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

Because he had a roof over his head, Jack squinted for a while before Isabel went to bed. Although it was okay not to sleep, but considering that he was going to cross the border tomorrow, there was no need to go to such an extreme.

When he woke up, he found a round face with baby fat pressed against his cheek. He was sleeping soundly, and his hot breath was blowing against his eyelashes, making him feel itchy.

Tsk, the little girl is really unreliable. She helped to keep watch all night but fell asleep. He turned on his phone and took a look. He had slept for almost three hours and his energy was almost restored.

Feeling a little cool moisture on his cheeks, Jack sighed silently. He had been PUAing the little girl for the past two days just so that she could listen to her words in the future and save the old Hunter couple some worries in the future. After all, the old man was old and could not I don’t have much experience educating rebellious teenagers.

Yes, the guardians he found for Isabel were none other than the childless Detective Hunter and Aunt Didi.

Unexpectedly, the effect was a little too much, and the little girl immediately started to have sex. It would take a bad guy, tsk tsk, I don’t dare to think about it.

Jack covered Isabel with the thermal blanket, lit the last cigar himself, sat outside the house to keep vigil, plugged in the power bank for his mobile phone, and read slowly.

Justin sent him a bunch of messages, all of which were about asking for advice on various writing techniques for bosses. She just sent one message as soon as she thought of it, and she had accumulated forty or fifty messages. Just now, as soon as she turned on her phone, the message screen was flooded with messages. .

Hearing Isabel, who had just been pretending to sleep in the room, start to snore slightly, Jack's mouth curved. Although Justin is over 30 years old, his mentality is similar to this little guy.

When we get back, we can introduce the two of them to each other. Maybe in the future, Justin will have another best friend besides Garcia.

The night was long and idle, and the power bank was fully charged. Jack slowly looked through the messages and replied to them one by one. He now valued Justin very much.

First of all, this eldest sister is really pitiful. There are not many people who can really communicate with her. And he is not a person who talks too much, but he is very used to communicating with people through text. In his previous life, he bickered with people online and typed on the keyboard all day long. Not even tired.

When Justin liked to use emojis before, it gave him an unexpected sense of familiarity. The two of them chatted often, and gradually became more and more understanding.

Secondly, Justin is really useful. Jack killed a Mexican policeman who was transporting drugs at the tunnel entrance. Later, when using his police car, he randomly picked up a family photo of the other party.

Later, at Alarcon's villa, he stuffed the photo into the maid's apron pocket and left it with Chris and Braxton, who came later.

After Justin got the photo from Chris, he checked the Mexican policeman's information and confirmed that he was just an ordinary policeman who was forced to transport drugs and had no other bad deeds, so he forwarded the information to Jack.

Considering the actual situation in Mexico, although Jack didn't think there was anything wrong with shooting at the time, it was because his shot shattered an ordinary family, so he wanted to make some compensation.

However, before he could speak, Justin told him that he had gone around in a big circle, and finally gave the orphan and widower a financial aid through a local Catholic church. The money was not much, but it was enough to support the child who likes to play football. Little boys get the education they deserve before they reach adulthood.

Aren’t such hacker friends better than those AI or artificially retarded ones?

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The next afternoon, Jack stopped a car on the road leading to the small town of Reynosa, paid $50, and took a ride into Reynosa.

This was one of the routes he had discussed with Cordell Walker before. The territory here belonged to neither the Matamoros Gang nor the Reyes Gang. The person doing the smuggling business here was a little-known smuggler, even DU dealers are not involved.

Cordell Walker has long mastered their smuggling route. What Jack has to do now is to follow the smugglers across the border from a distance after dark.

I found a second-hand clothing store, changed Isabel into a hoodie, rolled up her long hair and stuffed it into a hat. At first glance, she looked like a handsome little boy.

Then he spent $800 on a broken car at a car dealership. After nightfall, he parked it on a remote road, turned off the engine and waited quietly.

In the early hours of the morning, a dilapidated bus bumped along the bumpy dirt road. Jack waited for a long time before starting the car and keeping up with the faint taillight in the distance.

After driving in the dark for 20 minutes, he saw the bus stop in the distance. Jack turned the steering wheel and the old car turned directly into the bushes on the roadside.

Opening the car door, he stuffed the mobile phone, two pistols and the magazines into a waterproof bag, hung it on Isabel's chest, told her to protect these things, turned around and picked her up, jumping like an agile leopard. Into the woods.

