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Jack and the beautiful psychologist just smiled at each other and didn't explain anything to the other two who were confused.

Information such as smallpox virus terrorist attacks is destined to be labeled as highly confidential and locked in a pile of old papers, never to see the light of day again, just like countless similar cases before.

Jack didn't know whether the world in his previous life was the same, but in any case, in this world, he had become a part of the truth that knew some of the undercurrents beneath the seemingly calm sea.

Inexplicably, he felt a sense of mission to silently protect the world. Jack drank the coffee on the table in one gulp, stood up and said goodbye temporarily.

Alex was apparently here to provide Sheriff Ronick with psychological counseling and assessment, just as Maureen had done for herself after she had fired the first shot.

But Ronik's condition seemed obviously more serious, because when Jack closed the office door, he heard two conversations coming from inside.

"I noticed you didn't seem to be limping anymore, Sheriff, are you still taking those painkillers?"

"Please, doctor, it's been so long, I think you should be tired of this conversation between us that has been repeated countless times."

Jack's heart moved, and he became curious. He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Alice in New York.

"What are you doing? Sending a message to your girlfriend to let her know you're safe?" The female police officer with the same name who went downstairs with him blinked at him curiously.

"Ah, no, just contacting my colleagues for daily reports." Jack replied casually, and then thought of the long-awaited party.

"Is there a supermarket nearby? I'll go buy some snacks and drinks. There were only three of you originally, but now there are two more. You probably need some extra supplies."

After hearing what he said, Alice subconsciously glanced out the window and couldn't help but feel a little eager to try. "Maybe the snowstorm will come early. We can prepare more food and even some beer. I know a supermarket nearby sells Stroh beer."

The Stroh beer she mentioned is the ice beer that the protagonist in the movie "The Shawshank Redemption" fought for the prisoners in order to help the prison guards avoid taxes.

After finishing the work on the roof, the protagonist Andy and a group of prisoners enjoyed cold beer comfortably, as if they had enjoyed the long-lost freedom at that moment. The wonderful camera language is still fresh in Jack's memory.

In Jack's previous life, Stroh Beer had long been discontinued, but he didn't expect to hear this brand again in this world, and he couldn't help but feel a little curious.

So the two of them hit it off, one drove while the other gave directions, and they made a special trip in the increasingly heavy snow and wind.

"So you are a writer and also an NCIS agent." On the way back, Alice finally couldn't suppress her curiosity.

"It's the FBI, but they had some cooperation with NCIS not long ago." Jack carefully controlled the Subaru SUV. The wipers squeaked as if they were overwhelmed, and the tires slipped a little.

It was only afternoon, but the sky was already almost dark. Even with the headlights on, the two beams of light shot into the distance seemed to be swallowed up by the unknown monster hidden in the wind and snow, and could only barely illuminate a distance of more than ten meters in front of them.

"That looks like Dr. Sebian's car." Alice suddenly pointed to a black Dolan Tahoe parked on the side of the road not far away.

"You stay in the car and don't move. I'll go down and take a look." Jack braked by tapping the brakes. Although the car was not going fast, inertia still caused the entire car to slide a short distance on the road where a thin layer of ice had accumulated.

"Are you okay?" Jack bent down to avoid the oncoming ice and snow, walked to the car and knocked on the glass window.

"Thank God, why are you here?" Alex opened the car door directly, wrapped her coat tightly around her body and got out of the car. She looked very cold. "My car broke down, and I was just about to call for help."

Jack opened his coat to shield her from the wind and snow. "It looks like the snowstorm has arrived early. Forget about your car and come back to the police station with us. It looks like we'll have to spend the night there."

He protected the woman and returned to the car. Although they only stayed in the wind and snow for a short while, the snowflakes covering them were blown by the heater in the car, instantly soaking their hair.

"You'll catch a cold if you do this. Wipe it off first." Seeing Alex, who had the same long golden hair as her, looking so miserable, Alice quickly handed her a towel.

"Thank God I met you guys. This is such damn weather."

