Early on Monday morning, Jack squatted in his back garden to clean up, having planted a bunch of fruit trees in a mess for the purpose of testing his skills, and now almost a year has passed, and although most of them are alive, not many of them are growing well.

Now that he has a little money in his pocket, and he doesn't have to pick and choose some small saplings, Jack simply cut down all the difficult guys in it.

Re-ordered a few cherry trees from a cherry farm in northeast Los Angeles, a cherry variety with golden yellow fruit called 'Rainier'.

Most of these cherry trees are between two and three years old, which means that they will basically be able to bear fruit around December next year.

When Jack was picking out the cherry trees, he also found a batch of grafted bayberry and loquat trees, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed, so he bought a few from the farmer and brought them home with the cherry trees.

Now his backyard is dominated by cherry trees on the left, a few bayberry and loquat trees on the right, and two mulberry trees, one female and one male, are kept in the middle.

In order to prevent himself from neglecting to take care of himself on a long-term business trip, he also signed a long-term agreement with the farm, paid a small deposit, and every month a gardener would come to check the condition of the fruit trees, and apply fertilizer and remove insects according to the situation.

Wearing a cowboy hat he bought in Texas, Jack worked under the sun for almost a day, beating his sore old waist, only to realize that he had been doing waist-wrenching work almost every day since returning to Los Angeles for a week.

He felt like a hard-working old scalper, these days he is either 'plowing the field' or on the way to 'plowing the field', sure enough, only children will want it all, and adults know that they can't stand it.

Taking out the pre-thawed steak and pre-prepared cold rice and eggs from the cold compartment of the new refrigerator, Jack hummed a little song and started dinner.

Hannah went on a business trip to San Francisco a few days ago, probably because it had just ended the New Year, and there seemed to be a lot of cases, and I heard that the FBI in the whole of California was about to overturn.

The phone rang suddenly, and seeing that it was Rosie's call, Jack, who was not free in his hand, directly clicked on the external playback.

"Hey, Rosie, what's the matter with me?"

Rossi's voice on the other side of the phone was as deep and powerful as ever, and full of Italian warmth.

"I'm sorry, your vacation is ending early, the FBI in Connecticut is asking for help, it's a high-profile kidnapping case, I don't have enough manpower, most of the recruited people haven't been in place yet, so I can only call you."

Hmm, is that what it feels like to be taken seriously by your leaders? Jack's men didn't stop, stir-fried the overnight rice with butter, made a stabbing sound, and replied cheerfully.

"No problem, I'll be on call when I leave."

"An hour and a half after the plane you have plenty of time to prepare, remember to bring your gun. Belch. Are you cooking? ”

Rosie, on the other side of the phone, seemed to be a little puzzled by Jack's movements.

"Yes, I'm preparing dinner, would you like to bring one?" Jack asked with a grin, joking.

When he opened a small stove for Red at the academy, Rossi seemed to have a soft spot for his fried rice, which seems understandable considering that he is from northern Italy.

"One may not be enough, we are a little far from the Los Angeles airport, we are rushing there, Dr. Rhett is in my car, and there is a beautiful lady with me."

It seemed that Rosie was heard mentioning his name, and the next moment, Red's brisk voice appeared on the phone.

"Jack, I want a dessert."

Jack rolled his eyes and opened the refrigerator to collect the ingredients, it would take him nearly 40 minutes to get to the airport here, and there was less than an hour left, which was enough to make a snack for Ya.

"I'm not your fairy godfather, I can't wave my hand to conjure up a beautiful evening dress and pumpkin carriage for you, what to eat, don't pick."

Before Jack hung up the phone, he seemed to hear a girl's chuckle from the other side, and sure enough, he was a beauty, and he could always trust Rossi, an Italian man, in terms of aesthetics and football.

Add some butter to the pot, pour in all the remaining overnight rice, fry it all, pour in the same amount of egg liquid and shrimp ham, Jack turned on the heat and stir-fried hard.

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Looking at the brand-new white Gulfstream business jet in front of him, Jack couldn't hide his shock.

This newly formed action group is inevitably a little overdone, this thing is not to mention seventy or eighty million dollars a fight, and I don't know how much I am worth to fly this thing back and forth.

Feeling a new appreciation for BAU's deep pockets, Jack followed Rossi onto the plane.

The cabin space is huge, there are only 8 seats in total, and two people have boarded the plane first.

On the table in front of Red was playing chess, and on the other side of the seat, there was a beautiful woman with brilliant blond hair and a slender figure, holding a stack of materials in her hand.

Seeing the two of them on the plane, Red pushed the chessboard, took the initiative to empty the table in front of him, and stared blankly at the incubator that Jack was carrying.

Jack's food wasn't so appealing to him, but this guy was like a kid and had no resistance to all kinds of desserts.

Placing the cooler in front of Red, Jack's eyes fell on the beautiful woman with long, shiny blonde hair.

The latter got up generously and took the initiative to stretch out his white and tender little hand to him.

"Jennifer Jeange, everybody calls me JJ, you can call me that, it's nice to meet you, Agent Tavole."

Jack also politely gripped the front half of her palm and shook it twice.

"You can also call me Jack, it's an honor to work with such a beautiful woman as you."

Rossi, who was the last to board the plane, introduced the two to each other.

"JJ, who has been an FBI for less than a year and previously worked for the NYPD, will be our public coordinator and the team's intermediary with the outside world."

"Jack is a local, the best marksmanship I've ever seen, and he's also pretty good at close combat, and I still remember the harrowing look of the big guy when we first met."

Rhett, who was on the side, opened a food box pressed with ice packs in the compartment of the incubator, let out an exclamation, and couldn't wait to dig a big spoonful of ice cream cake, squinting his eyes in satisfaction, and then added for Rossi.

"In fact, his driving skills are not bad, and when he was doing PIT training at the academy before, he not only defended against all the PIT attempts of the instructors, but also overturned the opponent's car."

Jack reached out and ruffled his curly hair, took out the other food boxes, and gave them to JJ and Rosie.

"Time is too rushed, bouillabaisse is a semi-finished product, let's try it."

Rosie opened the food box, and the aroma of butter mixed with the aroma of egg and seafood made him take a deep breath.

I will go out tomorrow to run errands, and I may send another chapter later, and if it is too late, the chapter that was originally in the afternoon may be delayed until the evening.

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(End of chapter)