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

Emily Prentice looks older than JJ, and is probably about the same age as Zoe. She has black, slightly curly shawl long hair, which is only slightly shorter than JJ's long bright blond hair.

Although she is not a stunning beauty like JJ, she has an extra layer of intellectual and rational temperament, which makes her feel worthy of trust and entrustment.

And after getting along with her for a while, you will find that she speaks clearly and has a strong personality, which is a bit like the big sister next door. At least Red is very fond of this, and the two soon became good friends.

Penelope Garcia is a strange girl. Although she is already in her early 30s, she likes to dress up very much. She often dresses in flashy clothes. Her overly plump figure is closer to the appearance of ordinary people than anyone here.

But she has a very simple personality, and occasionally she has some small thoughts, but it is easy to guess. After all, except for her, everyone in the group is a psychological expert who can see through people's hearts at a glance.

Jack felt that Penelope Garcia was likely to be the most popular one in the group in the future. With her cheerful personality, she quickly got along with everyone, except of course the oldest Rosie and the one who always had a poker face. Aaron Hotchner.

But what is very surprising is that among the three newcomers, the first one to interact with Jack was the unsmiling Hotchner.

First at the FBI indoor shooting range, this day Jack dragged the reluctant Red to practice shooting.

"As you said, once my wrist is stable enough, hitting the target will be just a simple ballistic calculation problem. My calculation ability is innate, why do I need to practice every day? A lot of my reading time is taken up every day. "

Red was dissatisfied with Jack's forced practice on him every day.

"Because we need to maintain muscle memory." Jack didn't talk nonsense to him. He put on his headphones and stood in the shooting position seemingly casually.

Rhett thought he was going to perform that magical blind shooting again, but he suddenly drew his gun and shouted, "FBI, put down your weapon."

What followed was a continuous sound of gunfire, and the magazine was emptied in less than 3 seconds. Then, with a press of the thumb, the magazine slipped. The other hand was already holding a magazine waiting, and the reloading was completed with a click. Reload.

The sound of gunfire continued. The moment the second magazine was emptied, the Glock was handed from his right hand to his left hand. Then he pulled out the FK7.5 from the holster under his arm, and the deafening sound of gunfire rang out again.

As the motor sounded, the target paper was delivered to the two of them. The 15-meter half-body target had two black holes in its head and heart, but not a single bullet hole in other places.

"Do you see clearly?" Jack picked up the target paper and looked at Rhett through the black hole in his head.

"We are dealing with extremely brutal criminals. Even at the last moment, we must be prepared to fight to the death."

"If I were a perverted serial killer and I met you on the same road, how do you think I should be killed?"

Jack grinned, making a ferocious smile, and gradually approached Red, scaring him so much that he swallowed involuntarily, took half a step back, and bumped into Hotchner, who was watching the show.

"This will give Dr. Red nightmares at night."

Hotchner stretched out his hand to help Red, with a serious expression on his face that made it unclear whether he was joking or seriously trying to persuade Jack.

He reached out to take the target paper, looked at it carefully for a long time, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "Jack, are you really from the LAPD and not SWAT? I have never seen this kind of marksmanship in the operations office or the FBI's SWAT."

"If it were me, I could only pray that there would be a SWAT team behind me when I met you. Are your requirements for Dr. Red too high?"

As Jack gathered his two pistols, he called his attention to Red's odd wooden holster hanging loosely on his waist.

"You know why I didn't correct the way Red carried his gun?"

Hotchner pondered for a moment, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a slight arc, which was really hard to spot without looking carefully.

"You wish to give him a false impression?"

Jack nodded, "Yes, his appearance is very deceptive. This is the best disguise. No one will regard him as the primary threat."

Hotchner also nodded, expressing understanding, and then stood aside silently.

Jack drove Red to gun practice and cleaned the two sidearms himself. After he reassembled the pistol, he began to use the loader to fill the magazine.

Seeing Hotchner still standing there with a frown on his face, as if he was making a difficult decision, he couldn't help but smile on his face.

"Is there something wrong that Rosie asked you to find me?"

As a local, and having worked as a patrol officer in the Wilshire District for a year, Jack is no longer the stupid young man who had to help Hannah and Zoe when renting an apartment.

Although he doesn't like to have a bunch of informants, he patrols the streets every day, and the downtown area of ​​Los Angeles is quite familiar.

Except for Rhett, who was barely half-local, Jack helped to some extent when the other team members moved to Los Angeles, whether it was renting an apartment or moving.

Even for small things like hiring a cleaner or applying for a parking space, sometimes handing over a piece of paper with your phone number can save people a lot of effort.

Hotchner hesitated before speaking with some difficulty, "My wife, Hallie, is 8 months pregnant. She was diagnosed with preeclampsia before. Although it is relatively stable, I am very worried about her recent blood sugar levels. But on the insurance company’s side.”

"I understand, your specialist hasn't figured it out yet, right? I'll contact my friends at the central hospital right now."

Jack interrupted what he was going to say next, took out his mobile phone and dialed Jia Lisi's number, and quickly helped contact a hospital bed so that Hotchner's wife could be admitted to the hospital for examination tomorrow.

At noon the next day, Jack baked some delicious cakes and came to the FBI building. He went to the 12th floor first, found Hannah who had just returned from a business trip, and gave her a small gift.

Compared with the BAU team, which has just arrived and has not yet begun to "open for business", the FBI Los Angeles office is much busier. The fax machine is squeaking, the phone is ringing constantly, and Hannah is writing a report on the computer with a frown on her face.

When she saw Jack, she scratched her messy hair, looking pitiful and on the verge of tears. She could only spread her hands to show that she was helpless.

Without disturbing the sweet girl for too long, Jack ignored the curious whispers of Hannah's FBI colleagues, asked for a sweet kiss, and left.

Instead of going to the BAU level upstairs, he returned to the garage, restarted the Firebird, and headed to the central hospital.

The Central Hospital was as busy as ever. Jack first found Dr. Jialisi and presented him with a basket of small cakes to express his gratitude.

Jia Lisi looked like she was intoxicated in love and her face was radiant. It seemed that she was indeed close to something good with John.

People have come to life. Sorry, I will update one chapter first. I will continue coding after dinner and try to make up for it before 12 o'clock.