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

Early the next morning, Jack was woken up by Rosie's phone call. He took Jane, who was still yawning, on the Gulfstream plane and flew directly to Washington, DC.

As the saying goes, you have a short hand when taking someone, a short mouth when you eat someone, and a short mouth when you sleep with someone. Well, although she was a little reluctant, Jane had to follow. He had no choice. After all, she was also a party involved. The boss above didn't say anything, so he couldn't hold this girl down. .

Fortunately, Jane still listened to the advice and just expressed that she wanted to follow her. Everything was just like in Wind River Valley, ensuring that all actions were followed.

Jack felt that he was not afraid of bullets and bullets. As long as the U.S. Air Force did not throw bombs at its own ground troops as it did on the battlefield in the past, even if a small-scale war did occur, he would be very sure to protect himself and the people around him.

After he decided to go to the Mexican border to risk his life, he spent all the gold coins he had saved during this period on his attributes, and his mental and physical constitution both exceeded 30 points. Superboy didn't dare to say that he almost had half of the movie version of Captain America.

Perhaps to a certain extent, Captain America is not necessarily better than him. The vague warning of danger that was once there is now much clearer, just like the perception of dangerous goods yesterday.

Although it was not as mysterious as the Saint Seiya's sixth sense, before his brain came to a clear conclusion, his subconscious had already been frantically warning him after receiving various organ perceptions.

If I have to use an inappropriate analogy, it is a bit like a veteran who has experienced life and death in the battlefield, and his premonition of danger is far beyond the vigilance of ordinary people.

It's just that Jack is not only able to predict danger, but also perceive other people's micro-expressions, observe emotions, and even the changes in pheromones produced by his body due to various emotions such as tension, excitement, sadness, etc., to a meticulous level. .

For example, although Jane came into the house last night smelling of alcohol, the strong smell of female hormones exuding all over her body was quite fatal. Even if the two of them took a shower before doing anything, they could wash away the alcohol smell. It fell off, but the smell was even better.

No wonder a certain blind man, despite his age, can recognize women by scent. That movie is not considered to be deceptive.

Of course, it's okay to regard the above random thoughts as Jack's reasons for not being able to withstand the temptation of beauty.

So if Jane wants to follow along, just bring it with her. Just like some people will break the jar after breaking through the lower limit. Jack is not so dark, but there seems to be a villain with diagonal horns in his heart secretly poking and whispering, at least risking his life. There is also a pressure relief valve afterwards, so you don’t have to worry about it exploding.

A few hours later, the two followed Rossi into the Department of Homeland Security Information Security Center at the Nebraska Avenue Plaza. This building is Quantico to the FBI, the headquarters of DHS.

Several DHS agents came up to them, handed over the identification cards, and then led the three to different conference rooms and lounges. As the boss, Rosie had to attend the meeting first, while Jack and Jane, as the soldiers, could only sit down. Waiting in the lounge to be summoned by the bosses.

It's not like Jack had any secondary thoughts in his heart, such as "Thirty years in the east of the river, thirty years in the west of the river, don't deceive young people into poverty", or some self-movement such as saying "a man should be like this".

He is very clear about his current position, not to mention that no matter how much he increases his attributes, he should not be able to reach the level of "The Homelander" in the black robe. Even if he is indestructible, can fly, and has laser eyes that can kill everything instantly So what?

In his previous life, Jack was so disgusted by a certain argument on the Internet that the second boy compared "The. Homelander" to Sun Dasheng and always said, "I want this day to never be able to cover my eyes again, I want this place to never be covered again." I can’t bury my heart.”

As everyone knows, if there really is a day when "the golden monkey rises up with a mighty stick, and the jade universe clarifies the eternal world", this kind of mentally retarded middle school student will be one of the piles of dust that needs to be cleared away.

People are not born with absolute freedom, and Jack believes that his realm is not yet to the point where he is tired of being a human being.

Ordinary people follow the rules and strive to pursue a better life. Revolutionaries change the rules so that they can fairly provide as many ordinary people as possible with the possibility of pursuing a better life.

