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

Chapter 6

Hannah nodded: "Detective Hunter and Detective McCall were popular figures in the LAPD in the 1980s and 1990s. Of course I know that. Especially Detective McCall, as one of the few LAPD figures in that male-dominated era, The outstanding female police detective has always been the idol of all our female police officers."

"They live on Maryland Street, do you know them?" She suddenly turned to look at Jack.

More than mere acquaintances, in Jack's previous life, almost most Siris people born in the 70s and 80s knew this pair of partners. "Hunter" can be said to be the first thing that most Siris families came into contact with after they got their first TV. One of the American dramas.

"They live together? You mean they are married?" Jack was keenly aware that something was wrong. What impressed him most in his previous life was that the beautiful Didi married a doctor who came out of nowhere. I don't know that episode. It made many Siris people hate him, and it also made Jack hate American TV screenwriters for the rest of his life.

"Of course, it has been more than ten years. They are also the most enviable model couple of LADP. The police department invites them to participate in commemorative activities every year."

Jack let out a long sigh and leaned back on the passenger seat. Now that Hunter and Didi's relationship can independently separate from the original plot, he is more confident in saving Zoe's fate.

The two arrived home soon. Jack was about to go upstairs to sleep when he suddenly remembered something and said hello: "Hannah, if you have a chance, would you take me to visit Detective Hunter and Detective McCall?"

Hannah nodded in confusion, but didn't ask any more questions.

The next day, briefing conference room.

The commander on duty, Superintendent Wade Gray, walked into the noisy conference room with a gloomy face, and the police officers who were whispering to each other immediately fell silent.

Superintendent Gray's slightly middle-aged, fat face today looked more like the bottom of a pot that had been burned for twenty years and had not been washed. He took out a stack of A4 papers, distributed them one by one to everyone's desk, and then said loudly.

"This is an internal arrest warrant for Lance Selby. Yesterday this person violated his parole. If the danger level is one to ten, this person's level is twelve."

"This man was previously sentenced to five years in prison for attempted murder with a carpenter hammer. Whoever can pull him off the street will receive a heartfelt commendation from his superiors and two tickets to Sunday's Super Bowl football game."

Hearing the whispers below, Superintendent Gray paused and glanced at everyone with stern eyes.

"Attention, there is intelligence that this person may have accomplices and is very likely to possess automatic weapons. Everyone must be careful."

The wanted poster is for a white man with messy hair, about 35 years old, with ordinary appearance, only a pair of eye-catching eyes.

Jack and Angela came to the gun store, and Angela indicated that he would receive two more M12 automatic rifles in addition to the original Ithaca-16 shotgun today.

After checking the firearm, Angela asked Jack: "How is your long gun shooting?"

Jack carefully put the equipment into the trunk and replied: "It's about the same level as a pistol. The 100-meter target with mechanical sights is excellent."

Driving on the road, seeing that Angela had no other instructions, Jack was a little confused: "Why don't we try to find the wanted criminal?"

Angela looked confident: "The two groups will actively search for clues. We only need to pay attention to internal communications. To arrest such felons, we are not allowed to act alone. They will definitely call for reinforcements."

Angela is clearly more concerned about her lunch than the wanted criminal.

"What do we have for lunch today? Is it the fried one from yesterday? I like the taste of that very much."

Jack complained that this was another foodie, and answered honestly: "I originally made scallion noodles for three people in the morning, but Hannah took away most of it. I can give you the rest. I still have it here. There is rice, and the other side dishes are garlic broccoli and fried pork chops. We need to find a place with a microwave to heat it up at noon.”

"No problem, leave this to me. I know where to find the microwave."

Angela tilted her head and glanced at him, with curiosity in her tone: "Jack, are you really only 21 years old?"

Jack sighed: "If you are forced to be alone at the age of 18, relying on a small grocery store left by your parents to support yourself while saving money to go to college, then you can only learn to cook and take care of yourself."

"In fact, I have always been puzzled. You can easily find cooking tutorials online, and cooking it yourself can save money and satisfy your taste buds. Why do young people in this country prefer to only eat hamburgers?"

Angela laughed and said: "I think that's why I doubt your age. Your words and deeds make people feel closer to that old rookie. Only those who were born in the disco era would have such thoughts about you."

Jack nodded in agreement: "Indeed, John and I have more in common than Lucy."

He wished that a young and mature persona like his could be established as soon as possible, so that he would not have to worry about being seen out as a time traveler. Although Americans may not necessarily have this concept, they are still doing exorcism part-time as a pastor and are suspected by others. Demonic possession is more troublesome.

Angela looked at the young man who was driving seriously, staring at the overly handsome face and feeling slightly absent-minded.

"What's wrong?" After waiting for a long time and not hearing her speak, Jack turned to look at her.

"Nothing, I was thinking, if the young people in this country were as mature and self-disciplined as you, how easy our work would be." Angela touched her hot cheek and tried to hide her thoughts that were running away.

The patrol work in the morning was very relaxed. The two of them only issued two traffic tickets, and it was noon.

We came to the place where we had lunch yesterday. Angela actively took the big lunch box to the nearby convenience store to heat up food. Jack bought two bottles of Coke as usual. As soon as he sat down, he saw two other rookie groups arriving together.

"Hey, John, Lucy, is there any news about the wanted criminal?"

Lucy shook her head, but John looked a little excited and couldn't wait to sit down and said: "We found an accomplice of Lance Selby named Darius Nguyen. He has a gym registered under his name. We plan to finish the meal Let’s go there for lunch.”

Jack nodded: "If there is new news, remember to report it to the internal channel in time. This guy is very dangerous and cannot be dealt with by one or two groups of people."

After lunch, Jack and Angela continued to drive on the road. The daily life of patrol officers was so boring. In fact, although the beautiful country in the previous life was filled with guns and violent crimes, more than half of the front-line patrol officers had never driven a car in their entire career. gun.

Of course, in this strange world of American TV series, Jack never expected to live a peaceful life. Being a street patrol officer was not the career end he planned for himself. Maybe the FBI was a good option.

Of course, the higher you go, although relatively free, it also means higher risks.