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

Chapter 14 Backup Gun

Jack on the side suppressed his excitement to see his childhood idol, and a shy smile appeared on his face: "Hello, Ms. Didi McCall, I am Jack Tavole."

Unexpectedly, Didi McCall took the initiative to reach out to the sunshine boy in front of him and hugged him: "Hello, handsome big boy, I'm glad you're here."

Walking into the house, she didn't see the long-awaited figure. Seeing the confused looks of the two people, Didi McCall sighed: "Rick unfortunately suffered a stroke two months ago. The right half of his body was hemiplegic and he cannot recover." It went so well.”

The two of them felt nervous, and Jack quickly said: "Can we take a look at him?"

Didi McCall nodded: "Of course you're welcome. He hasn't been out for half a month. Knowing that two young police officers came to visit him made him feel better. We don't have children, so there are very few young people at home. .”

As she spoke, she led the two of them to the bedroom on the first floor. When she opened the door, a skinny, silver-haired old man was looking at the young man and woman with a smile. In his slightly melancholy eyes, the heroic detective could be vaguely seen. style.

"Mr. Hunter, I am Jack Tavole. It is an honor to meet you. I have admired your deeds for a long time." Although he tried hard to hide it, his slightly trembling voice betrayed Jack's mood at this time.

Although Rick Hunter was half paralyzed, he was very conscious. The stubborn old man tried his best to stretch out his left hand that could barely move, and shook hands with Jack. Feeling the excitement of the young man in front of him, his expression was a little confused: "Nathan... Who are you, Tavole and Fanny Tavole?"

Jack was stunned. Could it be that Detective Hunter actually knew his parents? Thinking that this old man was a veteran policeman who had worked in Los Angeles for more than 30 years, and that it might really be possible, he simply put the draft in his mind aside, no longer restrained himself, and still replied with a trembling voice. : "They are my parents, do you remember them?"

"Of course, Nathan and Fanny are my old friends. When I was still on the street, I often went to the small shop on Saturn Street to buy some Siris snacks. You must not have been born at that time. They Are you okay now?"

Jack was shocked, and immediately showed a sad expression: "My house suffered a fire three years ago, and I saved my life. They are all unfortunate."

"Oh, poor kid." Didi McCall, who was on the side, hugged Jack with tears in her eyes.

Rick Hunter looked guilty: "I'm sorry kid, I didn't know."

"I'm fine. It's all over. I often heard my father mention you when I was a kid, so now I have become a member of the LAPD." Jack, who turned into an actor, comforted the two old people and said smoothly.

Hannah on the side looked suddenly enlightened. No wonder Jack had said he wanted to visit these two old people before, but he didn't know that there was a huge coincidence.

Listening to Rick Hunter's narration of the past, Jack secretly thought that he was lucky. It turned out that Detective Hunter, who was a patrolman more than 30 years ago, once helped drive away street gangsters who caused trouble in a small grocery store. Since then, he has known his parents and has not had a close relationship with him. . As time went by, and later on, when I became a police detective, I was too busy with work and gradually lost contact.

"Speaking of which, it was your parents' elopement experience that deeply touched me, and later I had the courage to propose to Didi." Rick Hunter said this with a sigh on his face.

Jack was determined. He didn't expect such a coincidence, and he successfully established a relationship with the Hunters. Immediately, his original parents became a pair of grateful people in his words.

They would often pay attention to the news in the newspapers, and then tell their sons about Uncle Hunter's heroic deeds. From then on, they set up their ambition to become an LAPD at a young age. To support this, he vaguely talked about a case he had seen in "Hunter". Hunter and Didi obviously had very good memories. With just a few words of guidance, they could clearly recall the entire case. Then Jack nodded frequently.

Hannah, a young assistant on the side, helped to add fuel to the fire and told how Jack worked hard alone after encountering the disaster. Not only did he continue his studies, he also graduated from the police academy with honors and became a young and promising rookie in the police force.

As a result, Jack gained an uncle and aunt, and was forced to stay for lunch with Hannah, where he tasted Aunt Dee Dee's delicious stew.

After lunch, Jack struggled to help Uncle Hunter into the wheelchair. Jack lamented in his heart how difficult it was for Aunt Didi. Didi was less than 2 meters tall, while Hunter was meters tall. No matter how thin he was, he was still close to meters tall. It’s a telegraph pole that’s meters long. It’s no wonder that rehabilitation is so difficult.

Pushing the wheelchair to the front yard, allowing the old man to see the long-lost sun and breathe some fresh air, Jack cleaned the lawn while chatting with his Uncle Hunter.

"Little Hannah said that you have already killed two suspects in less than two months after becoming a police officer?" Hunter gently hammered his unconscious right arm and asked in disbelief.

"Yes, the first time was to cooperate with my rookie training officer to deal with the gangsters who were taking hostages, and the second time was to kill the drug dealer who tried to shoot at our commander, Superintendent Gray." Jack answered as he trimmed the rose bushes skillfully. road.

"I thought Los Angeles was dangerous enough in the 1980s and 1990s. At that time, I had to buy a new car every time I handled a case. I didn't expect it to be much better now."

Jack nodded repeatedly and said in his heart, yes, yes. When I was a kid, I loved watching you take the beautiful Didi and hit people with your car. Every episode, several cars would be scrapped. At that time, I felt that beautiful Chinese people are really rich and so expensive. It doesn't hurt at all when the car hits me.

"Hey boy, do you have a spare gun?" Hunter suddenly seemed to think of something, turned around and shouted inside: "Didi, help me get the box in the safe."

Didi took out an exquisite walnut box, placed it on Hunter's knee, and asked with a smile: "Old guy, are you really willing to give your big baby away?"

Jack looked at the wooden box curiously, and Hunter opened it with his left hand. Inside lay a domineering grilled blue Colt python.

"I can't use it anyway, so why not give it to this nice young man? You can't just rely on a plastic gun on the dangerous streets. Sometimes the old guy is more reliable."

The Glock 22 gun body issued by the police station that Jack is currently using contains a large number of engineering plastic parts. It is jokingly called a plastic gun by some veteran police officers. As a classic of the generation, the Colt Python was used by the beautiful police in the s and s. were heavily equipped.