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

".Perhaps, it's not so bad after all?" John pushed open the door, and was greeted by a pair of long, netted legs and a hot blonde beauty sitting astride a stepladder, hanging festive lights on the ribbons.

"Hey, handsome guys, are you lost?"

The blonde beauty lowered her head and met Jack's eyes. There was a flash of surprise and a little cunning in her eyes. Suddenly, her feet seemed to go soft, and she let out a scream and fell off the stepladder at an angle.

Jack subconsciously reached out to catch it, and the warm and soft beauty entered his arms. What he saw was a low-necked sweater and a tight leather skirt, revealing an infinitely beautiful scenery. A cute "Hello Kitty" was greeting him playfully.

"I think I should take back my previous complaints. The welcome in Detroit is still very warm."

"I thought a handsome guy like you would be a gentleman." The blonde beauty reached out and pulled the edge of her skirt to hide the pink "Hello Kitty", while her other hand was still hooked around Jack's neck.

Her voice is magnetic and slightly hoarse, but she is a beauty with a smoky voice.

"I also thought that a mature woman like you would choose seductive lingerie." Jack grinned and put her on the ground.

The blonde snorted and pulled up her collar, "Am I really old?"

Judging from her makeup, she does look mature, with fiery red lips and smoky eyes, which exude her charm. But judging from her skin, this girl is no more than 27 or 28 years old, definitely not more than 30.

Jack was almost dizzy by the ripples caused by her action. He subconsciously shifted his gaze to the hall, but found that there was no one inside. He laughed and changed the subject.

"Excuse me, is Sheriff Roenicke here?"

"Who are you? Today is the last day of Police Station No. 13. There shouldn't be any guests here." The blonde beauty asked instead of answering.

John, who was watching the show, handed over a document and said, "We are from Los Angeles. I am Officer John Nolan. I have been ordered to provide support. He is my friend, uh."

John didn't know how to introduce Jack's identity for a moment. It seemed inappropriate to just say FBI, as it might easily cause misunderstanding or unnecessary associations on the other side.

"Jack Tawalla, John's friend. I was just on my way back to New York from Los Angeles, so I stopped by to take a look. I've never been to Detroit before."

Jack made up an excuse at random, but he did have plans to visit the city, but it seemed that he couldn't do it at least today because a snowstorm was about to arrive.

The blonde beauty's beautiful eyes with black eyeliner suddenly widened. She took the document, read it quickly, and then let out an exclamation.

"Oh my God, you're on secondment for a week. You must have offended some big shot. You know, this police station will cease to exist tomorrow."

"Maybe. Anyway, the order from above requires us to report to Police Station No. 13 first, and then wait for further arrangements after helping to close this place."

Although the furnishings in the house were old, the heating was still sufficient. John took off his thick windbreaker, revealing the LAPD uniform underneath. Jack didn't rush to take off his clothes, but he also unbuttoned his windbreaker.

"OK, at least we'll have a good time tonight."

The blonde said as she winked at the two of them, stretched out her hands to show them the festive decorations in the house, and then made an inviting gesture, "Trust me, we're going to have a lot of fun."

John laughed dryly when he heard this. They still didn't know this person's name, so they could only raise the documents in their hands.

"We are looking forward to this, but where is Sheriff Roenicke? I need him to sign this document."

"He just went to the evidence room downstairs with Jasper. Wait a minute and I'll call him." The blonde was about to turn around, but as if she thought of something, she turned her head and winked at the two of them.

"I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Alice."

Watching Alice's graceful figure disappear into the stairwell, Jack smiled at John, "It looks like I don't need to stay with you here for a week."

When Alice appeared in front of Jack and John again, she was followed by two uniformed police officers, an old man with silver hair and a gray beard, and a young man who looked to be in his early 30s.

"Sheriff Ronick? Happy New Year." John identified the name tags on the two men's chests and took the initiative to extend his hand to the young man.

"Happy New Year, Officer Nolan." The young sheriff shook hands with John enthusiastically, then turned his gaze to Jack, who was wearing a white shirt and a black suit after his windbreaker was opened. He looked puzzled, "Federal agent?"

Jack was also observing the other person, and his eyes just happened to sweep across the tattoo on his wrist, with the same confusion in his eyes. Although he was not very familiar with Detroit, he could still tell the subtle differences between gang tattoos and military tattoos.

"Jack Tawaller, FBI, is on vacation and is a former colleague of John's. He stopped by to see this 'Motor City'."

Jack stretched out his hand and shook hands with Sheriff Ronick. Then he saw an old policeman holding a cardboard box at the side. He took out a bottle of dirty whiskey covered with old dust and showed it to Alice mysteriously.

"Guess what Ronnick and I found in the evidence room? A bottle of Irish whiskey that was at least 40 years old, just the right gift to welcome a new friend."

"Isn't this the evidence you hid when you first caught the criminal, Jasper?" Alice teased.

"How is that possible? Things from the Civil War era have been destroyed long ago." Old police officer Jasper grinned and made fun of himself.

After everyone finished their greetings, the young chief, who seemed out of place in this old police station that was about to close, nodded slightly to John, then continued to look at Jack.

"If Agent Tawole doesn't mind, I have some nice coffee beans left in my upstairs office."

Knowing that he wanted to chat with him privately, Jack smiled back, "Just call me Jack. It's an honor."

Hearing his words, the beautiful female police officer Alice seemed to have just discovered something incredible. "Wow, there are two Jacks here. It seems we need to give one of them a nickname."

The sheriff and chief, whose full name was Jack Roenicke, coughed lightly, interrupting her divergent thoughts.

"Alice, find a desk for Officer Nolan. I don't know why the higher-ups would send someone here on the last day, but at least this damn place won't seem so deserted in its final days."

Hearing her chief's order, Alice rolled her eyes and pouted her red lips, "Okay, Boss, although according to regulations, we can only close at midnight, all the alarm calls have been transferred to other places, and the computers and guns have been moved.

So why not just close now? We're starting the New Year party early!"