Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Then, Jack told a story about how he stopped a murder by stopping a drunk driver.

But the strange thing is. The black police officer in front of him was not focused on how many drugs and weapons the drunkard was carrying. Instead, he kept using obscene words to ask about the figure of the female police officer who was patrolling with him.

This made him feel a little wrong. However, what was even more wrong was that after experiencing some difficulties.

The first task of the black officer's trip was to leave the drug dealers alone. Instead, he stopped the cars of college students who were buying drugs, and used an almost robbery-like method to steal all the cash from the two poor guys. Then he proudly showed off the banknotes in front of his eyes.

Jack couldn't help but murmur in his heart, is this person really the anti-drug hero in the rumors?

He looked like the most common black gangster on the street, and he was quite unreasonable.

This feeling that something was wrong became stronger and stronger until the black officer handed him a pipe and said, "Hey, my purpose as a police officer is to stop people from taking drugs. I will never touch that thing."

The black officer advised again: "This is not cocaine, take a sip."

"No, I will never touch it."

But this time, the black officer did not tolerate him. He suddenly braked and stopped the car in the middle of the road. Before he could speak again, a pistol was pressed against his head.

"If I were a drug dealer, you would be dead by now!"

Jack raised his hand inexplicably.

"Boy, are you still unconvinced now? Do you think our job is to play house? As anti-narcotics police, we often have to hang out with various drug dealers. Imagine if you were undercover and they I suddenly handed you a pipe and asked you to try it, what are you going to do?"

The black officer said in a lecturing tone: "Are you going to tell them at that time that they will never touch anything?

Believe me, you will have no other fate than dying in the line of duty. Is there anything wrong with you? Listen to me, I don't want you to join my recording team, now I want you to get out of the car and go back to the office! "

Jack's eyes were red, and he felt that his determination had been insulted. He suddenly grabbed the pipe from the black officer's hand, lit it, and took a long puff.

He was convinced.

Then he was coughing from the smoke in the pipe.

Immediately afterwards, Jack felt his head getting more and more dizzy amidst the superior's praises, and everything around him became groggy, while his black superior's mouth curved into a weird smile.

…

Rongan Ian's training day was very simple. Ron drove him back and forth on several streets in Los Angeles and introduced him to all the local gangsters including Uncle Fried Chicken, Toretto and others. Everyone knew Ian was their man.

With this layer of identity blessing, Ron believes that as long as he is within the confines of Los Angeles, everyone will give him a little thumbs up.

"Remember what I said? If you encounter a drug dealer that you can't deal with, just call Uncle Fried Chicken. He will be happy to deal with his own competitors for you.

If you meet various racing gangs, tell them Toretto’s name and tell them you are Toretto’s family. Believe me, no one in this city dares to be so arrogant as to keep baring their teeth at you.

If you encounter a special situation and you meet a real desperado, run as fast as you can and run to my base. Even if I take my men out to perform a mission, the old men in the base can still help you. Get it, all gangsters except the regular army. "

Ron continued to explain uneasily: "Although they are older, I can guarantee that in the entire Los Angeles, you will not find a more elite team than them."

Speaking of which, Ron was worried about his brother-in-law.

Although it is Ian's own wish to be a police officer, Fiona will definitely be sad if he is hurt, and Ron never wants to see his woman sad.

While trying to remember what Ron said, Ian looked at the scenery outside the window and suddenly shouted urgently: "Stop, stop!"

Ron swerved to the brakes and parked the car on the side of the road: "What's wrong?"

"There's someone fighting in the alley over there! I know that person, he's Jack who graduated from the police academy with me." Ian pushed open the car door and ran over there anxiously.

Ron was afraid that he had made a mistake, so he followed him.

In an alley, a handsome white boy was fighting with two homeless men, and was losing ground.

Because when he controlled one of the people with his naked body, the other person immediately rushed to him and kicked him in the abdomen crazily. While he was controlling the person, he had no power to fight back and could only rely on his strength to fight back. Physical fitness to fight hard.

However, after Ian joined the battle, the balance of victory immediately tilted towards his side.

Ian quickly ran into the alley, and when he was almost close, he suddenly flew up, kicking the homeless man who was kicking Jack and staggering him, and immediately rescued Jack.

The tramp turned around angrily. Just when he was about to teach his attacker a lesson, a black shadow covered his entire sight.

After Ian succeeded in the blow, he immediately raised a trash can and threw it at him. The homeless man was knocked unconscious. At this moment, the homeless man on the ground who was controlled by Jack with a naked choke also Passed out due to lack of oxygen.

So far, the police academy duo has won a great victory.

"How are you? Are you okay?" Ron reached out and pulled up the girl who was hiding in the corner. If he guessed correctly, all these disputes should be caused by her.

Why is Ron so sure? Because the girl's high school uniform was almost torn open, and a large area of ​​skin on her chest was exposed. As expected, this was another robbery case motivated by sex. However, before it could be completed, two people started to commit robbery. The rookie policeman in training took care of him.

"Can you tell me what's going on?"

"You're dead!" The girl came to her senses and immediately kicked the unconscious homeless man in the back.

"Hey, hey, don't be impulsive, okay?" Ron pulled the girl with a headache. Ian also pulled Jack up. Ron frowned: "Gentlemen, I have no intention of stopping your brave performance, but just now In this case, you should shoot first."