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

Chapter 71 Outgrown branches

When an American catches a cold, even those with medical insurance are reluctant to go to the hospital, because usually the doctor will send them home directly and advise them to drink more ice water, take a few vitamin C tablets, and rest in bed.

Some people may be obedient, but regardless of the effect, this treatment plan is not very friendly to other people.

Being on bedrest means temporarily giving up work, having no income, not being able to attend planned parties, and not being able to spend the long-awaited weekend with your beloved sweetheart.

This is definitely unacceptable, but if you want to drink water to reduce inflammation and quickly eliminate the side effects caused by the cold, such as body aches, stuffy nose and runny nose, just like Siris did, then be honest Registration queue.

Except for private hospitals reserved for wealthy people, most people may have been cured of their colds for half a month by the time they get treated in public hospitals.

Therefore, such people can only make another choice, just like Siris before 1949. When most poor people did not have access to any medical resources, the Dayan soil that could "cure all diseases" became a legend. of miracle medicine.

In the contemporary beautiful country, cousins ​​of Dayan soil, Oxycontin and phenolphthalein synthesized through modern chemical industry, are also packaged as this miracle drug.

Got a cold? Take three pills a day and say goodbye to general discomfort.

toothache? Take three pills a day, and the pain will disappear after the tooth nerve is completely rotted.

Girl, aunt is in pain? Take three pills a day and you can easily survive until your relatives leave.

Then within a month these people will find that they can no longer live without these little painkillers.

How prevalent are opioids in this beautiful country? One statistic can explain it all. A country with a population of just over 3 million consumes 80% of the world’s opioids. There is something in the trunk of Jack’s police car, an ordinary LAPD officer. There is a first aid kit, which always contains a spray called naloxone, which is specially used for first aid for people who are in a dying state due to overdose of opioid drugs.

"So the robbers actually came here for these prescription drugs?"

Jack's question was answered.

Angela pointed to the nails in the wooden board.

"Did you see the fragments of the plastic bag above? The pills were packed in the plastic bag. When they were pulled out, they were torn and a few pills were spilled."

Jack could roughly picture what happened at that time.

The murderer may have relaxed his vigilance after getting what he wanted, and may even have planned to take a few pills on the spot and then go downstairs to join his fellow beasts.

As a result, the deceased thought he saw an opportunity and tried to snatch the weapon from the opponent's hand. In the chaos, gunfire rang out, and he found that the murderer who had killed the person took his accomplices who had finished the job and fled in a hurry.

"It seems that the case is not complicated, so how should we find the murderer next?"

Angela was operating her cell phone and asked without raising her head.

"What would you do if it were you?"

It was like returning to the police academy to take the graduation exam. Jack quickly recalled the knowledge he had learned in his mind.

"Well, find out who the deceased knew. Anyone who knew he had these prescription drugs must have some connection with him."

"Find his classmates and close friends. The deceased was just a teenager. It is impossible to obtain these contrabands by himself. Some of these people must know something, and the murderer may even be among them."

"Then exclude the elderly, children, and those whose height and shape do not match the description of Christine and his wife, and then investigate their backgrounds one by one to see if any of them are related to D products or contraband."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Angela lit up the phone screen at Jack.

"I found his school, an expensive private prep school not far from here. Let's go and ask."

In the afternoon, as soon as Jack and Angela returned to the branch, they were called to the office by Superintendent Gray.

"Has your investigation produced any results?"

Jack silently turned his eyes to Angela. He was just a facilitator and should know how to shut up when he shouldn't be in the limelight.

Angela, as an authentic old beauty, would not be humble and polite at this time.

"We talked to some of the deceased's friends and the deceased had undergone phased addiction recovery treatment three months ago, but Kristen and his wife said nothing about it."

"This is also consistent with the secretions we found at the corners of the deceased's mouth. This will only occur in people who have suffered from bronchitis or are addicted to opioids."

The corners of Superintendent Gray's mouth raised slightly. At this time, facing Angela, he became the examiner.

"But accessing the deceased's addiction recovery treatment records requires a court order. You have less than 20 hours left. How are you going to find his drug addict friends?"

Angela answered calmly with a smirk.

"Fortunately, I brought along the youngest and most handsome male officer of the Wilshire Police Department. He easily got the name of the suspect from the ex-girlfriend of the deceased, Bruno Winch, who lived in the Highland Park area. "

"While the deceased Jeff was in school, he had been selling prescription drugs to his rich second-generation classmates on this person's behalf."

Superintendent Gray was very satisfied, opened the office door and walked out.

"I'm coming to the judge to apply for an emergency search warrant. You go notify Bradford and Harper to act immediately."

"Wortfalk."

Angela cursed angrily. When everyone broke into Bruno Winch's house in full force, they saw a body lying in a pool of blood. Next to the body were a bloody baseball bat and a machine. Broken mobile phone.

"White sneakers, red triangle, this Bruno Winch is the guy who abused Mrs. Christine."

Superintendent Gray put away his pistol and kicked the shoes off the corpse's feet.

"This way of death is miserable enough. The D dealers who are fighting among themselves shouldn't be so cruel to order illegal drugs. Isn't execution-style execution what they are good at? Kneel down and shoot someone from the back of the head."

Jack muttered, and squatted down unwillingly, trying to get the pulse of the other person's neck, but unexpectedly, the corpse opened its eyes suddenly, startling everyone present.

After sending the seriously injured dealer Bruno Winch to the hospital, Angela and Jack looked at each other. They took the opportunity to see their old lover, John, and pulled Jia Lisi to ask about the situation.

Jia Lisi shook her head: "Severe brain injury, there is a high probability that he will be in a vegetative state even if he is revived. Now the patient is in a deep coma and it is impossible to wake up in a short time."

Angela sighed. It was already 7 o'clock in the evening. Superintendent Gray only gave them 24 hours, which means that at most noon tomorrow, if they still can't catch another murderer or obtain decisive evidence, this The case is about to be handed over to a regular police detective.

The case has been investigated to this point, and the context is basically clear. Even if it is handed over to a fool to solve the case, it is only a matter of time. And what they lack most now is time. Once the case is handed over, it means that their previous efforts were for others. Make a wedding dress.