The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

Rhett had been busy in the overheated small building for a long time. With the assistance of several LAPD patrol officers led by John, he helped Jack clean up a lot of things.

It was a blessing among misfortunes, or it might be because the fire brigade arrived in time, the fire caused little damage to Jack's study on the first floor, and the RPG did not hit this location.

So the Chinese books that Hannah gave to Jack as gifts, as well as the spaceship and radish models that were specially displayed in the cabinet, were all intact.

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

In addition, he also asked Red to help recover the data on his bombed-out laptop, which contained his first detective novel, which he had almost finished, and was just short of the ending. Otherwise, he would have exploded on the spot.

Some potentially sensitive things were moved to the basement and locked up by Red, and Brother Wolf would take care of them after dawn.

Some other losses made Jack feel more distressed, including some spices that were difficult 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 for everyone to play mahjong and the large bathtub in the bathroom were not spared either. Both of these were made by him himself and cannot be bought with money, so they are of great commemorative value.

After everything was dealt with, it was almost early in the morning. Jack returned to the bedroom on the second floor that was shattered by the bombing. He opened a safe. Inside were his Glock pistol and the FK7.5, as well as FBI ID and some Valuable documents such as insurance and real estate.

Putting all these documents into a bag and taking it with him, Jack was still a little sad when he left. Strictly speaking, this house was his first real home in this world, but he didn't expect it to be gone like this.

Fortunately, the garage location was not affected, and Braxton's "Mammoth" was safe and sound. Jack said goodbye to everyone for the time being and went directly to Hannah's house.

Doyle is no longer a threat. Jiejie will take Emily home first. Hotchner has also assigned an additional group of operational agents to accompany her for protection.

After Jack parked the car, he found the key and quietly opened the door and entered the house. Just like before, he found Hannah sleeping soundly on the sofa in the living room.

He lowered his head and smelled the burnt smell on his body. Instead of carrying the sweet girl directly into the bedroom like before, he found a blanket and gently covered her, then turned and entered the bathroom.

Sure enough, as soon as he opened the bathroom door, he saw his change of clothes on the table. Jack grinned, and warmth filled his heart. Some things are not indifferent to the cultural differences between the East and the West. The relationship between men and women can be determined from the details. Can detect.

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

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

Um? Why is the size wrong?

Jack subconsciously pinched it again. It wasn't Hannah, Zoe or Maureen. He was a little confused. Could it be some plot of a book about sneaking into the sow shop?

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

Taylor's whole body was limp, and she weakly pressed her face against Jack's chest, holding on to the other man's neck to keep him from falling.

"Why can't I be here? Hannah can, Anderson can, and the psychiatrist can do it. Do you really think I didn't find anything?"

You are a fucking talent. All your investigative reporter skills are put to use here, right?

While Jack was cursing in his heart, there was a rush of footsteps outside the bathroom, and Hannah came in aggressively.

"Leave it to you." Jack pushed Taylor into her arms gently, not worrying that he would be misunderstood at all. He was the one who was attacked, and he had nothing to feel guilty about.

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

When Jack came out of the shower and came to the living room, Hannah was still pushing Taylor down on the sofa and beating her on the butt.

There is no other way, now there are millions of lonely male citizens in Los Angeles looking forward to seeing this pretty face on TV news every day, so they can only give her a spanking.

"Why is she at your house?" Jack asked with a smile, standing calmly behind the back of the sofa, covering his anger.

"She has been following me all night. When I caught her, she said she had important news to tell you. She said she was trying to get information for you and was being targeted. It was very dangerous. I had no choice but to take her home first."

Hannah angrily pressed on Taylor's back, no matter how hard the other party tried to slap the sofa with her hands to express surrender, she was indifferent. Not to mention, no one would watch the fight between crazy women, but if it were two beautiful girls with delicate bodies twisted into a ball, , that is really pleasing to the eye.

No wonder women's wrestling in this country and women's rugby in the United States are so popular. It's not without reason.

Jack stretched out his hand to help Hannah smooth her hair that was a little messy due to the strenuous exercise, and then asked Taylor calmly,

"Do you have any news about what I asked you about?"

"Can you please let me get up first? I'm about to die." The suppressed Taylor was so angry that he looked like he was going to die at any moment.

Although he knew 90% of the time she was just faking it, Jack still stretched out his hand, picked Hannah up from her body, and kissed his sister to show comfort.

Taylor was mostly wetted just now. After turning over, her pajamas clung to her body, showing off her graceful curves.

"OK, let's get down to business. Don't you want to know who was behind the two cases in Orange County to suppress public opinion?"

As she spoke, she pulled her wet blond hair into a bun on the back of her head, with a hint of resentment in her tone.

"I was killed by you. Behind this incident was a multinational group called CWS. As soon as I inquired about the news, their public relations staff found me."

"Qingshui security?" Jack suddenly understood.

There is no Internet celebrity PMC like Blackwater in this world. Most private mercenaries are very low-key and hidden under the surface. Jack only learned some information about this after joining the FBI.

CWS is a military contractor that focuses on counterintelligence tasks. Their clients range from the USSD (Federal Department of State) to ordinary enterprises. Whether it is overseas counterintelligence tasks or cleaning up commercial espionage, they are all within their business scope.

The biggest advantage of this kind of private contractor is that it is not bound by the Geneva Convention and can do whatever it wants abroad. In this way, the team responsible for capturing Doyle was most likely from this CWS.