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

After removing the silicone block from the inside of his cheek and tearing off his mustache, Jack, who had restored his original appearance, took off his uniform and put it on his arm, still somewhat uncertain, and asked Frank one last time.

"Are you sure you want me to do this in Langley without getting the CIA afterward?"

"I promise that when this is all over, you will still be the little detective running around at various crime scenes."

Frank, who had answered a similar question for the third time, seemed a little impatient. "If you don't want to go, then I'll have to go myself."

And then he got shot in the shoulder, right? Jack, who always respected the elderly and loved the young, finally stopped talking nonsense, swiped his pass card to open the door and entered the corridor in front of him.

"See you in ten minutes, don't really beat him to death."

After giving him a warning behind him, Frank turned around and took off his general's uniform while walking, tucked it under his armpit along with the briefcase, and quickly disappeared into the fire emergency passage.

It was lunch time, and two female office clerks dressed in fashionable OL attire were chatting in low voices as they passed by Jack. The younger one noticed the handsome guy who was looking at her.

"Hello, is William Cooper's office on this floor?" Jack showed his standard smile with eight big white teeth, which made the other party stunned.

"Oh yes, the third room on the left." The female clerk subconsciously pointed behind her, and then she and her companions chuckled softly, accompanied by exclamations such as "So handsome".

Hearing the sound of the corridor door closing behind him, Jack gently pushed open the office door in front of him and met the eyes of William Cooper, who was reading a document with his head down and looked up in surprise when he heard the sound.

This CIA agent actually looks okay, and appears to be in his early 30s. He looks much more handsome than the depressed middle-aged man who was cheated on by "Homelander" in "The Boys".

Coincidentally, William Cooper, who was pacing back and forth in the office with a coffee cup in one hand, was holding a file about Jack in the other hand.

This document, which was maliciously tampered with by one of his malicious colleagues, was shockingly brief. In addition to the blank space, there were also large sections of blacked-out content.

He could understand why Frank Moses's file in the CIA was heavily blacked out. After all, he learned the meaning of "R.E.D" when he received the file from the elderly archivist yesterday. (Retired Extremely Dangerous: Retired Extremely Dangerous)

But Jack is just an ordinary FBI, a Los Angeles native, an orphan, a patrolman who worked in LAPD for less than a year, got straight A's in the police academy, and ranked first in the Quantico training during the same period, but that's all.

How he entered the FBI, which departments he worked in, how he became the youngest supervisory agent in the FBI in just a few years, and how he won so many medals, all these detailed experiences were hidden.

Of course, there is a chain of contempt between federal agents and federal detectives. It is natural for CIA agents, who are theoretically more dangerous, to look down on FBI agents who like to show their faces in public.

Although William Cooper is still a newcomer in Langley, he is an elite recruited by the CIA from the Navy SEALs, and he has carried out many dangerous missions in the past two years.

He didn't understand what kind of secrets were hidden under the blacked-out content that could allow an FBI agent who was less than 30 years old to receive so many honors.

While he was deep in thought, he noticed someone entering his office. William Cooper looked up and subconsciously thought he was seeing things. How could the boy in the photo suddenly appear in front of him?

"Frank Moses asked me to give you his regards."

After all, Cooper was an elite agent, so his reaction was quick. Before someone could finish their words, a coffee cup with half a cup of coffee still filled flew towards his head.

Jack simply swung the military uniform in his hand, filling the coffee cup with soup and water, and swung it with his backhand, hitting Cooper on the forehead as he pounced on him.

Cooper, who instantly had a purple bruise on his forehead, let out a low growl and leaned towards Jack, trying to subdue him with a throw.

Jack leaned slightly sideways and struck him right on the shoulder blade with his elbow. With a muffled groan, Cooper lost his balance, staggered two steps, and hit his head on the filing cabinet with a loud bang. He almost fainted.

Jack took the opportunity to distance himself, picked up his file from the ground, flipped through it and laughed, "You are actually investigating me."

Seeing Cooper struggling to get up and try to reach for the gun from his waist, Jack threw away the waste paper in his hand, took two steps forward, held his arm, pinched his wrist and turned it half a circle.

"Ah!" The five fingers of Cooper's right hand blossomed like flowers, and his pistol fell. Before it hit the ground, Jack caught it with his foot, and it bounced lightly upwards into his hand.

Taking two steps back to create some distance between them, Jack quickly disassembled the Glock 17 into a pile of parts and threw them on the ground, continuing to use his taunting skills.

“Frank said that your instructor Kodeski was trained by him, but it’s clear that you haven’t learned much.

When you were in the Navy SEALs, you couldn't pass the selection for Team Six, so you chose to accept the CIA's recruitment?"

As if his sore spot had been touched, Cooper let out an angry roar and pounced towards the foul-mouthed FBI agent in front of him with a ferocious face.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The two men's fists collided fiercely. Cooper, enduring the severe pain as if a broken bone, continued to move forward and raised his knee to rush directly into Jack's chest.

Jack didn't dodge or evade. He took the knee attack with his chest, grabbed the opponent's leg and threw him out.

The LCD TV hanging on the wall was smashed with a spider-web-like crack. Before Cooper could get up, Jack stepped forward and kicked him into a pulp, but he had no intention of suffering any loss.

"I originally thought you were just a simple-minded idiot who was easily exploited by Cynthia, but I didn't expect you to be so bad at fighting. I really don't know what she likes about you. Are you just easy to deceive?"

Jack's words were somewhat dishonest. Although Cooper's skills were slightly weaker than Clay's, he was still a rare master.

Cooper, whose face had turned purple and veins bulged on his forehead, wanted to continue struggling, but was hit on the neck by a knife. His eyes went dark and he fell into a coma.

After a quick search of the guy's office and finding nothing, Jack left the office area directly.

The fight just now caused quite a noise. Although it was lunchtime and other offices were empty, this was Langley, the CIA's headquarters after all, and Jack didn't want to experience what old Mason had experienced.

Going down to the 5th floor along the fire escape, Jack straightened his shirt that was messed up in the fight, still wearing the coffee-stained uniform on his arm, walked to the door of a common lounge, and nodded to Frank who was sitting inside leisurely drinking coffee and reading a newspaper.