Red has been busy in the small building for a long time, and with the assistance of several LAPD patrolmen led by John, he helped Jack clean up a lot of things.

It can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune, or it may be because the fire brigade came in time, and the fire caused little damage to Jack's study on the first floor, and the RPG did not hit this position.

So the Chinese books that Hannah gave to Jack as a gift, as well as the models of spaceships and large turnips that were specially displayed in the cabinet, were all intact.

Jack said that he could give the two whole cabinets of models to Red for safekeeping, provided that he was willing to help clean up the soot on them, and the latter looked so overjoyed that he didn't know that he thought it was given to him.

In addition, he asks Red to help recover his blown laptop data, which is his first detective book that is almost finished, and it is almost the end, which will make him explode on the spot.

Some of the things that might have been sensitive were moved to the basement and locked up, and the Wolf Brothers would take care of it after daybreak.

Other losses were more distressing to Jack, some spices that were hard to buy, and several large jars of medicinal wine and fruit wine that were commonly used to entertain guests.

The square table that has been placed in the living room and the large bathtub in the bathroom are not spared, both of which he made by himself, and he can't buy them with money, which is very memorable.

By the time everything was taken care of, it was almost early in the morning, and Jack returned to his bombed-up second-floor bedroom and opened a safe containing his Glock pistol and the FK7.5, as well as FBI credentials and some valuable documents such as insurance and real estate.

Putting all these documents into a bag and carrying them with him, Jack was still a little sentimental when he left, this house was technically his first home in the true sense of the word, but he didn't expect it to be gone.

Fortunately, the garage location was not affected, and the "mammoth" in Braxton was safe and sound, and Jack said goodbye to everyone for a while and went directly to Hannah's house.

Doyle is no longer a threat for the time being, and Jiejie will take Emily home first, and Hodchner has assigned an additional team of operatives to accompany her to protect her.

When Jack parked the car, he found the key and tiptoed open the door and entered the house, where he found Hannah sleeping soundly on the sofa in the living room, as he had done before.

He lowered his head and smelled the burnt smell on his body, and instead of carrying Xiao Tianniu directly into the bedroom as usual, he found a blanket to cover her gently, and then turned around and went into the bathroom.

Sure enough, as soon as he opened the bathroom door, he saw his change of clothes on the counter, Jack grinned, and warmth welled up in his heart, some things are not regardless of the cultural differences between the East and the West, and the feelings between men and women can be detected from the details.

With the sound of rushing water, the bathroom door that had just been closed also opened, and a female pervert sneaked in, intending to do something wrong.

An arm suddenly stretched out from behind the shower curtain, and Jack, who was already itching, pulled her into the shower and kissed her.

Well? Why is the size wrong?

Jack subconsciously pinched it again, not Hannah, not Zoe or Maureen, a little puzzled in his heart, isn't it a book plot that sneaks into the swishing official?

Turning off the spray, he wiped the water on his face, and then he saw the girl in front of him, "Tyler Kelly!" Why are you here? ”

Taylor was already weak, and he weakly pressed his little face against Jack's chest, and he didn't fall down by hugging the other party's neck.

"Why can't I be here, Hannah can, Anderson can, that psychiatrist can too, really when I haven't found anything?"

You're a fucking talent, and you've used all your investigative journalism skills in this place, right?

At the same time as Jack was in his heart, there was a rush of footsteps outside the bathroom, and Hannah entered in a menacing manner.

"I'll leave it to you." Jack gently pushed Taylor into her arms, not worried at all that he was misunderstood, he was the one who was attacked, and there was nothing to be sorry about.

Hannah dragged Taylor away, and soon the girl's howl could be heard in the living room.

When Jack came out of the shower and came to the living room, Taylor was still pressed on the couch by Hannah and punched in the ass.

No way, now there are millions of lonely male citizens in Los Angeles every day who are looking forward to seeing this pretty face on the TV news, and they can only spank like this.

"Why is she at home?" Jack asked with a smile, standing quietly behind the back of the sofa, shielding himself from his anger.

"She followed me all night, and after I was caught, she said that she had important news to tell you, saying that it was very dangerous to be targeted in order to help you inquire about information, and there was no choice but to take her home first."

Hannah huffed and pressed on Taylor's back, letting the other party desperately slap the sofa with his hand to show surrender, and was indifferent, not to mention, no one watched the crazy woman fight, but if it was replaced by two beautiful girls with delicate bodies twisted together, it was really pleasing to the eye.

It's no wonder that women's wrestling and women's rugby in the country of Benzi are so popular, not for nothing.

Jack reached out to help Hannah brush her hair that was a little loose from the strenuous exercise on her forehead, and then asked Taylor unhurriedly,

"Is there any news about what I asked you about?"

"Can you get me up first, I'm dying." Taylor, who was suppressed, was angry, and looked like he was about to die at any moment.

Although he knew that she was 9 out of 9, Jack reached out and picked Hannah up from her and kissed his sister to comfort her.

Taylor was drenched for most of his body just now, and after he rolled over, his pajamas were clinging to his body, showing off his graceful curves.

"OK, let's get down to business, don't you want to know who is behind the two cases in Orange County who is suppressing public opinion?"

She said as she pulled her wet blonde hair back in a bun, and there was no resentment in her tone,

"I was killed by you, and behind this incident is a multinational group called CWS, and as soon as I inquired about it, their publicists approached me."

"Shimizu security?" Jack was stunned.

There is no such thing as Blackwater's Internet celebrity PMC in this world, and most of the private mercenaries are very low-key and hidden under the table, and Jack only learned some information about this after joining the FBI.

CWS is a military contractor focused on counter-espionage missions, and their clients range from the USSD (Federal State Department) to ordinary enterprises, whether it is foreign counter-espionage missions or the clean-up of commercial espionage.

The biggest advantage of this kind of private contractor is that it is not bound by the Geneva Conventions and can do whatever it wants outside the country.

(End of chapter)