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Others were also attracted by the news on TV and cast their attention. Apparently, except Jack and John, these Detroit locals had heard of Marino Bishop.

"It's a bit strange. The news said that Bishop was arrested after he killed undercover detective Ray Botnow in a church. I remember that Botnow was Marcus Duval's subordinate.

How could the people in their "Anti-Black Group" go undercover? Especially for a big guy like Bishop, they must have known each other well. "Ronick frowned and asked in confusion.

"Who knows? Maybe we just happened to meet each other in church and recognized each other. You know how the media are these days. They can turn a little rumor into a storm."

The old police officer Jasper showed an attitude of nonchalance and held out his hand to Alice with a smile, "Now, young lady, can I ask you to dance with me? To celebrate my retirement."

"Of course." Alice took the old police officer's hand. "I will miss you, old man."

This little episode, which had nothing to do with them, did not cause any in-depth discussion among the crowd. The singing and dancing continued until night fell. Jack temporarily extinguished the charcoal in the grill and brought in a box of "room temperature" beer from outside, which drew cheers from everyone.

"I have to admit that I kind of like you two from Los Angeles. I heard that there's sunshine all year round and it never snows, right? It sounds like heaven."

Ronnick was curled up on a sofa and muttering, his voice a little unclear, as if he was a little full.

John was holding a bottle of "room temperature" beer, frowning and shaking it gently, waiting patiently for the ice inside to slowly melt. When he heard him say this, he responded with a smile.

"You're talking about Hawaii. Jack just came back from there. The winter in Los Angeles can be quite cold sometimes, especially after it rains, but it's much more comfortable than Detroit."

"Maybe I should make Los Angeles my first stop in retirement, Florida my second, and then return to the north when I get tired of the sun and the beach."

Old police officer Jasper was out of breath after dancing two dances. He was now savoring a bottle of Irish whiskey that was said to have been in the evidence room for 30 years.

"Is Hawaii fun?" Alice asked Jack curiously.

Jack subconsciously touched his waist. The hole had been completely healed by him using healing magic when he left Los Angeles.

"It's OK. A pretty girl like you will definitely be popular there, especially when you wear a bikini and appear on the beach."

"Then my New Year's resolution is to go on vacation to Hawaii next year. To do this, I can swear to quit smoking, and never be seduced by bad boys again. I can have a normal relationship."

However, before she could finish her words, Alice took out a pack of ladies' cigarettes, lit one for herself, and asked Alex if she wanted one.

Alex rolled her eyes at her. "Didn't you promise to quit smoking?"

"Yeah, it's still early before 12 o'clock. I have to finish the remaining half pack, otherwise it will be a waste," Alice replied righteously.

"OK, then maybe we should be glad that there are no bad boys like you mentioned here." Alex said, glancing at Jack intentionally or unintentionally, and then the two women giggled for no apparent reason.

I have to say that alcohol is sometimes a good thing. Although everyone drank very restrainedly, they were inevitably a little drunk. Even Alex and Ronnick, two guys who didn't get along well with each other before, were no longer so hostile.

But the harmonious atmosphere did not last long. With the sudden crackling noise coming from the radio and the subsequent call, the old police officer Jasper looked at his young sheriff with a strange expression after picking up the walkie-talkie and saying a few words.

"What happened?" Ronick struggled to pull himself out of the comfortable sofa, walked forward and took the intercom, but the call ended and there was no sound.

"That bastard Bishop is going to be sent to our place. Command Center said the highway was closed due to the snowstorm, and the bus carrying the prisoners will have to stay overnight at our police station."

The old police officer Jasper didn't notice Ronik's suddenly ugly expression, and continued to talk to himself, "I must teach that bastard a lesson, this police murderer!"

Jack subconsciously glanced at John and sighed silently in his heart. He knew that nothing good would happen if he followed this guy out. Isn't this trouble?

John obviously thought the same thing as him and looked at him with wide eyes.

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A prisoner bus painted blue and white with yellow stripes slowly appeared in the night in the wind and snow. The driver's caution could be seen just from the speed.

But even so, the bus still slid diagonally a little when it stopped, which was quite frightening.

Old police officer Jasper opened the door and ate a mouthful of snow as soon as he opened his mouth. He turned his head and smiled bitterly at Ronik, "What do you think of this New Year's gift?"

"Not very good." Ronnick followed him out the door dejectedly and began to shiver with the cold. Jack and John helped to hold the door, while Alice, who came to watch the fun, nimbly slipped out from under their arms.

"What are you doing here?" Ronnick yelled at Alice. The wind was howling outside, and normal conversations couldn't be heard clearly even when they were face to face.

Alice rubbed her hands and shivered from the cold, but she still stood on the steps stubbornly. "I'm just a little curious. I've heard too many rumors about Bishop over the years. I want to see him in person."

"I thought you just swore that you wouldn't be attracted to bad guys again. Go in, there's nothing to see." Ronik glared at her.

"There are still nearly three hours until New Year's Day, Boss." Alice raised her eyebrows at him and smiled.

At this time, the bus door was opened, and a black police officer in a state police uniform walked towards Ronick with the brim of his hat pressed down and greeted him loudly, "You must be Sheriff Ronick. Nice to meet you."

"No offense, officer, but I'm very upset about this. Precinct 13 is closing soon and it's understaffed. Can't you find a dedicated detention center?"

What Ronick said did not surprise the black police officer. There was a serious criminal in the car, and if he was not absolutely necessary, he would not want to spend the night in this dilapidated police station that was about to be razed to the ground.

"The road is closed due to the snowstorm. The command center said we can only stay here for one night. If you have any opinions, go ask the higher-ups yourself."

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel over a disagreement, the old police officer Jasper quickly stepped out to smooth things over, "Okay, Sheriff, you can't really kick them out in this weather.

We just provide a room with iron railings, they will do their job, there will be no problem, come on, come on, come in and warm up. "

"Okay, okay, but they are still under the responsibility of you and your people. My people and I will never get involved in this mess." Ronnick finally agreed with a pinch of his nose.

The old police officer Jasper smiled and patted him on the shoulder, then turned to the black state trooper and said, "Take everyone in the car down and let them all come in."