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

"Gulp, gurgle, gurgle"

"puff"

A splash of cold water poured over his head, Grayson Faber woke up from his coma, his eyes were confused, and a small piece of leek leaf was stuck on his face.

Opposite him, Jack had just finished a call with Alice. Seeing this scene, he felt sick and subconsciously stood a step away from him.

Ma Xidao put down the water cup, crossed his arms, which were thicker than an ordinary person's thighs, across his chest, and glared at Grayson Faber with a bad face, which instantly sobered him up.

"I swear, I have nothing to do with Jessica's affairs, please."

"Then why are you running?" Clay sneered and handcuffed him.

Grayson Faber looked at Jack, then at Ma Xidao who was watching him eagerly, and subconsciously shrank towards Jack, saying in a voice as thin as a mosquito, "I was panicked for a moment. You are the FBI, how could they come to my door in Korea?

I mean, I saw the news and I knew what happened to her and it was horrible.”

"So tell me, when was the last time you saw Jessica?" Clay continued to ask. Jack, who was standing next to him, seemed to be fiddling with his phone nonchalantly, but he was actually observing her micro-expressions.

"It was several days ago, in a nightclub in Itaewon." Grayson Faber answered every question and seemed very cooperative.

"Yes, we checked the nightclub surveillance, and it seems that your attitude at that time was not very friendly." Clay reached out and lifted him from the ground and let him sit on a chair.

"Of course, that bitch almost made me lose my job, and I went to ask her why she did that to me."

Jack was almost amused by this guy. It's not like they hadn't investigated before coming here. "Isn't it because you have been harassing her before?"

"Oh, come on, is a few phone calls considered harassment?" Grayson Faber just raised his head when he was startled by Ma Xidao, who was staring at him coldly with an expressionless face, and quickly lowered his head again.

Clay sneered, "Fortunately you teach English instead of math, otherwise it would be too misleading for the students. How many calls or hundreds? Think about it before answering. Let me remind you again, even in Korea, lying to the FBI is still a felony."

Seeing that he lowered his head and said nothing, Jack continued to exert pressure, "And you once showed up downstairs of her residence in the middle of the night. This is very similar to what you did to another girl in Tallahassee, Florida, right before you smashed her head with the butt of a pistol.

Things escalated step by step, and we have sufficient reason to suspect that you are the murderer."

Grayson Faber was so scared that he almost jumped out of his chair and shouted in defense, "I swear to God, I had nothing to do with Jessica's death. I went straight home after leaving the nightclub that day.

I admit that I wanted to use the fact that she hooked up with rich Korean guys in nightclubs to blackmail her, but the woman didn't care at all, and the agency was used to it, so I was really ready to give up.

There are plenty of young girls here. As long as you can speak fluent English, you can buy a few drinks at any bar and take one home to spend the night with you. I have figured it out. There is no need to keep eyeing on a bitch. "

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"You just let him go like that?" Ma Xidao, who was waiting outside, pretended to be surprised when he saw Jack and Clay coming out of the embassy.

Jack knew that this big guy was actually quite smart, so he deliberately tried to test him, "You are also a police officer specializing in criminal cases, and you must have solved many homicides. How suspicious do you think Grayson Faber is?"

"If it's really a serial murder case as you said, that guy just now made me want to beat him up, but he is still far from being a perverted killer." Ma Xidao told the truth.

"His suspicion has been ruled out for the time being." Jack showed him the investigation data that Alice had just sent him on his phone. "We found that he went to Thailand two weeks ago and stayed there for nearly a week. So he was not in Korea when the first victim, Barbara Walker, was killed."

"Then why did you send him back to his country?" Ma Xidao's originally gloomy expression improved a lot. Just now he thought that these Americans were playing the same trick again and sending the suspected criminals back to their country first.

Of course Jack knew what he was suspecting, and it was no wonder that Koreans were so sensitive. After all, this was not the first or second time that the US troops stationed in South Korea had done this. Previously, soldiers who raped and murdered families in South Korea escaped legal sanctions in this way.

"After hearing about Grayson Faber's criminal record, the agency canceled his work visa. In two hours, he will be put on a plane back to the United States."

Jack's words were a bit euphemistic. In fact, the main reason was that the FBI's on-site investigation scared the agency called "Dawn Land".

With the idea of ​​less trouble being the better, they found an excuse to cancel Grayson Faber's work visa, and Jack and Clay simply handcuffed him and sent him directly to the embassy.

Ma Xidao looked at the sky. It was still some time before dark. "So what should we do next? I sent two people to the Clean Environment Bureau to investigate. The earliest we can get the results is tomorrow."

"Let's find a place to exercise? Can you recommend a suitable gym?" Jack suggested. It was still early for dinner, and Jubal and others were still busy at the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency.

Clay's eyes lit up, "It would be best if there was a fighting ring." He looked at Ma Xi with "bad intentions".

"Asibaba, we must have a good meal tonight." Ma Xi said with a nonchalant look on his face.

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"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of muffled thuds rang out in the boxing ring. Ma Xidao and Clay's hard-hitting fighting style made the group of protein powder-consuming fitness hunks around them turn pale. Some of the shirked guys even subconsciously clamped their legs together.

Although Clay is half a head taller than Ma Xidao, the two have similar weights and can barely be considered opponents in the same weight class. However, the latter's body fat percentage is much higher than the former's.

Unlike the requirements for body fat percentage in fitness, in boxing or fighting competitions, the larger the weight class, the more lenient the requirements for body fat percentage.

Ma Xidao's body fat percentage is about 15%, and he even has a small beer belly. His abdominal muscles are not obvious, but his movements are incredibly agile, reminding Jack of a certain agile fat man active in the Hong Kong film industry.

Although both of them were fighting in free-fighting, Ma Xidao mainly used boxing techniques. His style was somewhat similar to Tyson's "peekaboo" (hide-and-seek) style, focusing on getting close and then delivering heavy blows, which were fatal.

Clay is taller and has longer arms than Ma Xidao, and his reaction is also not slow. Logically, he should have had the advantage, but as soon as the two of them started fighting in the boxing ring, he began to regret it.

Even according to the rules of free fighting, it was just a sparring in the ring and not a real fight. Although he tried hard to increase the distance between them and wanted to finish off his opponent in the middle distance, Ma Xidao's flexible and frequent footwork and diving and dodging made him very uncomfortable.

Both of them have a body shape with fat wrapped around muscles, but Ma Xidao's muscles wrapped in fat are obviously more resistant to blows. Occasionally, he can easily cut into the inner circle after taking a punch, and then he will launch a series of powerful combination punches, which makes Clay retreat again and again.

"Would you like to take a break?"

Jack, the referee, smiled as he watched Clay swinging his arms desperately. Just now, Ma Xidao dodged sideways and punched left and right continuously, then dodged downward, and then threw a heavy punch with his back hand and a left hook, which almost broke Clay's defensive frame.

"I'm not going to fight anymore. I'm no match for him in the boxing ring." Clay admitted defeat very graciously. In fact, he also knew that the opponent's physical fitness was definitely not as good as his. If they kept moving around, it would be hard to say who would win or lose in the end.

But he was just a little excited when he saw Ma Xidao's attack. There was no conflict between them and they were not here to fight to the death. After experiencing the opponent's powerful punch, he was satisfied.

"Ah, I haven't felt this tired in a long time." Ma Xidao's whole body was greasy and his boxing shorts were soaked with sweat. After biting open the straps of his boxing gloves, he threw them away and sat down on the ground in an ungraceful manner.