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

It was okay that Clay didn't understand Korean, but Jack was very upset, feeling that he had overestimated the bottom line of these guys.

"We're in a hurry to get to the subway station in front, and it looks like you need a little help." Jack didn't bother to pay attention to these idiots and directly stated his purpose.

"Ah, no, no, it's just a small matter, we can handle it." Although the horse-faced squad leader was a head shorter than the two of them, he still tried to straighten his chest and forced himself to look as if nothing had happened.

He turned around and yelled to several of his subordinates, "Where's Xidao? Have you called him?"

"I called him more than ten times, but he didn't answer." A criminal police officer replied with a bitter face.

"Asibaba." The horse-faced squad leader put his hands on his hips and turned half a circle on the spot. He looked hesitantly at the mentally ill man who was still standing in front of the store and waving a knife around. He then looked at the two foreign policemen who were smiling at him. Finally, he gritted his teeth and moved forward hesitantly.

"Hey, squad leader, be careful."

Three loyal subordinates rushed forward to protect their boss, but when the mentally ill man saw so many people trying to get close, he simply grabbed the shelf at the door of the store and threw it at them.

"Don't come over!"

"Put the knife down, you little bastard!"

Seeing that the bunch of losers were scared back again, Clay rolled up his sleeves impatiently and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Jack, who pointed to the side at him.

A man with a very rough figure and appearance was pushing through the crowd and walking towards here quickly. Although he was wearing an expensive blue suit and his short hair was barely blown into a hairstyle,

But with that face full of fat and the muscular body that can't be hidden, he looks like a gang thug, and a pretty capable fighter at that.

"Do you know him?" Clay asked doubtfully.

"I don't know him." Jack held back his laughter and shook his head. He had indeed never seen him in this life, but he was quite familiar with him in his previous life.

Isn’t this the last man in Korea, the ancient Greek god in charge of big dicks, Ma Dong-seok, the toilet god of war whose “basic attack comes with critical hits and stun”?

"Brother, you're here." A smart criminal policeman turned around and saw the strong man and quickly bowed respectfully 90 degrees.

"What happened?" Ma Dongxi is actually quite tall, close to 180cm tall, but his horizontally grown body makes him look like a large gasoline barrel.

"Ah, you are finally here. What have you been doing? Another weekly blind date?" The horse-faced squad leader looked relieved.

The two lumps of fat on Ma Dongxi's slightly chubby cheeks trembled, and he scratched his head subconsciously, and his originally fierce-looking fat face suddenly became more silly.

"Oh my god, a prosecutor from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs asked me to receive some foreign guests and I must dress smartly. As a result, I waited in the subway station for a long time in vain."

"Hey! Brother, you've become rich since you were promoted to the Wide Area Search Team. You can even receive foreign guests."

"Brother, is it the kind with big blond and blue eyes and waves?"

"Brother, please help the younger generation to broaden their horizons!"

Ma Dongxi's hair, which was originally blow-dried, had been completely messed up by himself. He pushed away the noisy juniors surrounding him with a bit of annoyance. He looked at the two speechless FBI agents at the side with doubt and uncertainty in his eyes.

"Are you the team leader Ma on the phone?" Jack smiled and took the initiative to extend his hand, introducing himself and Clay again. "Sorry, the road was blocked, so we couldn't make it in time."

"Aha, don't be so polite. I'm Ma Xidao. I didn't expect your Korean is so good. This is not your problem. I'll solve it right away."

After saying that, Ma Dongxi, er, here he should be called Ma Xidao, slapped the back of the head of the younger brother closest to him in annoyance, pointed at the mentally ill patient at the door of the convenience store and asked, "What's wrong with that guy?"

"He claims to be Xiaoxin from Yeongdeungpo. He is a lunatic who just escaped from a mental hospital. There are two hostages in the store, the owner and her daughter who is a college student."

When the younger brother saw Ma Xidao, he immediately seemed to have a backbone and acted eager to try, "Brother, how about we go together?"

Jack and Clay also stepped forward, "We can help too."