Alex gratefully took the towel and began to dry her hair, then handed it to Jack without hesitation, "I hope you don't mind."

"How could that be." Jack turned over the scented towel and casually wiped his head twice. The convenience of having a buzz cut is that it is not a big problem if he doesn't wipe it.

I released the handbrake and continued to move slowly in the wind and snow. Fortunately, we were not far from Police Station No. 13. In less than 20 minutes, we saw the two-story brownstone building, the only one with lights on in the darkness.

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"thorn"

The pork belly slices sizzled on the wire mesh, emitting an enticing burnt aroma. Jack poured a small pot lid of "Water of Life" onto the barbecue grill. Flames instantly rose up, and the refreshing aroma of wine with a hint of lemon scent penetrated into everyone's nostrils.

"Wow!" Alice cheered in support, drank the ice beer in the glass, and couldn't wait to take a skewer of barbecue to taste it.

John dragged Jack and his suitcase into the police station office with great effort. He was stunned by the scene. "I knew that there would be surprises when I went out with you. You even bought charcoal and a barbecue grill from the supermarket."

Jack turned around and warned, "Leave the door a crack, otherwise this will become a closed room murder scene."

The beautiful psychiatrist had already taken off her violet cashmere coat, including the long coat with a vertical collar whose collar was wet, revealing a close-fitting low-cut evening dress, which was also a short skirt style, which contrasted nicely with Alice.

She sat opposite Jack, bent over and supported her chin, watching his actions with a little interest, not minding at all that this action exposed her private parts.

Well, her figure was indeed good. Compared to Alice's hot chest and back, she had a different kind of graceful curves. The difference in cup size between her and the latter was at least one, which was quite in line with her scholarly temperament.

"Although I missed the New Year's party tonight, thank you for saving my bad mood with delicious food." After tasting the second skewer of barbecue handed to her by Jack, Alex's eyes lit up.

Jack casually glanced over her face, not daring to look down at the seductive black lace. Instead, he pointed out, "It's probably not the New Year's party that's making you feel bad, but a stubborn patient."

As if his words had touched upon the point, Alex's pretty face fell, revealing a frustrated expression. "Although I shouldn't discuss my patients like this, that guy is indeed the most stubborn ostrich I have ever seen."

Jack chuckled and didn't ask any further questions.

Alice from New York just sent him the information of Ronik. Although this young sheriff is only 32 years old, he has been a police officer for 10 years. As he said before, half of that time he was performing undercover missions.

About 8 months ago, in a failed undercover fishing operation, Ronnick's two partners, Carol and Tony, who were also undercover agents cooperating with him, died in the drug dealers' dying counterattack when they were chasing separately.

Ronick was also shot in the thigh and it took him nearly three months of rehabilitation before he was able to walk normally again. After sorting out the facts of the case, the DHD (Detroit Police Department) investigation team ruled him out of responsibility.

Afterwards, the sheriff bid farewell to his undercover career and took the initiative to apply to be transferred to the old police station that was about to be closed and became an acting chief.

Alex then became the acting chief's designated psychologist, and her psychological evaluation report would determine whether this meritorious police officer could return to the front line.

Jack could roughly guess what the situation was. DHD ruled out Ronik's responsibility, but that didn't mean he thought so in his heart.

Judging from the situation at the time, Ronik and his two partners pretended to be suppliers to supply two drug dealers, hoping to catch them red-handed, but their identities were accidentally exposed.

In the melee, Ronnick was shot in the thigh and limped to the end. His two partners chased after him separately after calling for reinforcements, but unfortunately they were killed by the drug dealers.

From the perspective of responsibility, there was nothing wrong with his arrangements at the time. The drug trafficker leader who escaped was eventually killed by the gun of Ronnick who chased him out with great reluctance. The unfortunate experience of his two partners could only be attributed to bad luck.

But this is not the case for the commander, Ronik, because it was he who ordered the split pursuit, not anyone else. The fact that the order itself was not problematic does not mean that he, the person who made the decision, will not feel guilty about it.