The Mexican stowaways in the bus ahead had already got off the bus. Under the leadership of a young man, more than a dozen people walked along the path for another half an hour before arriving at the bank of the Rio Grande.

Thanks to the water conservancy projects upstream, and the fact that this place is close to the Gulf of Mexico, what really hinders people from crossing the river is not the rapid water, but the silt at the bottom of the river.

The moonlight was good tonight, and the clear river water shone with sparkling waves in the moonlight. Jack lay on the bank of the river, unblinking as he watched the stowaways wading across the half-deep river.

There was no rush after confirming the location. After these people had finished walking, he waited for another half an hour before carrying Isabel on his back again and crossed the river one foot deep and one foot shallow.

After crossing the Rio Grande, they set foot on American soil again. Jack did not put the little girl down, but continued to carry her on his back. He ran quickly through the woods and along a trampled road. The path came out until it reached the main road, and then it stopped.

The police lights ahead flashed, and a box truck was stopped on the side of the road. Several federal border police police cars surrounded it, catching the stowaways just now.

Jack took out the mobile phone from the waterproof bag around Isabel's neck, changed the phone card, and called Walker. Not long after, a pickup truck with the "Texas Ranger" logo stopped on the side of the road with its police lights flashing.

"Welcome back!" Walker, wearing a cowboy hat, waved to the two people who were revealed behind the tree.

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"Go to New York? Why?" Jack was shocked by Rosie's words.

Now that time has come a week later, the BAU team quickly found out the ins and outs of the supermarket bombing, a fundamentalist cult in New Jersey. The rest was handed over to other departments. Dealing with terrorists is not their strong point.

The old Hunter couple successfully became Isabel's guardians. They were overjoyed for this smart and cute little girl, which made up for their regrets over the years.

Jack said that he could pick up a ready-made and thoughtful little cotton-padded jacket without having to poop or pee. He didn’t know where to find such a good thing, but Hannah was a little jealous.

Interestingly, Hannah is not jealous of Jack, but of Didi. She feels that dear Aunt Didi has obviously become partial after having Isabel. She is obviously the little pumpkin that the two old people love most.

Jack wouldn't interfere with this kind of thing. Hannah was just crazy. He was too busy cleaning up the mess before it was too late.

The small building that was destroyed by the bombing was torn down and was ready to be rebuilt, but Jack no longer planned to live in it. This scumbag who liked the new and disliked the old had already begun to think about how to toss the newly acquired small farm.

After spending a large sum of money to transplant the fruit trees in the backyard to the farm, Jack lost himself in the design drawings.

I have no choice. I have never been a small landowner in my two lifetimes. I really don’t have much experience. I have too many ideas in my mind. I wish I could add rockeries and running water and turn it into a Soviet-style garden.

Fortunately, his already bottomed out money bag prevented his delusions. The little money he had now was barely enough to rebuild his original house. As for completely renovating the small farm, that was purely wishful thinking.

Although Hannah didn't mind spending the money for him, Jack thought twice and reluctantly refused. After all, freedom is precious, and marrying after the age of thirty is the bottom line and cannot be shaken.

As a result, it happened that at this time, Rossi gave him such a "surprise".

"Are they planning to use Jack as a scapegoat?"

"It's too much. This happened because of me, and I am willing to take all responsibility."

Looking at the resentful Jie Jie and the angry Emily, Rosie rubbed his brows with a headache.

"Jack is still from the BAU. This is just an ordinary assignment, a secondment! It can only last for two years at most, or maybe only one year if it's faster. And the New York office has promised that he can be transferred back to assist us at any time if we need it."

Rosie explained earnestly, but Jack only expressed surprise at why the others' reactions were bigger than the last. Before talking to them, he had finally convinced Hotchner, and now he had to do it again.

"A high-level CIA agent died and another was seriously injured. Jack left the team without permission before. Although there is a more reasonable explanation, there must be an explanation for this matter."

Rossi was also helpless. Although the previous operation failed, the CIA basically took the blame due to the concerted efforts of other departments to make matters worse.

On the contrary, because of Jack's performance in turning the tide, and the subsequent change in the direction of the situation, the FBI gained face and received attention in domestic counter-terrorism. It was a win-win, referred to as a win-win.