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

Mejia felt that the effects of his anesthesia might not have worn off yet, and he was hallucinating before his eyes. As an IRS investigator, he had received strict shooting and fighting training, but at this moment, he was facing a seemingly huge difference in physical fitness in this fight. It is impossible to understand even if you have never seen it.

The bald man was ugly and ferocious, with a burly build and gnarled muscles. The LAPD boy opposite him, who looked handsome and handsome, and even had a somewhat bookish temperament, was obviously a size smaller although he was close in height.

Although the room was large, there were five stainless steel dissecting tables in the middle. The actual space was extremely narrow. If it were Mecia himself, it would be absolutely impossible for him to put down his pistol and choose hand-to-hand combat, because this would make the smaller LAPD boy lose his only Flexible dodge advantage.

In fact, he didn't have any intention to dodge. The bald man seemed to be burly, but he punched extremely fast. A fierce jab came out at lightning speed, but the LAPD kid actually didn't dodge. Respond with a jab in the same motion.

The fists collided in front of the two of them, and Mecia even clearly heard the crisp sound of fractures, but to his complete surprise, it was the bald man who screamed.

His right hand could no longer make a fist and was in the shape of a chicken claw that could not be closed. Just when Mecia was wondering if the LADP boy had secretly put on something like a finger tiger, the fierce bald man gritted his teeth and swung his left fist. This was a strike. Remember to swing the punch, targeting the opponent's right ear cartilage.

If a normal person were to receive such a blow, a severe concussion would instantly render the target incapacitated. The LAPD boy still made no dodge action. He also punched with his left hand, striking first and hitting the inner side of the bald man's forearm.

There was another crisp sound of fracture, and the bald man's forearm deformed instantly, and the changed direction of his left fist weakly rubbed against the opponent's cheek.

Facing the bald man who was crouching and wailing with his hands useless, Jack, who was only bleeding from the corner of his mouth, smiled slightly: "It's my turn."

Then there was a series of indistinguishable combo sounds. Jack replicated the previous consecutive moves of the female killer. The bald man was unable to block at all. He was punched continuously in the lower abdomen, midsection, and chest, and with the final click, , the jaw made an overwhelming cracking sound, and collapsed to the ground like mud.

The depression in Jack's chest dissipated a lot. He leaned over and used plastic ties to tie the hands and feet of the bald man who was bent in pain. Then he came to Mecia and stretched out his hands to help him up.

"Can you still move?"

Mecia smiled bitterly, "I can't move at all. Are all of you LADP monsters like you?"

When Jack came closer, he confirmed that there was no sign of a tiger. This young man with a harmless baby face had just knocked down his opponent with a pair of physical fists.

At this time, there were messy footsteps in the corridor, accompanied by John's shout.

"Jack?"

"Safe! The suspect has been subdued."

Jack loudly indicated his position.

A group of LAPD patrol officers rushed into the autopsy room. John, who was leading the way, put away his gun and stared at the bald man who was still wailing. His eyes widened. This guy had a broken mandible and couldn't wailing. He could only fall to the ground and groan. Drooling all over the floor.

"Are you okay?"

Jack wiped the corners of his mouth and smiled evilly, "I think I need Jia LiSi to help introduce a gentler female nurse."

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"Thank you very much, Officer Jake Tavole, and on behalf of the IRS, thank you for everything you do."

The skinny old man Ray King walked out of the ward with a note in his hand and took the initiative to shake hands with Jack who was waiting at the door.

"It's my pleasure, Director Jin."

For the sake of the "huge" bonus, Jack didn't mind saying a few more good words.

His eyes glanced at the note in Ray Jin's hand, and he asked one more question in a low voice.

"Is everything going well?"

Ray King smiled and nodded: "It went very smoothly. It turns out that Alejandro Mejia is an excellent agent who is loyal and reliable."

"He intercepted nearly 50 million illegal funds, and now these cryptocurrencies belong to the IRS." The old man added in a low voice.

"So much, that's not"

Jack's eyes lit up. This old man was a very particular person. He didn't hide anything. He was indeed worth getting to know.

