Returning to the Wilshire Police Department after nearly a year, Jack felt like home, and in addition to those familiar faces, he also saw Tyler Kelly, the Channel 8 beauty news supporter who was looking at him.

But today she didn't look like a news host, she only wore light makeup, and she didn't have a cameraman with her.

However, most of them have not yet returned, such as Superintendent Gray, who is still at the scene to preside over the overall situation, dealing with the swarm of media, and many police officers are still at the scene to maintain order.

This kind of mass shooting, which is suspected of being a KB attack, involves both the DHS (Department of Homeland Security) and the FBI, and the LAPDs have to be forced to do their bidding.

But when it comes to going home, it's really going home, and not long after being invited into the lounge, people from all walks of life come over to greet Jack with various excuses.

Even the old salted fish Smidi came running and showed his face, almost patting his chest to assure him that all the mobile phones that had taken pictures of Jack and Hodchner's faces at the scene had been collected by them as evidence.

Tim personally came to take notes for the two of them, and it took less than an hour to complete it, after all, there wasn't much to say, and the two didn't know much more than the LAPD other than the coordinated killing of the gunman.

Hodgner made a few phone calls, mainly to reassure his wife in the ward, and by the way, he learned about the news from the FBI, and the BAU will not follow up on this case, and all the clues so far show that it was an unorganized shooting.

By the time Tim packed up his things and left, the small table in front of Jack and Hodgner was already filled with all sorts of snacks and drinks, all brought by the officers who had come to visit the two heroes.

"I didn't expect your popularity here to be so good."

Hodchner was also a little hungry, and opened a pack of wafer chocolates and couldn't help but sigh.

No way, almost everyone in the Wilshire precinct has tasted Jack's handiwork, including the cleaners who are responsible for cleaning.

Jack's cooking skills are all based on proficiency, and every day at work, in addition to preparing a hearty lunch for himself and his partner that day, he will also put the excess training results into the large refrigerator in the patrol lounge and paste sticky notes for casual use.

Over time, when you are hungry or hungry, it has gradually become a habit for everyone to come to the large refrigerator in the patrol lounge to find delicious food.

For this reason, even the old salted fish Smidi rarely did not lie flat, and he won a small sum of money from the guild funds and built a new large refrigerator for the patrol lounge.

Even after Jack left, it became a habit to fill the large refrigerator in the patrol office, and every once in a while, some family in the community would come to visit with their children and bring all kinds of food.

Of course, this kind of police-public relationship is also inseparable from the public welfare organizations that Cara Little participated in and some of the efforts of Zoe during her reign.

Adequate funding, full staffing, and providing some help to citizens on patrol are the resources and requirements that the policeman, who is backed by an old political family in California, has won for the police.

After Superintendent Gray took over, these traditions were well inherited, and every day there were people who were responsible for cleaning up the uneaten food and delivering it to several relief points in Wilshire.

Jack didn't know about the rest of the place, but as far as the LAPD was concerned, except for some special wealthy areas, the Wilshire Police Department was probably an area with harmonious police-community relations.

In the past, only people sent food to the fire station, and as for the police station, it was probably a good relationship if they didn't spit when they passed by.

"Hey, mind doing an interview?"

It's rare to be dressed in a little fresh today, Taylor Kelly, who is wearing a pink dress, poked his head out of the doorway, and dangled at the two people in the lounge with two bottles of Coke in his hand.

"Of course."

Jack smiled and nodded, "No, we've asked the LAPD to keep our identities a secret." ”

"You can interview anonymously, I promise not to reveal your identity, I didn't even bring a cameraman today."

Taylor Kelly pursed pink red lips and put on a resentful look.

"With our friendship, can't such a small request satisfy me?"

"The hypocrisy of beating a rake?" Jack hasn't forgotten that after this chick was saved by himself, he still wanted to use himself to bully Hannah.

Speaking of which, I don't know if the little war between her and Hannah has been won or lost during the half year that she has been absent, and it is worth gossiping about when I look back.

Taylor grinded his teeth in anger, and turned his gaze to Hodchner, who was a little unclear on the side, "Director Hodchner, you can take it."

"I'm sorry, but the identities of the members of the BAU team are kept strictly confidential, and I am in charge of all external affairs, this is my business card."

JJ, who was wearing high heels and an OL professional attire, walked quickly to the door, raised his hand and handed a business card to Taylor.

Although he had a smile on his face, his aura killed Taylor, who only wore light makeup today, appeared as the girl next door, and planned to play the emotional card with Jack.

Seeing JJ coming to pick them up, Hodgner and Jack got up to say goodbye, and when they passed Taylor, who looked grumpy, Jack winked at her.

"If you don't show up as a professional, I'll have a party at home tomorrow, and you're welcome to listen to the story."

Taylor is definitely not the only one who is curious, anyway, I haven't had a party for a long time, and while the BAU team is not busy, I simply hold a small party, and everyone should contact each other.

Of course, it won't work tonight, I already had a date with the two royal sisters, and now the sequelae are not as serious as before, but at this time, shouldn't you pretend to be serious?

While imagining how Zoe and Maureen would treat themselves tonight, Jack didn't notice the curious glances that JJ threw at him from time to time.

Back at the FBI building, Jack and Hodgner are greeted heroically by the rest of the group.

A shaky video was still playing on Red's computer, the only live video circulating on the Internet.

It should have been filmed with a mobile phone by a civilian who was not afraid of death at the scene, who was more than 100 meters away at the time, diagonally behind the two people.

Because it is too vague, coupled with the relationship between the angle and being blocked by the vehicle, I don't know the acquaintances of the two very well, and I can't recognize them at all, which is probably why this video was let go.

"In less than two hours, the playback volume of the turtle has reached 500W, and many people are inquiring about the true identities of the two of you."

"By the way, someone has already named Jack the Starbucks God of War."

Garcia, who came from the tech department to participate in the gossip, was very excited, and as one of the first insiders, she has been helping to block online messages.

"Where's Hodchner?" Jack asked curiously, judging from the video, Hodgner's performance was obviously more exciting, and he didn't look ordinary handsome when he fired with two guns in his hands.

After all, the average person can't tell who actually completed the kill from this blurry and shaky video.

"Two-gun man, suit man?" Red looked down at the comments at the bottom of the video, and the cheesy nickname made Hodchner, who was used to having a poker face, frown.

Ask for a monthly pass, even if it is for me to go to the bottom of the monthly pass list, there are fewer and fewer new collections every day.

(End of chapter)