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

Chapter 58

There are still five days before Christmas, today Angela doesn't have to sit in the office, and patrols the streets with Jack.

Given that the relationship between Angela and Wesley is still in a Schrödinger state recently, Jack doesn't want to provoke this eldest sister, or he might be dragged by her to the bar to drink and complain after work. His super luxurious big kitchen is almost finished. I was still thinking about whether I could get the stove done before Christmas, so I decided to rely on it for the Christmas dinner.

The two were silent in the car for a long time, and finally Angela couldn't help but wanted to speak, but was interrupted by a call from the command center.

"7-A-26 police car, location, Mrs. Meghan's psychic studio, triggering a silent siren, the situation is urgent, and the whistle opens the way."

Jack glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that there was no car behind him. He lightly applied the brakes and turned the steering wheel. With a beautiful drift, he turned the car around. At the same time, he sounded the siren and rushed towards the location displayed on the police computer.

Five minutes later, the two got out of the car and walked into a uniquely decorated store. Angela opened the door and heard the fierce quarrel between men and women inside. She pulled out her Glock and Jack also pulled out his gun.

The outside of the shop was set up as a waiting room, which was empty, and the inside was a studio. The two men were walking forward with guns on guard. When they entered the inside, they saw a middle-aged white man with an excited expression, holding a crystal ball in his hand and preparing to throw it at the shop. Woman on the ground.

"Answer me, tell me right away, how the hell do you know?!"

Seeing the middle-aged white man's agitated expression, Angela pointed the gun at him and warned loudly: "LAPD, throw away what you're holding."

The woman who fell on the ground had exquisite makeup and exotic clothes. In Jack's view, she looked more like a stripper than a psychic.

She quickly stretched out her hand to try to stop the middle-aged white man's movements: "Can you tell him not to throw it and put it down gently?"

"This crystal ball is worth $900."

Angela tilted her head to signal the middle-aged white man: "You heard me, move slowly, be a gentleman."

The middle-aged white man in a high-end suit was very interesting. Seeing two pistols pointed at him, he carefully put the crystal ball back on the velvet-covered table.

Angela put away her pistol and stepped forward to control him.

"Turn around and face the wall."

Jack pulled up the fallen woman and asked, "Ma'am, are you okay?"

The woman stood up and looked at Jack, her eyes suddenly lit up, and her voice, which had been a little shrill because of fright, suddenly became low, and became a little more charming.

"I'm okay. I was reading this lunatic's mind just now, and this guy suddenly went crazy."

The middle-aged white man hastily interrupted her.

"You are not allowed to say a word. I have a confidentiality agreement with you on psychic consultation."

The female psychic turned her head to look at him, as if looking at an idiot.

"There's no such agreement, you bastard."

Angela found the wallet from the guy, opened it and looked at the documents inside.

Jack continued to ask the female psychic: "What specifically did you say that made him use force to you?"

The female psychic continued to look at Jack with rolling eyes, like a little girl in love.

"I was talking to him about our relationship and I said I saw a picture of him in the woods with a beautiful woman and then he was like crazy and yelled at me."

Angela and Jack looked at each other, each finding a lottery-winning surprise in each other's eyes.

"So this gentleman, can you tell me why, what she said just hit your private matter? Did you do something to a certain woman in the woods recently?"

"No, it's all a misunderstanding." The middle-aged white man began to argue in a panic.

Angela was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so she turned on the walkie-talkie and contacted the command center.

"Command Center, look up a name for me, Randy L. Fisher."

The command center responded almost instantly: "7-A-26 police car, please note that the suspect's wife was reported missing six weeks ago."

The female psychic at the side was stunned: "My God, I actually just made it up, I didn't see anything."

"You just made it up? How is it possible?" The middle-aged white man's face was full of disbelief.

Angela has already taken out the handcuffs and handcuffed him.

The female psychic was still talking: "Do you think a real psychic would receive customers in such a musty-smelling shop?"

Then she turned to look at Jack with a coquettish look on her face, and slowly moved her body closer: "Speaking of which, a picture really appeared in front of me. The two of us will be in my room tonight."

Jack was so frightened that he quickly took two steps back, opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer, so he ran away.

I don’t know if the police uniform has an added lethality to someone’s handsome face. It’s not like I haven’t encountered someone who took the initiative before on duty, and some even stuffed his phone number into his pocket, but people like this female psychic are so direct. This is the first time I've been invited.

Angela took the suspect into the back seat of the police car as usual, and was used to her partner's ability to attract others. When Hannah and Jack were patrolling together, she often saw them together He was stopped by some so-called scouts, and a bunch of business cards were stuffed after all kinds of hype promises.

After taking the suspect into the police station and completing the formalities, the detective who took over the case was naturally responsible for this guy. The two of them returned to the police car and prepared to get back on the road.

As a result, just after reporting the status to the command center, a new task was sent. John and Nila Harper found a strangled male body in the bathroom of the Seventh Avenue bus terminal, and they needed to rush to the scene for support .

The so-called support usually means helping to put up a cordon in the past to maintain order, and then wait for the police detectives or the relevant departments assigned to the case, such as the Robbery and Murder Division or even the FBI.

But something seemed a little unusual today. Before the four people had finished chatting with each other, a large number of black cars with various markings arrived. Not only did they include detectives from the Major Crime Squad and the Robbery and Murder Division, they also Jack also saw the FBI, DHS (Department of Homeland Security) and even white buses with CDC (Centers for Disease Control and Prevention) logos.

Just when everyone felt bad, a large group of guys who covered themselves tightly got off the CDC bus and quickly blocked the entire bus terminal.

John muttered to himself: "This battle is a bit big."

Everyone present felt that something was wrong.

Zoe brought a group of people to the front of the four of them. The blond middle-aged woman standing beside her was very similar to John's ex-girlfriend and current girlfriend, Carice.

Zooey's expression was tense, she was clearly talking to John and Neila Harper, but her eyes glanced at Jack who was on the side intentionally or unintentionally.

"Hey, did either of you two touch the body."

Nila Harper pointed to John: "He touched it, checked the wallet on the body with rubber gloves."

Jack and Angela both raised their hands: "We only looked at the body at the door."

Time flies so fast. It’s been almost a month since I uploaded this novel. Please don’t complain about my update volume. Now my full-time writing is only 4K per day, and occasionally I can do a little more. Previously, I spent four hours due to lags in the plot and sleep problems. I have words of manuscripts saved, which is more than half of what I have saved. I have been working hard to recover in the past two days.

As a result, yesterday the editor suggested that I put it on the shelves around May st. I suddenly felt that I was going to lose my hair. I tried my best to save some more manuscripts and try to get a few more chapters on the shelves. Please forgive me, it is really a newcomer codeword, this plot Thinking too hard, I will add some old dramas that I don't have a deep impression on later.

Everyone sees my writing attitude, and it should be considered quite serious. I hope everyone will keep reading before it goes on the shelves. I still want to see if I can read it in Sanjiang just in case. After all, that means before it goes on the shelves. Having enough collections will ensure that I can make ends meet at the starting point.

Interested book lovers can help promote this book, I have never voted, so I can only ask everyone, thank you very much!