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

On Monday morning, Jack squatted in his back garden to clean up. He had planted a bunch of fruit trees randomly just to test his skills. Now, almost a year has passed. Although most of them are alive, not many are growing well.

Now that he had a little money in his pocket, he didn't have to dig around to pick out some saplings, so Jack simply cut down all the hard-to-maintain trees.

We ordered several cherry trees from a cherry farm in northeast Los Angeles, a cherry variety called 'Rainier' with golden-yellow fruits.

These cherry trees are basically between two and three years old, which means they will basically bear fruit around December next year.

When Jack was selecting cherry trees, he also found a batch of grafted bayberry trees and loquat trees. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. He bought a few trees from the farmer and took them home with the cherry trees.

Now his backyard is dominated by cherry trees on the left, a few bayberry trees and loquat trees on the right, and two mulberry trees, one female and one male, in the middle.

In order to prevent himself from being neglected during long-term business trips, he also signed a long-term agreement with the farm and paid a small deposit. A gardener will come to check the condition of the fruit trees every month, and fertilize and remove insects as appropriate.

Wearing a cowboy hat he bought in Texas, Jack worked hard under the sun for almost a day. After slapping his sore waist, he suddenly realized that he had been doing back-breaking work almost every day since he returned to Los Angeles for a week.

He casually took a photo of the healing technique, and he felt like a hard-working old scalper. These days he was either 'farming' or on the way to 'farming'. As expected, only children would want them all, and adults knew they couldn't stand it. .

Taking out the thawed steak and the cold rice and eggs prepared in advance from the cold compartment of the new refrigerator, Jack hummed a tune and started making dinner.

Hannah went to San Francisco on a business trip a few days ago. Maybe because the New Year has just passed, there seem to be a lot of cases. I heard that the FBI in California is almost busy.

The phone suddenly rang. Seeing that it was Rosie, Jack, who had no time on his hands, clicked on the speakerphone directly.

"Hey Rosie, what do you want from me?"

Rossi's voice on the other side of the phone was as deep and powerful as ever, and full of Italian enthusiasm.

"I'm sorry, your vacation has to end early. The FBI in Connecticut is asking for help. It's a kidnapping case of great importance. I don't have enough manpower, and most of the people I've recruited haven't been in place yet, so I have to call you. "

Hmm, is this what it feels like to be valued by a leader? Jack didn't stop, frying the overnight rice in butter, making a sizzling sound, and replied cheerfully.

"No problem, I'll be on call anytime."

"The plane will take off in an hour and a half. You have plenty of time to prepare. Remember to bring your gun. Uh, are you cooking?"

Rosie on the other side of the phone seemed a little confused about what was happening on Jack's end.

"Yes, we are preparing dinner, do you want to bring one?" Jack grinned and asked jokingly.

When he was cooking for Red at the academy, Rossi seemed to have a soft spot for his fried rice, which seemed understandable considering he was from northern Italy.

"One portion may not be enough. We are a little far away from Los Angeles Airport. We are on our way there. Dr. Reed is in my car with a beautiful lady."

She seemed to hear Rosie mention her name, and the next moment, Rhett's brisk voice appeared on the phone.

"Jack, I want a dessert."

Jack rolled his eyes and opened the refrigerator to search for ingredients. It would take him nearly 40 minutes to get to the airport, and with less than an hour left, there wouldn't be enough time to make snacks for Ya.

"I'm not your godfather. I can't wave my hand and conjure up a beautiful evening gown and a pumpkin carriage for you. You can eat whatever you want, so don't choose."

Before Jack hung up the phone, he seemed to hear the girl's chuckle from the other side. Sure enough, she was a beauty. He could always trust Rossi, an Italian man, in terms of aesthetics and football.

He added some more butter to the pot, poured in all the remaining overnight rice, and stir-fried it all. He also poured in the increased amount of egg liquid and shrimp ham. Jack turned up the heat and stir-fried vigorously.

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Looking at the brand new white Gulfstream business jet in front of him, Jack couldn't hide his shock.

This newly formed action team must be a bit too rich. This thing costs at least 70 to 80 million dollars a piece, and I don't know how much I am worth to fly this thing back and forth.

Feeling like he had a new understanding of BAU's wealth, Jack followed Rosie onto the plane.

The cabin is very spacious, with only 8 seats in total. Two people have already boarded the plane first.

There was a chess set on the table in front of Rhett, who was playing with himself. On the other side of the seat, a tall beauty with brilliant blond hair and a slim figure was sitting, holding a stack of information in her hand and looking through it.

Seeing the two of them boarding the plane, Rhett pushed the chessboard and took the initiative to free up the table in front of him, staring longingly at the incubator that Jack was carrying.

The appeal of Jack's delicacies to him is not exaggerated, but this guy is like a child, unable to resist all kinds of desserts.

Putting the incubator in front of Red, Jack cast his eyes on the beauty with long, bright golden hair.

The latter stood up gracefully and took the initiative to extend his white and tender hands to him.

"Jennifer Jeange, everyone calls me JJ, you can call me that too, nice to meet you, Agent Tavole."

Jack politely held the front part of her hand and shook it twice.

"You can also just call me Jack. It's an honor to work with such an outstanding beauty like you."

Rossi, who boarded the plane last, introduced the two to each other.

"JJ has also just become an FBI agent for less than a year. She previously worked for the NYPD. She will become our public coordination liaison and the intermediary between the team and the outside world."

"Jack is a local. He is the LAPD guy with the best marksmanship I have ever seen. His close combat ability is also quite outstanding. I still remember the miserable look of the big suspect when we first met."

On the side, Red opened a food box covered with ice packs in the compartment of the insulator, exclaimed, couldn't wait to scoop out a big scoop of ice cream cake, narrowed his eyes with satisfaction, and then added for Rosie.

"In fact, his driving skills are also good. When he was doing PIT training at the academy, he not only defended against all the instructor's PIT attempts, but also overturned the opponent's car."

Jack reached out and ruffled his curly hair, took out the other food boxes and gave them to JJ and Rosie.

"I'm in such a hurry that I've made a semi-finished Italian seafood fried rice. Let's give it a try."

Rossi opened the food box, and the aroma of butter mixed with the aroma of eggs and seafood hit his nostrils, making him take a deep breath.

I'm going out to do errands tomorrow, so I might post another chapter later. If it's too late, the afternoon chapter might be postponed until the evening.

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