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

Jack could see that although Sheriff Ronik looked lazy and like a non-stick pan that was afraid of trouble, he was still very dedicated and responsible when the time came.

Two state troopers, one in black and one in white, carrying shotguns, escorted the four criminals in the prison bus through the back door into a temporary holding cell behind the police station.

Ronick carefully checked the cell and confirmed the identities of the four criminals one by one with two state police officers.

In the first cell was a young black girl wearing a hoodie. From her clothes, you could tell she was a street stalker for years. She kept muttering that she was innocent and had never broken the law.

Of course, it is not illegal to buy for free, as long as the amount does not exceed a certain amount. This has been clearly written into the state laws of many states. Jack, who was quietly following behind Ronnick and trying to understand the situation, nodded to show his understanding.

Next to the black girl's cell was a black guy who was about the same age as her. He called himself Smaili. He was responsible for buying and selling stolen goods for zero yuan, and also sold some high-quality imitation A-goods. It was not known whether he was arrested together with the black girl.

The guy in the same cell with him was the only white person among the four criminals. Strictly speaking, he should be considered a Latino. He was a drug addict and a robber. His eyes were red and it was obvious that the effects of the drugs had not yet worn off. Less than 5 minutes after he came in, he had already started a fight with a black guy.

Jack also had some impression of this guy's face. The original incarnation didn't seem to be a particularly famous actor, but he often played villains in some film and television dramas.

Because there were only three cells in the old police station, female criminals and gang bosses had to be held separately, so there was no way to separate them for the time being.

Ronik hit the iron railings hard with his baton, and it took a while for the two men to calm down.

In the last cell was the gangster boss Marino Bishop. Jack completely gave up after seeing the real person. It seemed that tonight was destined not to be peaceful.

Although he hasn't gained as much weight as the leader of the homeless gang in the "John Wick" series, his domineering and cool look is exactly like Morpheus in "The Matrix".

"There's no need for me to introduce this guy. I'm sure everyone knows his great achievements." The black state trooper named Jeffrey sneered.

Bishop looked at the others calmly, and finally his eyes fell on the newspaper that Ronik was holding under his armpit. "Can I have that? Maybe I can use the crossword puzzle on it to kill time."

Ronik hesitated for a moment, took a pencil, cut it into small pieces, and handed it over along with the newspaper. "I heard that you are the only gang leader in the city who doesn't touch drugs. Why?"

"Because drugs will disrupt order, this city is already chaotic enough, isn't it, Mr. Sheriff?" Bishop replied indifferently.

"Hopefully this will keep you like this until you get out of here."

Ronick placed the newspaper and the pencil, which was less than two knuckles long, in the gangster's hand, shrugged noncommittally, and turned to the two state troopers.

"I'll leave this place to you. You can take turns to rest in the front, but at least one person must stay behind."

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"Is there any trouble?" Seeing Jack coming back, John leaned in front of him and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know yet, I hope everything will be fine." Jack shook his head.

It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening, and it was not convenient for me to disturb my colleagues in New York. Fortunately, this gangster named Bishop was famous enough in the local area. I could find enough information by just opening the browser on my mobile phone and searching casually.

The gang led by Bishop is quite interesting. Although its main members are black, most of them come from former working-class families.

With the decline of Detroit's auto industry and the improvement of automated production lines, these black workers, who were already at the bottom of the labor force, were the first to be eliminated.

They have a certain educational foundation, but it is limited to one thing, because they have car loans, mortgages and a large family to support. After losing their stable jobs, they quickly fall to a level that is even worse than those ordinary homeless people.

Bishop organized these people into a gang that did everything except drugs, red-light districts, illegal arms, and extorting protection money from local businesses.

This gang composed of black bankrupt workers has strong combat effectiveness, perhaps because its main members are all "good family kids" among their self-deprecating buddies, and they even have a certain degree of organization and can enforce discipline.

Of course, what Ronick said about not touching drugs was not so absolute, because Bishop only didn't touch "hard drugs", but he controlled the best quality American herbal medicine channels in the whole of Detroit, which was also the main source of funds for the gang he led.

Jack studied the collected information over and over again, and felt relieved. It seemed that Bishop's arrest was mostly due to unexpected factors. He usually acted in a legal and public capacity.

This means that for the time being, this guy will not choose to fight to the death and do things like hijacking a prison van or breaking into a prison. A large family and a big business also means that there will be more concerns.

As long as this kind of gangster is not imprisoned in a federal prison in another place and loses the protection of his gang members, there is no need to worry about his life safety for the time being, even if he is a murderer of a police officer. The best option is to try a judicial transaction first.

Thinking of this, Jack began to ponder what Ronik had said before. Bishop's arrest was indeed a bit strange.

As a gang leader with a legal and public identity, how could he choose to kill people publicly in a church, and the person he killed was a policeman? There must be some unknown story behind this.

As the time gradually approached midnight, Jack lit the charcoal in the grill again. He had guessed that he would most likely have to stay in the police station overnight because of the snowstorm, so he bought a considerable amount of fresh food when he and Alice went to the supermarket.

The ones mentioned above were just appetizers. The marinated chicken wings, chicken legs and steaks were more delicious. However, the simple grill was slow in serving food, and with the addition of uninvited guests including psychologist Alex and two state police officers, it seemed that the supply was insufficient.

Also because of the presence of several uninvited guests in the cell at the back, everyone couldn't drink alcohol anymore, and they all switched to coffee or hot cocoa, but the atmosphere was still pretty good.

"Did you miss an important date?" Jack handed a string of grilled wings to Alex, who looked a little lonely, and then took a few strings of potato chips from John and put them on the grill.

"I just didn't expect to be trapped in a place like this on New Year's Eve and eat a lot of high-calorie food that I would never normally eat. Of course, I'm not judging your cooking skills. On the contrary, it's because it's so delicious that I can't control myself at all."

Seeing her change into a sad expression, Jack glanced at her carefully maintained figure and chuckled, "Eat with confidence. I can guarantee that you will not consume more than 30% of the usual calories."

"Come on, come on, it's about to start." Alice rushed over and grabbed the two of them and left. The New Year's countdown for the "Super Bowl" had already appeared on TV.

“10、9、83、2、1！新年快乐！”众人一同欢呼了起来，接着老警官贾斯帕带头唱起了苏格兰民歌《Auld Lang Syne》。

This song is also known in the University of Tokyo as "Auld Lang Syne".

After the song was over, the white state trooper who had just been called to countdown was about to return to the temporary detention area at the back, but was stopped by Jack. A large tray was stuffed into his hands, which contained a pile of steaming food.

"Take it with you. If there are still people awake in the back, give them some too."

"Thanks, man, you're a nice guy." The two sides did not introduce themselves to each other, and did not even know each other's names, but the white state trooper still patted Jack on the shoulder enthusiastically.

Just as Jack was about to continue explaining his theory about food calories to Alex, the white state trooper's exclamation was faintly heard from the temporary detention area behind, followed by a crisp gunshot, which instantly startled everyone at the scene.