had long been used as a talking point by Hannah, and it was completely wiped out in the daily love video.

"OK, I'm not joking with you, but I want to thank you again. Although I was terrified at the time, I knew you would come to save me."

Speaking of which, Taylor took out the small black disc, "Can I keep this as a souvenir?"

(End of this chapter)