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

Of course, he didn't need to worry about this kind of safety issue. The two of them cleaned the attic of Hannah's house, then went back to Jack's house together, packed some food, and chatted while eating at the dining table.

Chris, who comes from a military family, is very adaptable in terms of diet. Even if the quality of Jack's steak is not high, he can still eat it with gusto.

"Are you short of money?"

Chris' words stunned Jack, and he followed his gaze to the small old refrigerator in the kitchen. The slightly old refrigerator seemed a little out of place with the newly renovated kitchen.

"Ah, fortunately, the income of the patrol officer can meet my daily needs. My daily expenses are not large, but I just recently bought this house with a loan, and my money is a bit tight. These old electrical appliances need to be replaced slowly. I don't like to owe money." Too many bills.”

Jack suddenly remembered his treasure, found a USB flash drive and handed it to him.

"There are 30 Bitcoins here. Please help me deal with it after the two-year increase is almost over. I will join the FBI soon. I don't want to be found out by them financially."

Chris was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously took the USB flash drive with a constipated expression.

The current price of a Bitcoin is only six to seven thousand dollars. Seeing Jack's serious look makes him feel uncomfortable when he often handles cash flow on the basis of hundreds of millions of dollars.

"Don't look like this, I have entrusted all my wealth to you."

Jack is poor now, but he is full of confidence. If he didn't want to attract too much attention, with his current master-level healing skills, let alone treating those rich people to make money, it is more than enough to organize a cult. In terms of material needs It has become less urgent.

"You don't want to take my money. The trading company has just started operating. It doesn't make sense to pay dividends now. So if it's IRS money, do you mind?"

Chris was a little blind. The contrast between the mystery that Jack showed before and the life he showed now was too big. He thought for a while and made a suggestion.

Jack's eyes suddenly lit up. His calm demeanor was immediately replaced by a philistine look. Who wouldn't want a reasonable and legal income? If there is any department in the United States that can shut up even the FBI, the IRS would definitely do it. is one of them.

"My friend in the IRS has been in some trouble recently, and he happens to have some contacts with LA. I can ask him to come to you for help."

Jack was a little confused: "How can I, an ordinary patrol officer, help the IRS? Besides, why should the IRS give me money? They have many ways to require the LAPD to cooperate unconditionally."

Chris didn't say anything more, obviously he was fully confident on this matter.

"You will find out after my friend in the IRS contacts you. As a supervisor, he still has this power."

Jack nodded, expressing understanding, and then he proposed to investigate the matter of the Kleiner Foundation. Now is the right time. This criminal group is about to temporarily lose official support. If they don't take action at this time, things will get worse when they hook up with another congressman. It can get complicated and dangerous.

Chris said that the results would be given as soon as possible, so he said goodbye and left. His problem was basically solved, and he thought about his closest partner Justine and hoped that she could also get treatment as soon as possible.

A week later, Jack received a mysterious phone call as he was about to get off work.

"Jack Tavole? He said I could trust you completely."

Hearing the somewhat old voice on the phone, Jack was slightly startled, and then realized that he was referring to Chris.

"Yes, that's right."

"I have a problem at hand and I need your help. I hope we can meet in private. You can set the time and place, but preferably today."

"Uh" Jack looked at the time, it was just 6 o'clock.

"How about... just at my house? At 8:30 in the evening, let's talk while eating."

Anyway, it is very easy for the IRS to check his information. It is better to be generous and generous, which will also help build mutual trust.

"I heard that you are also a good cook. I am looking forward to tasting your cooking."

Sure enough, the other party had already checked him out. Jack curled his lips and drove to the Wegmans supermarket. The God of Wealth must be well served, so he decided to cook an expensive French meal to show his respect.

In the evening, Jack was busy in the kitchen while video chatting with Hannah. The sweet girl had been detained in Quantico for nearly three months. The training life was very hard, but she still insisted on talking to him for a while before going to bed every night.

Unknowingly, after being separated for such a long time, Jack felt that his relationship with her was getting closer. This little girl dared to say anything nasty in the video because he could not reach her. At this time, the two of them were talking about her. Archenemy Tyler Kelly.

"That little cousin really hasn't come to seduce you recently?" Hannah looked unbelieving.

"Maybe she gave up? It's been almost two months. I haven't seen her since the New Year's dinner. You know, I don't even have a TV at home, let alone follow Channel 8 News."

"She must be brewing some conspiracy. I know her too well. She will never give up easily."

Hannah seemed very resentful.

"If you didn't mention it, I forgot to ask, how much hatred does that guy have against you?"

Jack eats melon regardless of people, and the more people around him, the more he will not let go. In the past two days, Angela and Wesley had a big quarrel because the ugly daughter-in-law wanted to see her mother-in-law, so he just grabbed a handful of popcorn and ate it. Enjoyed it.

"She stole my crown at the prom because I didn't have a best man!"

ah! As expected, there was such a great hatred, and Jack immediately joined his girlfriend in verbally criticizing her enemies. At this time, his stance must be firm.

Hannah was still angry when she thought about the past, and soon started acting coquettishly towards Jack again.

"Dear Jack, you must help me get revenge on her."

"How to retaliate against her? You come up with the idea and I will execute it. We must let her see how powerful we are."

Jack poured the prepared sour plum sauce and dry red wine over the fried foie gras and placed it in an infrared incubator to keep it warm. He kept talking and coaxed the little sweet girl to play.

Seeing his perfunctory look, Hannah pouted to express her dissatisfaction. Then she rolled her eyes and her voice became sweeter.

"Why don't you let her fall in love with you, wait until she makes it known to everyone, and then accompany me to the high school party, and then we will humiliate her together."

Jack's forehead is covered with black lines. What kind of third-rate American youth drama routine is this?

Shaking off the goosebumps all over his body, Jack angrily tapped the camera position of his phone with a spoon.

"I think you've been away from home for too long. Speak to me properly. This voice doesn't sound like you at all. If you keep doing this, I'll go and have a good chat with Mrs. Anderson."

The Mrs. Anderson in Jack's mouth is Zoe's mother, Hannah's aunt. She is the only person in the Anderson family who can cure Hannah except Zoe. The previous strength has long since disappeared.

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