Jack is certainly not an ordinary person, but he also does not have the consciousness to be a revolutionary in this world.

But unfortunately, this world of suture monsters is not bad to him, and most of his friends are good people.

Therefore, when the good people around him are threatened, Jack feels that since he has the ability, he naturally has the obligation to clean up the garbage and make the small environment around him cleaner, that's all.

After all, in the previous life, when foreign leaders gathered in San Francisco, they also knew how to whip those inefficient municipal governments and use high-pressure water cannons to wash away the feces and urine on the streets, right?

However, Rossi couldn't help but lie down. He paused on the spot, turned to Jack and tilted his head, gesturing for him to follow him.

The latter had no choice but to follow, and then turned around and showed an apologetic smile to Jane.

Jane seemed very happy, as if she was the one following the big boss to the meeting. She smiled sweetly and followed a DHS agent into the lounge nearby.

To Jack's surprise, there were many big shots at the meeting, and he didn't know any of them. However, the person who really represented the FBI was not Rossi, but a man in his forties or fifties who seemed to still have charm and was acting as an assistant director. A middle-aged aunt with the title of (Assistant Director).

Adhering to the attitude of bringing only eyes and ears, Jack sat next to Rosie, who was also in the auditorium, listening to the bickering of a group of gray-haired old bureaucrats.

The middle-aged aunt had a serious face and was sitting at the head of the chair in charge of presiding over the meeting. She glanced sharply at the group of people about the same age as her on both sides of the rectangular conference table and came from the DEA, DHS and other security departments with a murderous look.

Only Jack was keenly aware that when she looked in his direction intentionally or unintentionally, there would be an imperceptible tenderness in her eyes.

Of course, someone would not be so sentimental as to think that this high-ranking aunt was looking at him differently. He had only heard of Rosie's reputation in the FBI before, but had never really seen it. But he didn't expect that today. I had the pleasure of seeing it here.

It has to be said that this group of old and American senior officials are much more straightforward in this kind of private closed-door meeting. Fake's voice is endless, but the efficiency does not seem to be much higher.

After some wrangling, everyone shared the benefits and risks, and the big guys began to leave, leaving only an old guy from DHS who actually presided over the work. He changed his seat and sat in the chair of the meeting.

The actions of the big guys when they exited made Jack truly feel Rossi's transcendent status as the founder of the BAU in the FBI. Before leaving the office, every old guy would take the initiative to say hello to him, or exchange a few words with him. A David's, shouting extremely close.

The charming female assistant director seemed to have stayed at the end on purpose. After everyone had almost left, she took the initiative to hug Rosie and gave her a kiss. She smiled with love, as if she was back in the 18th century. When a girl is pregnant.

"Dave (David's nickname)~~~Sweetheart~~~"

This whistling long-tailed sound was completely different from the smoky voice she used when she was scolding a group of old men just now. Jack next to Rosie got goosebumps when he heard it.

“Evelin, long time no see.”

Rosie's name immediately made the female assistant director show a sad expression, "Honey, what did you call me?"

"Ahem!" Rossi subconsciously glanced sideways at Jack, who was looking through a small notebook attentively, and felt a little regretful for bringing this guy into the conference room in advance.

"Okay, little muffin, I didn't expect the higher ups to send you here this time. I haven't seen you for two years, but you are still so beautiful."

Jack pinched his thighs so hard that he almost burst into tears.

The next five long minutes were as long as three turns to the left and three to the right, and the flesh on his thigh was almost torn off.

"OK, see you tonight."

"I'm really looking forward to this wonderful night, Dave~~~"

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"Xu~~~"

When Rosie watched the female assistant director leave and sit back in her seat, the two men, one old and one young, let out a long sigh of relief at the same time, but one was relieved and the other was in pain. This was also the first time for Jack. Because of self-mutilation, I used healing techniques on myself.

"Muffins, right?"

"Shut up and don't ever mention this, otherwise I'll leave you in Mexico and never come back."

"As you command, sir!"

Fans of the original series should not be surprised that Rosie's status in the FBI has been slightly improved to facilitate subsequent plot design.