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

Thinking of the upcoming good things for Grace and John, Jack suddenly thought of Zoe and Maureen's wedding. During their last date, the two ladies kept hinting to him that they wanted a special wedding gift.

I don’t know how special it is to be considered special. Can I just pack myself into a gift box? This kind of little fling between lovers takes the most brains. Although Jack can't be called a straight man, he doesn't have many brain cells in this area.

Rubbing his head with a headache, he took the elevator to the fifth floor and found Hotchner. His wife Hallie had completed the examination and was in good condition. She would be under observation for one night and would be discharged from the hospital tomorrow.

Jack asked him to pass a small box of snacks, "This is a kind of... uh... my homemade tiramisu."

Hotchner looked at the cold cake with a layer of vanilla powder and osmanthus sprinkled on it in confusion, with a question mark on his face.

"I used lotus root powder as the raw material. Although it has a sweet taste, even pregnant women who are worried about blood sugar problems can taste it with confidence."

Seeing Hotchner's eyes widening as if he didn't understand, Jack spent a few more minutes teaching him what lotus root is and why lotus root powder is delicious and nutritious.

Seeing that he looked half-comprehensive, Jack could only resort to a trick and ask him to go back to the 'universal encyclopedia' Dr. Reed to find out more.

Although many ingredients can now be purchased in Huachao, the peony-chewing guys like Lao Mei can't even eat a bamboo shoot, let alone a lotus root.

As a Jiangnan native, red water chestnut, lotus seeds, chicken head and rice are indispensable delicacies in his childhood memories.

Afterwards, the two of them walked out of the hospital while chatting and turned into a Starbucks not far away.

Hotchner was very curious about Jack's experience, especially the marksmanship shown on the shooting range, which made him feel inferior to the self-proclaimed sharpshooter.

Jack didn't know how much Rossi told him. He only knew that although Hotchner was a public prosecutor, he joined the FBI very early.

He worked for Rossi for a period of time, and later went to the FBI's SWAT and the FBI operations office in Seattle.

So Jack could only choose some cases in the LAPD to talk about. Fortunately, everyone was an old fox who had become a prostitute, but after half a cup of coffee, they both had a clear understanding of each other's position in the BAU.

The Starbucks next to the hospital is located under a shopping mall. It has just arrived in the afternoon, and the parking lot is full of various pickup trucks and SUVs. Old Americans like to take their whole family out for shopping on weekends, and they can buy them for a week or even two. Weekly food.

Thinking about his date with the two ladies in the evening, Jack had no intention of having a too in-depth chat with the BAU director. It was one thing to go along with the flow and do a favor, but he was too warm-hearted and could easily be regarded as flattery.

With the excuse of rushing home to water the plants and fertilize, Jack quickly said goodbye to Hotchner. He was holding the half-drunk cup of coffee in his left hand. He had just stepped out of the automatic door of Starbucks when a gunshot rang out, fifty or sixty meters away. , a large piece of floor-to-ceiling glass on the ground floor of the shopping mall shattered.

He shrunk in fear, pulled out the Glock from his waist, and found the front of a nearby SUV as cover.

Then there was gunfire.

"Da da da da da da"

The sound of continuous bursts of automatic rifle fire could be heard. Immediately afterwards, the door of the shopping mall, which was originally crowded with people, seemed to explode, and the crowd began to swarm out.

Seeing some old, weak women and children whose legs and feet were not flexible enough to be pushed to the ground, and then trampled over by the crowd, Jack felt his scalp numb, and his adrenaline began to surge.

Crying and screaming were mixed together, and some smart people had already started to start their vehicles, trying to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible amidst the harsh sound of tire friction.

"What happened?" Hotchner rushed out of the coffee shop, also drew his pistol, and leaned next to Jack nervously, looking at the mall door where people were pouring out.

"I don't know. It sounded like an AR-15 with a modified gun stock. The gunman should be on the first floor of the mall, but he can't be seen from here."

Jack observed the surrounding situation as he spoke.

At this time, the crowd rushing out of the shopping mall had already dispersed. Some people who had fallen down, were injured, or were too frightened to run, squatted down with their heads in their hands, or simply lay on the ground, protecting their heads with their arms.

It has to be said that in response to shootings, the first reaction of the people of the United States is still very standard.

Jack bent down and ran a few steps quickly, and moved to the front of another SUV. The angle here was facing the mall gate, so he could see the inside situation more clearly.

A figure wrapped in Kevlar and wearing a khaki tactical vest appeared behind the door.

This guy still has a level 4 bulletproof helmet on his head, a Benelli M4 shotgun on his back, and an AR-15 in his right hand. At this moment, he is using the pistol in his left hand to name the injured on the ground one by one.

The trouble was serious. Jack looked at the Glock 22 in his hand. Compared with this heavily armed guy, it seemed to be no different from a water gun.

At this time, Hotchner had already finished calling the police on his mobile phone, bent down to follow Jack, and took a look at the situation inside the mall, and his face turned black.

"Bang, bang." The gunman recharged his gun at the groaning wounded on the ground, threw away the empty pistol, reloaded the AR-15 in his hand, and walked towards the door. It seemed that he was eyeing the door. Those nearby.

"Help cover." Seeing that this guy was going to start killing people as soon as he walked out of the door, Jack didn't dare to delay any longer and handed his hand to Hotchner.

"What are you going to do?" Hotchner couldn't help but was stunned and subconsciously took Jack's gun.

Jack took out the FK7.5 under his arm, flashed it at him, and whispered, "Attract his attention and buy me a second."

Hotchner swallowed subconsciously and his voice was dry.

"you sure?"

"Not sure. Do you have any better ideas?" Jack was confused. After all, master-level pistol shooting only increased accuracy without armor penetration or damage.

"Don't force it, just attract attention."

When he thought that his future boss's wife was still lying in the hospital with a pregnant belly, Jack was a little panicked and quickly gave some more advice.

This FLAG is a bit ominous. He doesn't want to change his boss when he first joins the BAU. Although he has always been a regular character in "Criminal Minds" in his mind, this sudden situation doesn't look like the original plot.

Jack bent down and ran a few steps forward to the right, and came to the back of a pickup truck. He was now closest to the mall gate, about thirty or forty meters away, and Hotchner was behind him on the left.

The two of them were at an angle of about 30 degrees, facing the gunman who had already walked out of the mall gate.

"Your cup!"

Hearing Hotchner's soft call behind him, Jack realized that his left hand had been unconsciously holding the half cup of coffee.

Damn it, this AC was installed today. The corners of Jack's eyes twitched slightly, and he smiled at Hotchner seemingly calmly. He put down the disposable paper cup in his hand, made an OK gesture to him, and then changed to holding the gun with both hands. .

Hotchner almost bit his lip until it bled. After hesitating for a moment, he saw that the gunman had pointed his gun at a middle-aged woman who was protecting her child, and suddenly let out a roar.

"FXXK YOU, FBI!"

While roaring, he directly put his two arms on the front hood of the SUV, and pulled the triggers of the Glocks with his left and right hands at the same time.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang."

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