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

Chapter 323 Unlucky John

"Can I come with you?" Jack quickly caught up with the two of them.

Today, John was on patrol alone in his car. He heard that the attacker had an automatic weapon. Although the command center did not notify the police officer that he had fallen to the ground, Jack thought it would be better to follow him and take a look, just in case.

"Yes, but you can only sit in the back seat." Tim had no objection. We are all old friends, not to mention that Jack is also a law enforcement officer.

There was no nonsense on the road. Tim drove and arrived at the scene of the incident in only 7 minutes.

Along the way, several people could still hear John's on-the-spot report on the radio, "Two gunmen drove away in a gold car with license plate number 2-San-Adam-Mary-564, heading west to Fuller Street."

"The female missing person walked south."

Jack, who was sitting in the back seat of the police car, looked nostalgic. When he was an LAPD, he felt that this way of notifying the license plate was very efficient. English letters alone are easy to confuse, so they usually use words instead.

Joining the first letter of each word and the number is the correct license plate number, "2SAM564."

Before Tim and the others arrived, the African-American female police officer Nila Harper, who had obtained the "golden ticket" of the police station through years of undercover work, but chose the patrol position for her daughter, had already arrived.

It seemed that John was fine, but his "studio" (police car) was in a miserable state. Not a single window glass was intact, and the entire right side of the car was covered with bullet holes, as if he had just returned from the Syrian battlefield.

"Are you all right?" Lucy got out of the car, and nervously looked up and down to see if John was injured.

"Code four, there is no need for additional assistance at the scene, and all units are doing their best to search for the suspect."

"Be aware that the suspect is armed with an automatic weapon and may fire at any time."

Tim got out of the car and gave the order over the intercom.

"Aren't you looking for a missing woman? How did you end up like this?" Harper asked in confusion.

John was shocked and confused, "I don't know. At first I thought it was domestic violence. Someone called the police and reported that they saw a woman running away from a home."

"I arrived at the scene. There were two men in the family. The male owner called himself Daniel Charles, and there was another person who was said to be their carer, Carlson."

"The man Daniel Charles insisted that the missing woman was his wife Linda, who suffered from mania, I felt he was not telling the truth."

"Then I found the woman here. She looked delirious, probably drugged, and seemed to be speaking Russian."

"Then it happened like this. I was about to take the woman to the hospital. The two men suddenly appeared and fired at us. When I fired back, I emptied two magazines. When the Harper police car arrived, it fired The sound of the siren scared them away, and the woman also took advantage of the chaos and ran away."

"Oh, hey, Jack, why are you here?" John seemed to have just seen Jack.

"I came here to give you afternoon tea, and then I heard that something happened to you. I thought I could do anything to help. I hope you're fine."

Jack shrugged. The Wilshire Police Department had been too calm during this period. Seeing such a fierce street shootout again today actually made people feel inexplicably kind.

"Do you think it could be human trafficking?" Lucy asked doubtfully.

"Maybe, just go to that house and see." Tim turned around and opened the car door.

"Uh, my car." John looked at Harper aside with some embarrassment.

Harper sighed, "You can use my 'studio' and leave it to me."

<divclass="contentadv">John got into the police car driven by Harper. Jack didn't have to squeeze into the back seat this time and sat in the passenger seat next to him.

I don't know if the back seat of the police car is designed that way on purpose. It is a Chevrolet SUV model, but it is especially unfriendly to tall people. It is very awkward to sit up, and the waist is not straight and the legs are not close together.

John led the way, and the four people and two cars arrived at the door of the house where he had received the police call before. Although they knew that there was unlikely to be anyone inside, after breaking the door, the three LAPD cautiously filed in according to the search formation and checked each room.

"Police, show up immediately!"

After the customary search, all rooms were confirmed to be empty. At the same time, Jack put his hands in his pockets and walked around the entire house before slowly walking into the living room from the door.

"Do you feel that something is not right about this house?" Jack felt a familiar sense of sight, as if he had seen a similar scene not long ago.

"All the photos in the frames came with them when they were bought." John picked up a photo frame on the fireplace and showed it to everyone.

"There's not even a plate in the kitchen, and the refrigerator is empty." Lucy pouted.

Tim looked around, "It looks like it's disguised as a place where people live."

"Safe house?" Jack was a little unsure. Could he have encountered some witness protection plan again? That would be too cliché and readers would be dissatisfied.

At this time, Tim, as the commander, heard a call from the intercom, "Notice that the suspect's vehicle was abandoned after being set on fire. No suspect or the missing woman was found at the scene."

"Copy that." Tim replied and hung the walkie-talkie back on his waist.

John paced slowly in the living room. As a construction contractor with rich decoration experience, he instinctively noticed more things that were wrong.

"The space here is so cramped. It feels completely different from what it looks like from the outside."

As he spoke, he opened a wooden cabinet in the corner of the living room.

"Wow." His eyes widened as he looked at the power distribution box in the cabinet.

"Jack, you should come see this."

Jack came up to take a look, and couldn't help but whistle, "500MCM cable, that's 400 amps of household current. The big problem is, are they growing American herbs in it?"

"Humph." Lucy didn't know what riddle these two guys were playing, but she felt even more unhappy when she saw Tim next to her who was also confused but still pretending to be cool.

"While I 'get' it, you two may need to explain it to Tim."

Tim glared at his own woman in dissatisfaction. It was so embarrassing to demolish his man in front of outsiders.

"For example, after the renovation of John's luxurious villa, all the electrical appliances upstairs and downstairs, water heaters, refrigerators, air conditioners, and the awesome infinity heated swimming pool, 200 amps are enough. .”

Jack kindly explained it to the two of them.

"So, either they secretly grow American herbs underground, or they have other uses." John said, quickly opening a small iron box on the side of the cabinet, revealing a small screen inside.