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

Everyone chatted for a while, and when Kim heard that her father had secured a chance for her to become a star, and that he was working in the same company as her idol Leila, she was so happy that she hugged her new friend Alexis and cheered.

Cassel knew a little bit about what Jack was doing secretly, and as a related practitioner, he was somewhat skeptical about this ambition to build a new entertainment empire.

He is well aware of how difficult it is to avoid the encirclement of old companies that have vast resources and to embark on a new track.

Short play projects are indeed very popular nowadays and can be considered a dark horse, but every year there are countless dark horses that crash into the wall, just like the ups and downs of startups in Silicon Valley.

When everyone is talking about which "unicorn" companies have emerged this year and words like IPO, no one cares about those unknown companies that were not favored by investors and eventually collapsed due to lack of funds.

After all, friendship is friendship and business is business. As a well-known writer with more than ten best-selling books, Cassel's best choice is naturally to wait for the right price.

Of course, Jack had no intention of forcing their friendship to cash in. All he wanted was the adaptation rights to a few not-so-famous novels in Cassel's hands.

There were too many people who were attracted to the first book in Cassel's just-became-hot Nicky Hitt series, Heat Wave, and even though he and Chris had just made a fortune, the money wasn't meant to be spent.

The specific copyright negotiations were naturally handled by professional business personnel and lawyers sent by Chris. The progress was slow but Jack was not in a hurry. Nothing can be accomplished overnight in the initial stage.

Soon Red appeared backstage with Leila, and Kim got the autographed photo she had longed for. The two girls immediately turned their eyes to Cassell.

"OK, let's go meet the queen of rock and roll together." Cassel shrugged with a smile and took them to ask the staff about Joan Jett's lounge.

"Do you want to take a day off tomorrow? Spend more time with your daughter." After sending Leila to the car, Jack asked Brian who was driving.

"The day after tomorrow. Kim will be attending a science fair tomorrow. I will send Leila on the plane tomorrow and return to Los Angeles a day later."

The smile on Brian's face has never disappeared since he saw his daughter. He is a typical daughter slave.

Nothing happened that night. Jack's part-time job as a temporary bodyguard also came to an end. He spent half a day leisurely in the office, and then continued to work in his vegetable garden at noon.

Several pumpkin plants have already produced fist-sized fruits, so he added some fertilizer, hoping that the pumpkins will grow quickly so that they can be made into pumpkin lanterns on Halloween.

Pumpkin is a good thing. It is also good for stewing millet porridge, and the pumpkin seeds can be fried and cracked.

As a result, a mission came in the afternoon. A murder had just occurred in the jurisdiction of the 12th Precinct of the NYPD where Detective Beckett, Cassell's muse, was located. While they were tracking down the identity of the deceased, they found a large number of guns, ammunition and suspected spy equipment in the apartment where he lived.

Considering that the deceased was a Saudi national and worried that the case might be related to terrorism, the NYPD informed the FBI of the situation.

When this happened, Dana Moger naturally thought of Jack first and called him directly, asking him to find out the situation as soon as possible.

When Jack drove a Dodge Hellcat to the 12th Precinct, he saw Cassel and Beckett discussing the case in the coffee room as expected.

"What's going on?" Jack took the photo handed to him by Beckett and drooled in envy at the dazzling array of guns displayed on it.

His personal gun collection had been stagnant since he came to New York, and the small farm Chris bought for him remained largely untouched except for a "fallout shelter" underground.

The Gatling gun that Jack used to great effect is now back in Chris's hands, or to be more precise, it has entered the secret arsenal of the Wolfe brothers.

After the collapsed building was rebuilt, as no one was at home all year round, he could only temporarily hand over his collection of weapons in Los Angeles to his two brothers for safekeeping, including the LG5A grenade sniper rifle produced in a certain big country in the East.

There are not many weapons in the photo, but each one is a high-quality one, including the German HK433 assault rifle, the AX308 sniper rifle produced by the British Precision International, and the American Taran Tactical Innovations JW4 TTI Viper pistol, etc.

"Did you guys rob some killer or gun enthusiast's lair?" Jack couldn't help but marvel at the two JW4 TTI Viper pistols, especially those two. He had only seen them once in "John Wick 4" in his previous life and had never had the chance to touch them in real life.

"It could also be a spy." Cassel handed Jack a cup of coffee. "Kevin and Esposito also found a lot of eavesdropping and tracking devices."

"So you haven't confirmed the identity of the deceased yet?" Jack saw that it was American coffee, and after taking it, he added double the sugar.

"We know his name, Hasim Farouk, a student at Columbia University, with a military background, a former commando in the Saudi Special Forces."

Beckett handed Jack the documents with the photo in his hand and continued, "As for his financial situation, there is a Swiss bank that transfers 50,000 US dollars into his account every month."

"Oh, he is 25 years old and a sophomore? Have you asked his classmates?" Jack quickly finished reading the few thin pages of information and had no idea for the time being.

"I just talked to some of his classmates, and it seems that no one has noticed Hasim in class, or even knows who he is. This guy is like an invisible man." Beckett shook his phone.

On the other hand, Cassel has already begun to use his imagination as a writer, "He is hiding in plain sight, a foreign agent who is performing some special reconnaissance mission."

"Then he fired at a speeding van and was hit and killed. If such an agent were written into a novel, readers would probably criticize him to death, right?"

Jack returned the case files he had read to Beckett and complained sarcastically.

"Wow, look who's here. Long time no see, FBI boy. Oh, by the way, should I call you Supervisory Agent Tavoler now?"

Esposito walked into the coffee room, smiled and bumped fists with Jack, then handed the information in his hand to Beckett.

"Kevin is still looking for the van that caused the accident through traffic surveillance, but things about Hasim are getting more and more weird." As he spoke, he snatched the coffee that Cassell had not had time to drink, moistened his throat and continued.

"The technicians checked the surveillance equipment in his apartment and found that the connected bug was installed in another luxury apartment less than 800 meters away from his home."