"You know, cryptocurrency prices have been going up lately."

Ray King winked. The expression on his wrinkled old face seemed a bit funny, but it was obvious that he was in a very good mood at the moment.

"The IRS will indicate the source of your bonus. In addition, my previous invitation is still valid. Mecia is very impressed by your skills."

Jack smiled apologetically. The IRS was indeed awesome and could be considered the top of the police system in the United States, but he really had no interest in taxing arms. In comparison, the cases faced by the FBI's BAU team were even more disturbing. He is interested, after all, the experience given by the system is the most convincing.

Of course, the relationship with the God of Wealth still needs to be well established.

Just as they were about to open their mouth to explain a few more words, a strange voice suddenly came from behind the two of them.

"Old guy, this child has been booked by me, so don't think about it."

Jack looked back and saw a middle-aged white man in his early 50s, elegant and scholarly, walking quickly towards the two of them together with Maureen.

"David Rossi!"

Ray King strode forward and hugged the middle-aged white man tightly.

"David, I really didn't expect to meet you here. Aren't you busy writing books and giving lectures across the country?"

The middle-aged white man has a neatly groomed beard, some white hair on the sideburns, and the hair on his forehead is all combed up with hair oil, giving him the kind of old-fashioned and retro hairstyle.

"There has been some trouble at the BAU recently, and they found me again."

As he spoke, a middle-aged man named David Rossi looked at Jack standing aside with a smile. "Officer Jack Tavole?"

"Yes, sir." Jack's heart tightened as he met the same pair of brown-black eyes.

He didn't know how to describe this kind of look. It was deep, wise, and melancholy. It seemed that it could reach straight into a person's heart and see through all the privacy.

Jack hasn't experienced this feeling for a long time. It seems a bit like the first time he met Maureen. But as a psychiatrist, Maureen is extremely approachable and can easily give people a sense of trust. The aura of this David Rossi completely different.

Of course, this is just a feeling. Now that Jack has proficient psychological skills, he is no longer the rookie who was afraid of seeing a psychiatrist. Now he reaches out with an extremely respectful and humble junior attitude.

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Rossi."

Of course, he didn't forget to say hello to Maureen: "Long time no see, Professor Cahill."

David Rossi did not let go of Jack's hand immediately, but looked him up and down, carefully observed his finger joints, and then let out an exclamation.

"How did you beat that suspect like that? I just went to see him and he had at least seven or eight broken bones."

Yesterday I deleted a few rhythmic book reviews. I apologize to anyone who accidentally offended them. This is the only way I can update them for the time being. It’s not that I have to leave a few chapters in the manuscript, but I have a limited IQ. I sometimes find out when I write. There are inconsistencies, so I will keep a few chapters on hand to prevent me from having to change the text of the website. I have screenshots of the remaining chapters in the book friend group.

My current goal is to have perfect attendance, so I don’t have to worry about my grades not being good enough to study. I started with the first book, and now that I have this grade, I am quite satisfied. The days ahead are still long, so everyone will wait and see.

I’m also quite surprised about why high-chao is required to be published on the shelves. This is a unit drama and a daily novel. I haven’t found any high-chao until now. If you think the previous chapters are particularly exciting, book friends Please help me. I will try my best to write about this as much as possible in the future, and forget about it. If you write too much about Qidian, you will be easily reported.

Also, let’s talk about the update issue. Some time ago, I didn’t know whether it was due to early menopause or the change of seasons, or maybe I had a mental disorder from staying at home for a long time. Anyway, I just didn’t sleep well. I was in a daze for many days. I originally had 60,000 to 70,000 words. I saved the manuscript, but after using it, I found that there were only 10,000 words left. This also resulted in no so-called explosive updates on the shelves, but I think quality is much more important than additional updates. After all, the scrapped manuscripts I deleted totaled 70,000 to 80,000 words. .

I don’t want to swear again and create new tickets or rewards. Friends who have been reading for a month will find that I am very casual about breaking chapters. If I save more than one short plot in the future, the excess will be updated. Don't worry.