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

Chapter 5 Everyone doesn’t like gossip

John recounted what happened today with a sad face. On patrol this morning, he came across a domestic dispute and called the police. When he arrived, he found that it was a couple of very different body types quarreling. The husband, a strong man weighing nearly 120 kilograms, privately told John that his His wife, who looked only 1 meters tall and weighed no more than 60 kilograms, domestically abused him.

John, who was dumbfounded, comforted her husband and didn't take it to heart. After a brief mediation, he left.

As a result, in the afternoon, he and his instructor Talia Bishop received another call from the same place. When they arrived, they happened to see the fragile-looking wife riding on the strong husband and stabbing him with an ice pick. After more than ten blows on the neck, by the time the two men subdued the wife, the burly husband had already died from blood loss.

John looked very frustrated: "I pressed his neck, but I couldn't do anything. I could only feel his life passing away little by little. It was clear that he was talking to me face to face not long ago."

"Originally, I thought I was mentally prepared, but when I encountered this kind of thing, I found that was not the case."

Jack put his arm around his shoulders and said with a smile: "I thought you would feel guilty for not helping or blaming yourself for the husband's death. In that case, I might use a bunch of reasons to comfort and convince you. Let you know that this is not your responsibility."

"I'm glad. Since you don't think so, then I don't know what to say. I was in a coma when my parents passed away, and I didn't wake up until several days later. So, all I can say is, let time heal this. Everything.”

John squeezed Jack's shoulders gratefully.

"Man, thank you. Sometimes you really make me feel that I am not in front of a young man who is only three years older than my son, but an old buddy who has known me for many years."

Jack glanced at the two girls beside him with strange eyes.

"Is this old guy taking advantage of me?" The girls laughed wildly.

"Tell me about you." Jack pointed at Lucy with the beer bottle: "How was your first day today? Did Officer Bradford let you go in the end?"

Lucy seemed to be troubled by this sudden question, and it took her a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "Officer Bradford didn't seem to be targeting me intentionally. I think he is a soft-hearted person."

Hannah nodded: "He is indeed a mean-looking person. If you think he is making things difficult for you, it's just that he doesn't want to let go of any unqualified rookie. Being a street patrol officer in Los Angeles is a very dangerous thing. , Insufficient ability will result in loss of life.”

"So, Lucy, how did you find out that he is a good person? You still looked resentful in the morning." Jack's mouth grinned with a malicious smile.

Lucy hesitated for a long time before speaking uncertainly: "I don't know if this involves his privacy, but I don't want this matter to spread beyond the four of us today."

"We swear." Everyone loves to hear gossip. The three of them said in unison and raised three fingers at the same time.

"Today when we arrested a street dealer, a female homeless woman appeared. She was a drug addict. Bradford had a few words with her and gave her all the cash he had. , I asked him what happened when I got back to the car, and he said it was his wife who had been missing for more than a year, and he looked very sad."

"Oh my God." Hannah covered her mouth in surprise: "That must be Isabella."

Seeing everyone looking at her, Hannah continued: "Tim Bradford's wife is called Isabella. She used to be a DEA (Federal Enforcement Administration) undercover agent. She was unfortunately infected during a mission. He was addicted to DU and ran away from home a year ago."

She warned Lucy with a serious expression: "If Tim doesn't take the initiative to mention this matter to you, don't be stupid. In fact, colleagues in the bureau have been secretly helping to find Isabella. Only Tim thinks so." He hid the secret well."

Lucy nodded seriously, and everyone turned their attention to Jack, who was studying the wine bottle.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" Jack tried to play dumb.

"Shouldn't you share your experience today? We've talked about everything." Lucy slammed the table angrily.

Jack curled his lips: "Angela threatened me not to tell anyone unless you invite me for the second round of drinks."

"Beauty, four more bottles of Budweiser." John immediately raised his hand to greet the waitress nearby.

Jack took a sip slowly, and then began to narrate: "Today we arrested a pair of lesbians."

"Angela ended up spraying a whole bottle of disinfectant and then threatened to kill me if I dared to tell anyone about it."

John and Lucy burst into laughter, but Hannah hugged Jack's neck with a fierce look in her eyes: "You call Angela directly by her name so quickly. Your relationship is progressing very quickly."

Jack anxiously used his eyes to signal Hannah to pay attention to the situation, and at the same time shouted: "Didn't you say that it was inconvenient for us to stagger our time, so you asked me to establish a good relationship with Angela as soon as possible and let her teach me pistol shooting for you? I will be the one in the future." I have to get up early every day to prepare breakfast for two people and lunch for three people.”

Looking at each other with John, Lucy asked with interest: "So, what is the relationship between you two?"

Jack quickly raised his hand to clarify: "Hannah and I were friends before, and now I am my landlord. I am responsible for her three meals a day to pay the rent."

"Huh!" Hannah glanced at him disdainfully.

"The LAPD does not allow office romance. Once it happens, one party must take the initiative to apply for transfer to another department or branch. If you are a rookie, you will even be fired directly. However, I am already applying for the FBI. When I leave the LAPD, I will actively pursue it. Jack, he's mine and I love him."

Jack was choked by Hannah's bold display of love and coughed repeatedly, and did not notice the instantly dejected expressions on John and Lucy's faces.

After the party ended, Hannah belatedly realized that the atmosphere was a bit awkward at the end. She turned to Jack in the passenger seat and asked, "Are John and Lucy..."

Jack nodded: "Yes, they did well in the last two months of the police academy. I thought they would be fine until they graduated, but I didn't expect that Zoe would select both of them to join the Wilshire Police Department."

Hannah wrinkled her cute little nose and muttered: "Why are they so different in age?"

Jack rubbed the back of his head guiltily and did not dare to take the conversation.

The two were silent for a while before Jack spoke to break the awkward atmosphere.

"When I visited the Police Department Wall of Honor today, I saw the names of Detectives Rick Hunter and Dee Dee McCall. Do you know them?"