The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

Just when the big guy was about to step into the fast food restaurant, a young couple who had just finished paying opened the door and passed by him. Then the man acted rudely and pushed the girl against the car. , and then yelled at her angrily.

Jack could only vaguely hear a few words in the store. It was probably the man who was furious because the girl tipped too much, and the girl was apologizing to him in horror.

Reacher stopped, expressionless, and looked at the incompetent and furious guy in front of him without saying a word. Jack in the store slowly picked up the coffee cup in his hand, with a smile on his lips, and the fun began.

But in the next second, he was shocked to find that the last sip of coffee in the cup had just been consumed.

Jack frowned, feeling that this ghost place was definitely against him, and his image as the mastermind behind everything seemed to be unable to last for three seconds.

After waving to the old lady with gray temples, he put an extra 50% tip on the plate, opened the door and walked out of the restaurant.

At this time, the man in the couple had just let out a provocative roar at Rachel and was about to approach him. He seemed to have suddenly calmed down, or perhaps finally realized the huge difference in physique between the two. He was stunned. In place.

Lei Che stared at each other without saying a word, feeling that the air between the two was frozen, and the man swallowed hard.

"Look man, I was just in a bad mood and it's not going to happen again."

After saying that, he turned around dejectedly and opened the passenger door for his girlfriend, then drove away quickly.

Jack walked up to Reacher, and the big guy who was half a head taller than him also turned around and faced the restaurant, and the two met each other.

Jack said hello in a friendly way: "The peach pie here is good, you must try it."

Rachel didn't speak, but nodded with a smile and strode into the store.

Jack got in the car and checked the location of the local police station. Less than a minute after he drove onto the road in the town, two police cars drove past with sirens blaring, heading for the restaurant.

Slightly increasing the speed of the car, he wanted to get there before Reacher was arrested and taken to the police station.

"Hello, Madam Officer, do you have a police detective from Boston? I'd like to find him."

Jack showed an exclusive business smile at the pretty female police officer in front of him, who was looking at her in a daze. It took her a long time to come back to her senses. He quickly pointed to the simply partitioned office behind him, and at the same time turned his head slightly. Raise your voice.

"Inspector Finley, a stranger is looking for you."

A thin black man in a woolen suit, who looked to be in his forties and wearing glasses, heard the sound and pushed open the glass-paneled wooden door with almost no sound insulation, and looked at Jack with some confusion.

"Aha, dear cousin, long time no see. I miss you so much."

Jack hurried forward, hugged the confused man, and whispered in his ear: "IRS investigator, would you like to speak privately?"

Detective Finley was stunned for a moment and then immediately responded, "Let's go out and talk."

After saying that, it was like meeting an old friend again. He and Jack walked out of the small police station with a smile. Behind the two of them came a question from the delicate female police officer in a lowered voice.

"Why does Inspector Finlay have a white cousin?"

Detective Finlay turned two corners and came to an open space behind the police station, frowning and looking at Jack.

"I'm sorry, I need to verify your identity, why would the IRS come to a small town like ours, and why are you looking for me?"

"Call the phone number above. I believe that based on your previous connections in Boston, you can easily determine the authenticity of this number."

Jack handed over a small note with a number written on it. This was the phone number of Mr. Ray King. He communicated with this man for nearly an hour on the way to Margrave.

He roughly told what he knew about a certain criminal group that controlled this town, and explained why he, Hannah, and the Wolf brothers were here, and then promised to notify the IRS at the appropriate time. The old man readily granted him the status of temporary investigator.

You must know that the Federal Secret Service is not the only one responsible for counterfeit money cases. The IRS, which is a subordinate of the Ministry of Finance, also has the authority to intervene. Now that the information has been obtained, all you need to do is secretly create a file in advance. When the time is right for Jack to send information, the IRS will If you can get a share of the credit from the Secret Service, why not do it.

I believe that Joey Reacher, who is still lying in the ICU, won't mind.

"I know you have many questions, but I can only answer one of them. Why are you looking for me? Because although you took the initiative to transfer to this town, it was just to escape the original environment, and not long after you came here, you had a close relationship with me. Some people or things here have nothing to do with it.”

As the saying goes, you can’t tell the story of a relationship that is shallow. Although Jack understands the plot and knows that Inspector Finley is a member of the protagonist group of justice, his words are unfounded and he has no evidence at hand. He might as well become the protagonist of the group through his identity as the IRS. A member of the team helped them uncover a corner of the shady curtain and take a first look.

Detective Finlay hesitated for a while, looking at Jack seriously, as if he was pondering the information revealed in Jack's words. After a long time, he spoke.

"You know me well?"

"Not at all, but I believe we will get to know each other soon."

Jack told the truth, he didn't remember much about him when he watched the show. He was probably the only one who was infatuated. Because his wife died of illness, he felt that he had neglected to take care of her because he was busy with work, so he punished himself and took the initiative to apply to transfer this person from Boston. A remote town, nothing else.

Who would be interested in understanding a black man in his 40s? If he had the time to watch this drama twice, he would only pay attention to the comely female police officer Quan Ji for a few seconds, uh, maybe three minutes when she appeared on the scene. , no more.

"So, what do you need me to do?" Finlay asked.

Jack took out his cell phone and checked the time, "In a few minutes, your people will escort back a suspect. No matter what method you use, let me follow him, even if he is locked up together, absolutely not Exposing my identity will not arouse the suspicion of other people in your police station."

Finley looked at him deeply, his eyes full of doubts.

"You know I ordered his arrest because of a murder case, right?"

Jack nodded and urged: "I promise you will investigate this murder case. Hurry up, your police officers will be back soon."

"OK, then please cooperate."

Finlay made a quick decision, took out the handcuffs and walked behind him.

"Ah wait, what are you going to jail me for?" Jack asked.

Finlay turned his head and thought for half a second, "My cousin is wanted for fraud and wants to come and seek refuge with me?"