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

There are still five days before Christmas. Today, Angela doesn't have to sit in the office and patrols the streets with Jack.

In view of the fact that Angela and Wesley's relationship is still in a Schrödinger state recently, Jack doesn't want to offend this eldest sister, otherwise she might drag her to the bar to drink and complain after work. His super luxurious kitchen is almost completed. I was still thinking about whether I could get the hot stove ready before Christmas, so I decided to rely on it for the Christmas dinner.

The two were silent in the car for a long time. Finally, Angela couldn't help but wanted to speak, but was interrupted by a call from the command center.

"Police car 7-A-26, located at Mrs. Megan's Psychic Studio, triggered the silent alarm. The situation is urgent. Sound the siren to clear the way."

Jack glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that there was no car behind him. He lightly applied the brakes and turned the steering wheel. With a beautiful drift, he turned the car around. At the same time, he sounded the siren and rushed towards the location displayed on the police computer.

Five minutes later, the two got out of the car and walked into a uniquely decorated store. Angela opened the door and heard the fierce quarrel between men and women inside. She pulled out her Glock and Jack also pulled out his gun.

The outside of the shop was set up as a waiting room, which was empty, and the inside was a studio. The two men were walking forward with guns on guard. When they entered the inside, they saw a middle-aged white man with an excited expression, holding a crystal ball in his hand and preparing to throw it at the shop. Woman on the ground.

"Answer me, tell me right away, how the hell do you know?!"

Seeing the middle-aged white man's excited expression, Angela pointed the gun at him and shouted a warning: "LAPD, throw away what you are holding."

The woman lying on the ground had exquisite makeup and exotic clothes. In Jack's opinion, she looked more like a stripper than a psychic.

She quickly stretched out her hand to try to stop the middle-aged white man's movements: "Can you tell him not to throw it and put it down gently?"

"This crystal ball is worth $900."

Angela tilted her head and signaled to the middle-aged white man: "You heard me, move slower and be a gentleman."

The middle-aged white man in a high-end suit was very sensible. When he saw two pistols pointed at him, he carefully placed the crystal ball back on the velvet-covered table.

Angela put away her pistol and stepped forward to control him.

"Turn around and face the wall."

Jack pulled up the fallen woman and asked, "Ma'am, are you okay?"

The woman stood up and looked at Jack, her eyes suddenly lit up, and her voice, which was originally a bit sharp due to fright, suddenly became lower and became a little more charming.

"I'm okay. I was reading this lunatic's mind just now, and this guy suddenly went crazy."

The middle-aged white man quickly interrupted her.

"Don't say a word. You and I have a psychic consultation confidentiality agreement."

The female medium turned to look at him, as if looking at an idiot.

"There's no such agreement, you asshole."

Angela found the wallet from the guy, opened it and looked at the documents inside.

Jack continued to ask the female psychic: "What specifically did you say that made him use force to you?"

The female medium continued to look at Jack, her eyes moving, like a little girl who was just starting to fall in love.

"He and I were talking about relationships and I said I saw a scene of him in the woods with a beautiful girl, and then he started yelling at me like he was crazy."

Angela and Jack looked at each other, each finding a lottery-winning surprise in each other's eyes.

"So, sir, can you tell me the reason why her words just touched on your private matters? Did you do something to a certain woman in the woods recently?"

"No, this is all a misunderstanding." The middle-aged white man began to argue in a panic.

Angela was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so she directly turned on the intercom and contacted the command center.

"Command Center, look up a name for me, Randy L. Fisher."

The command center responded almost instantly: "Police car 7-A-26, please note that the suspect's wife was reported missing six weeks ago."

The female psychic on the side was immediately stunned: "Oh my God, I was actually just making it up. I didn't see anything."

"Are you just making it up? How is that possible?" The middle-aged white man's face was filled with disbelief.

Angela had already taken out the handcuffs and cuffed him.

The female psychic was still talking: "Do you think a real psychic would receive customers in such a musty-smelling shop?"

Then she turned to look at Jack with a coquettish look on her face, and slowly moved her body closer: "Speaking of which, a picture really appeared in front of me. The two of us will be in my room tonight."

Jack was so frightened that he quickly took two steps back, opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer, so he ran away.

I don’t know if the police uniform has an added lethality to someone’s handsome face. It’s not like I haven’t encountered someone who took the initiative before on duty, and some even stuffed his phone number into his pocket, but people like this female psychic are so direct. This is the first time I've been invited.

Angela escorted the suspect into the back seat of the police car as if she was used to it. She was already used to her partner's ability to attract bees and butterflies. When Hannah and Jack were patrolling together before, she often saw them together. I was stopped by some so-called talent scouts and stuffed with a bunch of business cards after all kinds of extravagant promises.

After taking the suspect into the police station and completing the formalities, the detective who took over the case was naturally responsible for this guy. The two of them returned to the police car and prepared to get back on the road.

As a result, just after reporting the status to the command center, a new task was sent. John and Nila Harper found a strangled male body in the bathroom of the Seventh Street Bus Terminal, and they needed to rush to the scene for support. .

The so-called support usually means going over to help set up a cordon and maintain order, and then wait for the police detectives or the relevant departments assigned to the case, such as the Robbery and Murder Division or even the FBI.

But something seemed a little unusual today. Before the four people finished pulling up the security tape and chatted for a few words, a large number of black cars with various markings arrived. Not only did they include detectives from the Major Crime Unit and the Metropolitan Division, but also Jack I saw the FBI, DHS (Department of Homeland Security) and even white buses with CDC (Centers for Disease Control and Prevention) logos.

Just when everyone felt bad, a large group of guys who covered themselves tightly got off the CDC bus and quickly blocked the entire bus terminal.

John murmured to himself: "This battle is a bit big."

Everyone present felt that something was wrong.

Zoe led a group of people to the four of them. The blond middle-aged woman standing next to her had a very similar temperament to John's ex-girlfriend and current ambiguous girlfriend Jia Lisi.

Zoe looked nervous. She was clearly talking to John and Nila Harper, but her eyes glanced at Jack beside her intentionally or unintentionally.

"Hey, did either of you two touch the body."

Nila Harper pointed to John: "He made contact and checked the wallet on the body with rubber gloves."

Jack and Angela both raised their hands: "We only looked at the body at the door."

Time flies so fast. It’s been almost a month since I uploaded this novel. Please don’t complain about my update volume. Now my full-time writing is only 4K per day, and occasionally I can do a little more. Previously, I spent four hours due to lags in the plot and sleep problems. I have 50,000 words of manuscripts saved, which is more than half of what I have saved. I have been working hard to recover in the past two days.

As a result, yesterday the editor suggested that I put it on the shelves around May 1st. I suddenly felt like I was going to lose my hair. I tried my best to save some manuscripts and try to get a few more chapters on the shelves. I also ask for your forgiveness, book friends. I am really a newbie coding this plot. I’m thinking big, and I’m going to make up for some old dramas that I’m not very impressed with.

Everyone sees my writing attitude, and it should be considered quite serious. I hope everyone will keep reading before it goes on the shelves. I still want to see if I can read it in Sanjiang just in case. After all, that means before it goes on the shelves. Having enough collections will ensure that I can make ends meet at the starting point.

Interested book friends can help promote this book. I haven’t paid any votes, so I can only ask everyone. Thank you very much!