Jack put the last nail on the cabinet in the sink and sat down on the floor, the day's progress was complete.

"Next time, remember to hit the head, criminals won't shoot you in the thigh, I don't have many friends, I hope that by the day I retire, there will be a lot of these guys around me."

John laughed, "Then I'm going to have to try to stay healthy, especially with my dentist, I don't want to wait until I'm in my 70s to bite into that delicious stew you made." ”

"That's okay, I have a lot of recipes for the elderly here, and you can enjoy them without teeth."

At noon, the two of them just mixed the simple pasta with Jack's homemade tomato sauce, served with a stewed egg with minced meat, sprinkled with black pepper, and praised John for eating.

For dinner, Jack stewed a chestnut roast chicken, considering that Lao Mei likes sweetness, added a little more sugar, and added an oyster sauce kale, accompanied by fragrant rice, and the guy was full of burps.

Sending off a satisfied John, Jack went back to the house and was about to start his routine workout, when his phone rang suddenly, looking at the unknown number displayed on the screen, his expression suddenly became serious.

"Jack Tawoller, a patrol officer at the LAPD Wilshire Bureau, has just been a newcomer for half a year, and he has already finished his internship early, and your resume is excellent, killing 5 criminals in less than 6 months."

Jack remained silent, this familiar electronic synthetic female voice had already made him guess who the other party was, and he replied very calmly.

"Thanks for the compliment, but it's not very polite to casually investigate someone's background, are you the friend of the guy in the suit the day before yesterday?"

The other party was silent for a while, as if he didn't understand Jack's calm attitude, and it took about a minute or so for the electronic synthetic female voice to come again.

"What do you know?"

"I don't know anything, but just like you guys do me, I'm interested in you."

The voice on the other side was silent again, as if he was very uncomfortable with the initiative of the conversation being taken away, and after a long time, the phone was suddenly hung up.

Jack put away his phone, thought about it, and rushed into the bedroom in three steps and two steps, and five minutes later, he left his house with a travel bag, got into the car, and drove to the Los Angeles airport.

Seven hours later, walking out of the Chicago airport, Jack pulled out a disposable cell phone he had bought at a convenience store before getting on the plane, made a call to the rental car company, and soon a black Honda car had been parked in front of him.

Taking the key from the driver, Jack called Abby Shuto's goth girl again: "Did you find it?" Address me. ”

Before 9 a.m., the blue Ford sedan stopped in the parking lot of a small mall on Wabashi Road in Plains Township, and Jack got out of the car and found one of the dazzling signs hanging on the front of the mall.

【ZZZ Accounting Firm】

With a satisfied smile on his face, he gently knocked on the door of the accounting firm's office.

"Please come in."

Hearing a deep male voice from inside, Jack walked into the office, where an unusually burly white man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing thin-rimmed black square-rimmed glasses, sat behind his desk, holding a P14 pistol equipped with an Osprey silencer in his right hand on the desk, facing him.

"Isn't it too unkind to treat a friend like this?"

Jack put down his duffel bag from his shoulder, casually dropped it on the floor by the door, and slowly pulled his coat open again, showing it off, indicating that he was not armed.

"I just got off the plane, and the FAA (Federal Aviation Administration) won't allow an ordinary LAPD patrol officer to carry a weapon on a flight."

"Who the hell are you?" Confused by Jack's style, "Batman" wanders his gaze, and he is not good at dealing with people, but now he has no idea how to deal with this strange young policeman in front of him.

"Jack Tawolle, LAPD Wilshire Patrol Officer, didn't your friend already investigate me? Mr. Christian Wolff. ”

Jack sat down at his desk, his eyes on each other until he avoided them again.

"Your friend called me yesterday, but I prefer face-to-face communication, so I took the liberty of visiting."

Christian Wolf put away the P14 and loosened his blue tie awkwardly.

"How did you find me? I looked at the angle of sunlight at that time, and you can't possibly spot the reflection of the scope. ”

Jack smiled, "Everyone has their own secrets, doesn't they, just like you." You could think that I have a sixth sense that is beyond the average person. ”

As he spoke, he took out five 10-cent coins from his pocket and placed them on the desk in front of him, face up, with George Washington's portrait on them.

Jack moved very slowly, lined up very neatly, and even carefully pointed Washington's head towards the other side, and when he put the last one, he seemed to be a little careless, and the direction of the portrait on the coin was a little crooked.

Christian Wolfe suddenly felt bad, he resisted the urge to reach out, the corners of his eyes twitched, and his fist under the table was clenched tightly.

"You see, you're not the only one with hacking friends, of course, now we're even."

Jack said, readjusting the crooked coin.

"Now tell me, what do you want me to do?"

The accountant's tense nerves relaxed suddenly, and his face improved a lot.

"We thought you were just an ordinary police officer and wanted to work with you for some mutual benefit, but now it seems that you don't need to."

Jack waved his hand: "No, no, no, you guys misunderstood, I'm really just an ordinary LAPD at the moment, can you elaborate on the cooperation your friend mentioned earlier?" ”

The accountant's face was still expressionless, but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes, but he still began to narrate in a calm tone.

"I've done some financial work for a couple of D-selling groups and have some information, so I need some friends to work with me."

"What do you mean by cooperation?" Jack was a little confused.

"Kill those D-owls, or send them to jail."

"Can't you do it yourself? It's like you did the day before yesterday. ”

The accountant shook his head: "I can't kill every bad guy who asks me to do accounting or launder money, that would damage my reputation in the underworld." ”

Jack smiled dumbly: "So you did it yourself yesterday because ......"

"That Cole tried to get his men to secretly take pictures of me, and he's the stupidest gang leader I've ever met."

Well, although I don't know the details, I can hear from the accountant's tone that there is a bit of personal grudge in it.

"Then why did you think of working with me? Just because my brilliant sixth sense made me aware of your presence from a few hundred meters away? ”

Jack was still a little puzzled, and couldn't think of a reason for the accountant to find him.