"Hey, no, no, how can we let foreign guests do it themselves? I think we should call the SWAT team. It's too dangerous. God knows what this lunatic can do."

The horse-faced squad leader looked nervous and was still muttering to himself, but was ignored.

"Ah, you guys." Seeing everyone split up, he was not angry, but just stood there nervously and whispered, "Hey, remember to be gentle, there are people watching around here, be careful of the impact!"

"Help my guys attract that bastard's attention. I'm going in through the back door." Ma Xidao spoke fluent English. After saying this, his seemingly bloated figure disappeared into the alley behind the convenience store with extremely agile movements.

Jack and Clay stood out from the crowd in Korea in terms of height and body shape. In addition, they were wearing white shirts and black suits, and had European and American looks. As soon as they appeared at the door of the convenience store, they attracted the attention of the knife-wielding madman.

"You foreigners? Huh?" The mentally ill man waved a knife to stop the two men from getting any closer. He retreated into the store while muttering a lot.

"Black Super Police or something else? Where are your sunglasses? I am a gangster, I am not afraid of you! You guys are a bunch of bastards! Do you know how tiring my life is? My mom is from Shuntian, she can't even cook!"

Ah, what is this? Jack's Korean was improved purely by the system skills before the trip. His authentic accent seemed to be quite impressive, but language also requires accumulation. The system is powerless to understand folk slang.

Fortunately, this country doesn't have many things of its own. Occasionally, when you hear a proverb or something, you can understand it by thinking about it for a while, such as chanting scriptures into a cow's ears.

But they were powerless to stop the madman's nonsense, and Clay didn't understand a word of it. The two of them just looked at each other coldly, slowly approaching each other step by step. Their strong aura even frightened the mental patient, making him retreat again and again.

"He still seems to have some sense." Jack complained to Clay calmly, his eyes wandering around the entrance of the convenience store, but unfortunately there was not even a broom nearby.

Is he really going to stage a bare-handed grabbing of a knife? He wasn't worried about getting hurt or anything, but just wanted to maintain the external image of the FBI. He and Clay were both dressed well today. When they went out, they only brought one set of such high-end suits. It would be a pity if it got scratched.

The two of them swaggered to the entrance of the convenience store. The mentally ill patient had already retreated completely inside the store. Seeing that a conflict was about to break out, suddenly a loud noise in the store attracted everyone's attention.

"Asba." Ma Xidao, who had been planning to sneak in through the small warehouse from the back door, froze in place. His hands, which were barely holding onto the shelf, loosened and all the instant noodles and snacks on it scattered to the ground.

"Asibaba, brother, you really are." A criminal police younger brother, who had been cautiously rubbing against the two FBI agents, not knowing whether to protect them or to take advantage of the numbers to gain courage, suddenly felt like he had found an opportunity, and pounced forward, wanting to pounce on the mentally ill patient who had turned his back to them.

As a result, when his body was halfway in the air, Jack grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back. Almost at the same time, a flash of a knife brushed past the tip of his nose.

"Stand back, stay away from me, do you all want to die? I'm going to kill you all!" The madman reacted very quickly, and with a turn, the sharp knife in his hand almost disfigured the criminal police's face.

"Let your eldest brother handle it." Jack patted his shoulder and pushed the frightened detective behind him. Ma Xidao, who was discovered on the other side, was too lazy to waste time and swaggered towards the madman who pointed a knife at him again.

"Hey, Shin-chan, let's chat."

"What do you want to do?" The madman raised the sharp knife in his right hand high and kept swinging it at Ma Xidao, trying to stop this burly guy from getting close to him.

"This is our first meeting, so let's just chat. Put down the knife. It's too dangerous to play like this. Be obedient, okay?" Ma Xidao did not stop walking, even faster and faster, and directly forced the madman into a corner.

"Ah!" The madman, who had no way to retreat, roared and rushed towards Ma Xidao with a knife.

"I fucking told you to put the knife down." Ma Xidao muttered to himself, and nimbly dodged the sharp knife that was stabbing at him. He grabbed the madman's wrist, twisted his waist and spun around, then smashed him onto the shelf next to him with a beautiful windmill.