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

The bamboo forest is rustling, accompanied by the faint sound of strings. Nearby, there are white walls and black tiles, a small bridge and flowing water. In the distance, there are many pavilions, winding corridors and winding paths. Jack, sitting in the waterside pavilion, is holding a blue and white porcelain tea cup. , the whole person has fallen into a sluggish state.

He was invited to attend the weekend dinner at the Reagan family with Hannah, who had just returned from Miami. As a result, he had a meal of fish and chips, a British delicacy, for noon. When he was speechless, Danny organized another one. afternoon tea.

Although Jack didn't quite understand why he wanted to come to the Staten Island Botanical Garden for afternoon tea, he couldn't refuse the warm hospitality, so he followed the big family here.

What he never expected was that there would be a small Soviet-style garden hidden in this botanical garden.

When Jack stepped into the small round arch, he noticed something was wrong when he saw the three clear gilded traditional Chinese characters "Ji Xing Yuan" written on the door plaque, and when he reacted, it seemed as if It's like traveling through time again, and you are in an ancient poetic and picturesque atmosphere.

"My dad recommended this to me. He said I have a too hot temper. The environment here is very suitable for me and can make me... uh... calm, Jack? Jack! Are you okay?"

After Danny finished speaking, seeing Jack unresponsive as if he was petrified, he subconsciously called out twice.

"Huh? Oh, I'm fine. It's just that I haven't had this kind of real Chinese green tea for a long time, which makes me a little nostalgic."

More than just nostalgia, Jack was almost in tears. Not only was the tangy fragrance of Longjing tea, but everything in front of him gave him the illusion of returning to his previous life, as if all these years of experience had become a dream and now it is just a dream. Just woke up.

Unexpectedly, the brown-haired foreign devil sitting next to him quickly brought him back to reality. He was walking towards him not far away, wearing a plain pink Song Dynasty Hanfu, with his blond hair pulled up into a bun, and holding a hand. Hannah almost made him laugh out loud when she slapped him.

Seeing her walking crookedly to the pavilion by the pond, her hands were stiff and crossed and she said a blessing. Jack couldn't close his grinning mouth for a long time. This fit Texas girl was wearing a tube top, shorts and The long pleated skirt really makes people feel like Lin Daiyu uprooting a weeping willow.

Linda also put on a Ming-style phoenix crown and harem. She looked as if she was getting married again. She was dressed in bright red, which was not too hot under the bright sun.

Perhaps because of the promotion of Chinese culture, this place does not simply provide some Hanfu for tourists to take pictures, but has very professional stylists who provide a full set of makeup and teach some etiquette knowledge.

Although the cultures are not similar, the environment can indeed affect people. In this quiet rockery pavilion, even Danny, who has always been carefree, couldn't help but lower his voice when speaking.

"Dad's advice seems to be very good. I feel that I have really calmed down a lot."

"We should come here more often from now on," Jack murmured.

Although the two people were talking about different things, they were surprisingly similar.

After spending an afternoon in the classic Soviet-style garden located in the Staten Island Botanical Garden, which occupies a small area but has all the internal organs, Jack also unexpectedly heard some interesting anecdotes about this "garden". .

This small garden, which covers an area of ​​just over 4000 square meters, took 13 years to finally be completed due to financial problems. The person who played a big role in it was none other than the current President who particularly likes to wear red ties.

For a moment, Jack even doubted whether some of the rumors he heard in his previous life were true. Could this person really be one of his own? ——

Hannah seems to be obsessed with cross-dressing recently. After coming back from Staten Island, she bought a lot of weird costumes. One day she is a plump lady from the Tang Dynasty, and tomorrow she becomes a shrine maiden from the island country of Japan. It’s fun. It's such a joy.

Knowing that she is usually a homebody who loves to play games, Jack is also happy to enjoy the benefits. Moreover, he personally thinks that although the improved Tang suit and Hanfu are beautiful, they are too complicated to wear. The island country's yukata is more fun and can be worn with just one pull.

But God seemed to hate that this guy had such a comfortable life. When one morning, he was called into Dana Moger's office by a phone call and met an unexpected person, he knew that trouble was coming.

Michael Weston, who still had two inconspicuous scars on his neck, sat opposite his female boss, with his legs crossed and a leisurely look.

Hasn't this guy been removed from the CIA? Jack was stunned for a moment before he made the connection between the careless guy in front of him and the guy who was dragged out of the Hummer by him, clutching his neck and dying.

"Hey, isn't this my dear savior? Long time no see, old buddy." Michael, whose voice became slightly hoarse, jumped up from the sofa when he saw Jack and gave him a sincere hug.

Jack felt a little awkward and pulled away the guy's arm, and like an experienced surgeon, he opened the guy's head and looked left and right, "Are you fully recovered? It seems that the vocal cords are somewhat damaged."

"Ahem. Stop." Knowing that he was deliberately teasing himself, Michael quickly slapped his paw away, but still thanked him with gratitude.

"Thanks to you, my attending doctor said that if you hadn't treated me in time, even if I survived, I might not be able to speak again in this life. Now only my voice has changed. The girls all say that I am like a living Kenny." Rogers (famous American country singer)."

"It's fine." Jack stretched out his hand to ask this out-of-character CIA to sit down again, and smiled sheepishly at the female boss who seemed to be looking at two grown-up boys.

"So, is your CIA planning to deal with another drug lord in New York?" Jack asked.

"You're half right." Michael pulled out a large document bag from his waist and handed it to Jack, "I'm going to Morocco soon. I'm just here to run an errand. The Ministry of National Defense has a mission and I need a reliable contact. member, and then SEAL Team 6 selected you.”

"Walter," Jack took the document bag with a confused look. He didn't open it immediately. Instead, he turned to look at Dana Moger, his face full of question marks.

"Don't look at me like that. In fact, I just received this news, only 20 minutes earlier than you." Nunu, the female boss, indicated that the information was in his hand, and she didn't know what the specific task was.

To be honest, Jack didn't really want to open this document bag. It was obviously impossible to refuse after reading it, but the seal in Michael's mouth aroused his interest again. He didn't know many people from SEAL Team 6, uh , in fact only the B team led by Jason Hayes.

If it was really Jason Hayes who asked him for help, Jack would have no reason to refuse.