"I love it, really." John said, taking a sip of his cigar.

The moonlight was beautiful tonight, and the beach was even more beautiful, and Jack and John were on a deck chair in front of the handsome men and women who were shivering and frozen into quail on the beach.

"You know what? I almost went to Hollywood with a talent scout in college, and he said that there was a role in Spielberg's "Saving Private Ryan" that was perfect for me. ”

John triumphantly flaunted.

"Did you play the role of Private Ryan who was saved?" Jack glanced at him with a subtle look.

John was surprised, "Well, I almost guessed it by you, but it's actually very close, it's the Ryan of the same name and surname that the protagonists in the show are looking for, and there are many scenes." ”

"Wow." Jack pretended to be surprised and sighed, this world is simply too interesting, isn't this what the actor who played John in the original world once experienced.

"So, do you regret it?" Jack asked.

"Not at all, I'm happy with my life now, and Caris said she wanted to have a child with me." John's answer was firm.

"Wow!" Jack was genuinely surprised this time, "I remember you said that you and your ex-wife's son are about the same age as me, right?" ”

John rubbed his head embarrassedly, "We haven't made a final decision yet, you know, Justis is only a year younger than me, and the risk of pregnancy is still quite high." ”

"Leave it to me, uh, I mean, I can help, uh, no, I mean I can take care of Grace, the kind that prepares for pregnancy."

Under John's unkind gaze, Jack almost choked on his own saliva.

The shooting in the distance seemed to come to an end for the time being, and Lyla wrapped herself in a thick bathrobe and walked back, and Red, who was standing by the side, hurriedly handed over a steaming cup of coffee.

"You taught this?" John spouted in their direction.

Jack shrugged, "Or else?" ”

The coffee was brewed with his help, and it tasted absolutely good, so you don't need to rinse your mouth with Coke.

Of course, he can only help here, Red is just because he is too precocious and lacks experience in interacting with the opposite sex of the same age, after all, normal people graduate from high school at the age of 18, and they must be 16 years old at the earliest.

It's good for a 12-year-old high school graduate not to be heavily bullied in high school, and don't expect another Normantic experience.

So Red is not a low emotional intelligence, on the contrary, as a psychologist, what he is good at is to understand people's hearts, and if he hadn't clearly received positive emotional feedback from Laila, he would have protected himself a long time ago.

Of course, Jack's little tricks only stop there, this kind of thing is only limited to helping the horse, there is no way to drive it, and the subsequent development is their own business, and it has nothing to do with others.

"Hey, thank you guys." The two talked a few words not far away, and Lyra walked over to Jack and John and politely thanked them.

"It's our job." John got up and snuffed out the cigar he had smoked.

"It's time for me to change shifts, too."

He rotated with another patrolman, one inside and one outside, and now it was his turn to patrol outside the beach.

"The director heard about me, and he brought forward my last scene to the next one, which means that my work can be done early tonight."

Leila looked pleased.

Jack glanced at the time, it was already past 12 o'clock in the evening, and according to his previous observations, if a scene went well, it would take about two or three hours from preparation to finish, which means that at most 3 o'clock in the morning, Lyla would be able to call it a day.

He nodded, indicating understanding, "We'll send you home when it's over, and then you may have to stay home for a few days, but it won't be long, and my colleagues and I will be able to find the suspect soon." ”

Just as Jack thought, before dawn the filming ended, John drove the police car in front of him, and he drove his "mammoth" like a full-time driver to a hillside neighborhood in West Hollywood.

Leila's villa is small but modern and has a nice surroundings, with a heated infinity pool in the south-facing backyard and a night view of the city lights.

Unfortunately, it was getting light now, and Jack just circled around the backyard and marked a few points, where a few large trees were higher than the courtyard wall and needed to be paid attention to.

After checking the house to make sure it was safe, John and his colleagues returned to the police car outside, where their work was not yet done and they needed to be guarded 24 hours a day, but another police car would take their place later.

"Great house."

Jack walked back to the living room and complimented.

"This is also what Mike helped me rent, I had only recently come to Hollywood from Houston, and my income was not stable, and I remember that Mike was in this living room at the time, and I had been grinding with that agent for a long time."

Leila laughed, "He's really nice to me, like family." ”

Jack is starting to like this girl a little, and she has a straightforward and outgoing temperament, which complements Rhett's personality.

"Drink something? Earl Grey or Chrysanthemum tea? Laila came home and seemed to relax all at once, went into the kitchen, and boiled water in an electric kettle.

"Oh, black tea, thank you." After Jack finished speaking, he walked over to Red, and as soon as he entered the door, he seemed attracted by a painting on the wall of the living room.

"What is this?"

"It's like a patchwork of photos." Rhett thought thoughtfully.

"Aha, I love this kind of art, it's like life, hazy and difficult." Leila stepped out of the kitchen and began to tidy up the sofa in the living room again.

"Just pack one for Red, he'll be with you, and I'll be leaving in no time." Before Jack could finish speaking, his phone rang.

"Jack, help!" The call was from Garcia, and his voice was panicked.

"Calm down, Garcia, what's wrong?" Jack was startled, and hurriedly walked out of the door and stood under the porch.

"Emily, Emily just got shot! And Leila's agent, who has just been taken to the central hospital. ”

Before the call to Garcia was over, John walked out of the police car parked outside with his phone.

"Jack, Carice called me and said your friend was taken to the hospital, but it's fine, she's wearing body armor and the bullet didn't penetrate."

John's wife, Carris, is the head of the emergency room at the Central Hospital, and she is an acquaintance of Emily.

"OK, Garcia, don't be nervous, my friend at the hospital said Emily is fine, inform Rosie and they, we'll meet at the hospital."

Jack hung up the phone and asked John again, "How is another person injured?" ”

John picked up his phone and said a few more words before replying, "The bullet hit the collarbone and there was some blood loss, but it wasn't life-threatening." ”

(End of chapter)