Jack smiled shyly and pointed to the corner of his grazed mouth, indicating that he was not intact either.

"Maybe that guy has brittle bones, the situation was more urgent, and I had to give it my all."

In fact, although Jack's fighting skills have reached mastery, he can quickly solve the two killers today, and he really doesn't use any skills, it all depends on his superhuman physique, the thin arms and legs of the female killer can't be broken at all, and the muscles of the bald man look bluffing, but it's basically just a look, not much stronger than the gym god of war.

If you really want to replace it with the killers with barcodes tattooed on the back of their bare heads, Jack doesn't want to give up the gun in hand-to-hand combat, and he has to brush himself with healing before shooting a black gun.

Ray King and David Rossi seemed to be familiar with each other, and they didn't know what they had crossed paths before, and after a while of whispering, the thin old man left a few IRS agents to protect Messia, and left in a hurry.

David Rossi didn't come specifically for Jack, he should have come to LA for something and came to see him temporarily, but it can be seen that he is very satisfied with Maureen's recommendation.

Knowing that Jack stayed up all night, he was still very concerned and asked him to go back to rest early, and put on a leadership style early.

"We'll see each other again soon, and hopefully our first collaboration will go well."

Leaving behind a sentence without a beginning or an end, David Rossi said goodbye and left the hospital.

"Long time no see, huh?" When the idlers finally left, Maureen looked at Jack with a strange look.

Jack, who offered to stay behind to take Professor Cahill home, looked ill-intentioned.

"There is an old saying in Seris, which says that if you don't see each other for a day, you will be separated by three autumns, which means."

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Before Jack finished his administrative leave this time, he was dragged out of the house by John and stuffed into his newly bought Toyota Tantu.

Until he saw the street sign in the San Fernando Valley, someone couldn't help but be a little scared, could this old rookie have added some side hustles recently?

"Where the hell are we going?"

John didn't make it clear, Jack had the heart to jump out of the car, he has always been a performer, this place is too dangerous, making movies or something, no matter how much money you have, you can't do it.

"The car you asked for was found." There was a smug look in John's tone.

"A classic muscle car from the 80s, it is said to be very well preserved, and the owner only pays 5,000."

"The 80s? Only $5000? ”

Jack suspects that if it's not something wrong with his ears, it's John's brain.

His second-hand broken car cost 3,000 yuan at the beginning, and the muscle cars of the 80s were not those classic cars with value-added space, so why dare to sell for 5,000 dollars?

"You'll be pleasantly surprised when you see it, I swear!"

John swore an oath, and Jack could only take it with reservations.

Forty minutes was not too far away, and soon John pulled into a farm and stopped in front of a dilapidated barn under the guidance of an old man who looked to be at least 80 years old.

"Hello Mr. Robbins, please let my friend take a look at your baby."

Looking at John's appearance as if he had come on a pilgrimage, if he wasn't familiar with this guy's personality, Jack would almost have thought that he had colluded with the seller to fool people.

The old man came to the barn door tremblingly, and tried to open it with difficulty, but Jack and John hurriedly stepped forward to help.

"This, this. Is this KI Pontiac Firebird? ”

Jack was dumbfounded, pointing to the black sports car in the middle of the barn, and stammered excitedly.

John had a look on his face that he knew you would be like this, and he triumphantly corrected: "This is a 1982 Pontiac Firebird Trans-AM to be exact." ”

Ignoring the thick dust accumulation on the car, Jack tried to open the cab door, and although he didn't have that iconic red breathing light on the front of the car at first glance, he was still a little disappointed when he actually saw that there were no bells and whistles in the cab, and there was no car-like steering wheel.

Well, there are really no sci-fi American dramas stitched together in this world, naturally there will be no Knight Industries, there will be no KITT, and there will be no World Destroyer 2000 rampant in Los Santos.

But touching the graceful and smooth streamlined lines of the body, Jack's tears almost fell.

In fact, John completely misunderstood Jack, he is not a fan of American muscle cars, originally he was just a little Ye Gong good dragon, Hannah's Ford Mustang Cobra GT500 has always made him covetous, so he pondered to make a second-hand American muscle car to play.

Unexpectedly, John actually helped find such a childhood dream of his childhood.

Seeing that Jack looked like he couldn't put it down, John used his expertise, chatted with the old man for a while, and actually cut the price by another 500 dollars.

After paying a deposit of 200 yuan, they made an appointment to find a truck to haul it a week later, and the two of them embarked on the return journey.

"It's dry in the barn, the car hasn't started in 30 years, but the odometer shows less than 2W miles, the body is very well preserved, and I also put you in touch with a tuning factory who promised to give the car a new lease of life for only 2,000 yuan."

John was very thoughtful, but Jack clearly wanted more, and he pondered the introduction of the car while using his phone, and soon had some new ideas in his mind.

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Today's Wilshire Police Department is particularly lively, not only is the outgoing Superintendent Anderson rarely appear, but Jack also sees several familiar faces.

David Rossi, dressed in an Italian handmade suit, and another strange middle-aged man stood next to Zoe, and the leader of the SWAT team, Hongdo, who had not seen him for a long time, also appeared in the back row of the conference room.

Even Tyler Kelly, the news host of a certain Channel 8, took the microphone and waited outside the conference room with the cameraman, waving at Jack vigorously.

Superintendent Gray looked serious, nodded and stood on the podium, "At five o'clock this morning, the California Women's Center Prison will transfer inmate No. 081316, whose name is Rosalind Dyer, a rare female serial murderer. ”

"She has been held in a separate personal cell for five years, and today, she will be handed over to our police department, and before I assign her assignment, I asked Director David Rossi of the FBI and Assistant District Attorney Sean Delmont to give a background on Prisoner Dale."

David Rossi politely greeted Superintendent Gray, then stood on the podium, his eyes swept over the crowd below, paused slightly at Jack's place, and showed a smile, as if to indicate that I said we would meet again soon.

"Good morning, everybody."

"Some of you may not be familiar with this case, which was captured by the FBI in 2015 after Rosalind Dyer tortured and killed seven people, and was finally sentenced to death."

"But there is evidence that the actual number of victims may be much higher, and even three of the seven known victims have not been found."

"Today, thanks to the efforts of the district prosecutor, a condition was reached with Dale, and she agreed to lead the police to find the place where the body was hidden."

David Rossi's last sentence was a little weird in tone, and although his English had always had a bit of an Italian accent, Jack swore he definitely heard the yin and yang in it.

(End of chapter)