"Some problems may only be solved by yourself. Neither medicine nor psychological counseling is a panacea." Jack deliberately raised his voice slightly, and was heard by Sheriff Ronick who was walking downstairs.

"This smells wonderful." The former undercover detective handed a thick file to Alex with a playful look on his face.

"I think you left this on my desk, Dr. Sebian."

Alex took the file with a sly smile on her face. What was recorded in it was naturally the psychological analysis and diagnosis she had made on Ronnick over the past few months, which had obviously been fully understood by the patient himself.

"Oh, really? Did I forget to take it? Or did you secretly take it from my bag when you were sending me off like a gentleman? Did you enjoy watching it? Mr. Sheriff, a part-time thief?"

"No, it's really you who forgot to take it, I'm 100% sure." Ronik sniffed hard and tried to put on a serious expression.

"You're so disappointing." Alex's face turned red and she was about to explode, but was interrupted by John, who had been watching the show for a while.

"Why don't we all sit down and have a drink? Although I don't know what happened, tonight is New Year's Eve. Maybe everything will start anew tomorrow, right?"

Jack also chimed in, "Anyway, this shows that your treatment is effective. At least your patients are beginning to be interested in it, right?"

"That's all bullshit, about him just burying his head in the sand like an ostrich, turning a blind eye to what happened, and being afraid to take any responsibility from now on."

Before Ronnick could continue speaking, he was blocked by the starch sausage in Alice's hand, "Try this, boss, I swear you have never eaten such delicious ham sausage."

"Okay, okay, boys and girls, raise your glasses." Jasper, the oldest policeman present, also stepped forward to smooth things over.

"Before this shithole is razed to the ground, let's have a drink for it and for me. Of course, I think I will miss this place in the future, including you two."

As he said this, he pointed to Alice and Ronik.

"What nonsense are you talking about, old man?" Alice's eyes widened, not understanding why he suddenly said this as if he was leaving his last words. Even Ronnick looked puzzled.

"I have news to tell you, boys and girls, the old guy is going to retire." Jasper had a mysterious smile on his face.

Ronik's surprise was beyond words. "Congratulations, but you should have told us earlier."

"I just received the official notice as well." Jasper picked up the wine glass in his hand happily, his gray beard twitching.

"Anyway, grab your glasses, and including a few unexpected guests, let's drink a toast to this old police station, and of course to me and my upcoming retirement."

"cheers."

"cheers!"

Naturally, no one wanted to spoil the fun at this time. Everyone raised their glasses. Jack noticed that Ronik only touched his lips. It seemed that although this guy was tough, he still had some idea of ​​his condition and had the subjective intention to try to get out of the shadow.

As Alice dug out an old cassette player from somewhere, the deep and magnetic voice of Frank Sinatra, the white American jazz king, rang out in the police station office.

John admired the two dancing beauties, and the skewers in his hands were emitting sparks. "Maybe it's nice to get out of Los Angeles once in a while, and see a lot of different beautiful scenery."

"You'd better talk about the beautiful scenery instead of the beautiful woman. Don't forget to call Grace to report in the evening." Jack said contemptuously.

"She seemed very relieved after she knew I was traveling with you, in every sense of the word." John retorted and deliberately winked at someone.

Jack suddenly realized, "I finally know how my reputation was ruined. You must have made a big contribution to it."

At this moment, the news broadcast on a small TV in the office caught his attention, and a big black man in handcuffs appeared on the screen.

"Hey, beauty, do you know who Marino Bishop is?" Jack handed the grilled sausage in his hand to Alice, who was waiting eagerly by the grill after dancing a song. It seemed that the girl was fascinated by this thing.

"One of the sources of chaos in this city, the biggest local gang leader in Detroit, um, it says he just killed a police officer named Ray Botno? The police killer, he's dead."

Alice wrinkled her nose and inhaled with her tongue sticking out, not sure if she was burned or spicy.

What Jack cared about was not the news about the arrest of a gang leader. He was simply surprised by the appearance of Marino Bishop on TV. When he put on sunglasses, didn't he look like the big black guy Morpheus in "The Matrix"?