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

He tried to prop himself up, looked at the shiny bald head in the driver's seat, then cowered and tried to lean back.

The car was still moving on the road, but the sirens in the distance were almost inaudible, and the bodyguards around him were nowhere to be seen, which made the last bit of courage left in the congressman disappear.

"Who are you exactly?"

Frank glanced back at him, his tone unchanged, "One of the people you wanted to kill."

The atmosphere in the car was obviously stagnant for a moment. Perhaps it was because some people wanted to kill too many people recently, or perhaps it was for some other reason. The conversation that should have continued normally was stuck for a moment.

After a long while, Bracken grunted and replied, "I don't know what you are talking about."

Frank was too lazy to continue the conversation because the protagonist behind was not him, but someone else.

The car drove into an abandoned factory building. As soon as Frank got out of the car, a Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped in front of him. Jack, Anna and Marvin got out one after another.

The next car to arrive was Ivan's old Cadillac, with Victoria, who looked a little pale, sitting in the back.

Seeing Frank looking at her with concern, the old lady who was helped out of the car shook her head slightly at him, indicating that she was fine.

Footsteps sounded in the empty factory. Beckett, who had been hiding there for a long time, walked quickly towards the crowd. Jack opened the door of the Lincoln car, covered his nose and pulled out the shivering congressman.

"Detective Beckett?" Senator Bracken's puzzled eyes swept across the faces of the people in front of him one by one, and finally saw an "acquaintance".

As if a flash of inspiration suddenly came to him, he straightened his back almost subconsciously, even adjusted his tie, cleared his throat and asked, "So you hired these people? What do you want, ma'am?"

"The truth!" Beckett did not correct his misconceptions, but went straight to the point.

For some reason, Bracken suddenly looked very proud again, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth. Although not as perfect as Jack's standard fake smile with four teeth on each upper and lower teeth, it was obviously something he had practiced countless times in front of the mirror.

"Mark Twain once said, 'If you don't lie, you don't have to remember anything.' Isn't it funny that you expect a politician to tell the truth?"

"What's wrong with him?" Anna asked quietly in Jack's ear.

Someone's behavior was obviously a little beyond her expectations. His trouser legs were still wet. Where did he get the courage to speak to Beckett so toughly?

Jack was also a little confused. He tried to put himself in Bracken's shoes and barely understood where Bracken's confidence came from.

In his previous life, he had also watched some anti-corruption TV dramas. When the corrupt officials in these TV dramas first faced questioning by the Commission for Discipline Inspection, especially before the hidden stolen money was found, they always had to bluff.

Perhaps he was very confident in his previous success in silencing witnesses, or perhaps it was because both Commissioner Montgomery and Mr. Smith chose to threaten him instead of exposing the so-called "evidence" after obtaining it.

Including Beckett at this time, who did not directly accuse him of killing his mother, but wanted to know the truth, which gave the congressman an illusion.

"He may have thought, or deceived himself into believing, that Beckett was confronting him as a detective," Jack said with a tone that was difficult to describe.

They act recklessly, yet expect their opponents who have been forced to the point of destruction to act within certain "rules". It turns out that politicians' thinking patterns are completely different from those of ordinary people. This may also be a kind of arrogance from the bottom of their hearts.

Sure enough, Bracken was still talking there. "I'm sorry, Detective, but since you had to resort to this method to find me, doesn't that mean you already know the truth?"

"Yes, Roy Montgomery, John LaGrande and Gary McAllister, and my mother and her colleagues, I know they all died because of you."

Beckett said as he slowly approached Bracken, "What I want is for you to admit your crime!"

As if he finally felt the murderous intent of the female detective, Bracken's throat rolled, he took a half step back, raised his hands, and tried to make a soothing gesture.

"Calm down, Ms. Beckett. Your mother's death was a tragedy. I am deeply sorry for your loss. I do not agree with the crimes you are claiming."

"Can I shoot him in the leg first?" Marvin, who was standing in the distance watching the show, muttered in dissatisfaction, and was glared at fiercely by Frank.

Originally, the bald guy had no interest in this stinky shit-like thing.

Just catch the guy and lure out all the people behind the scenes and take them down at once. Talking nonsense has never been the style of the old agent.

But his own idiot son had just slept with the girl, and they were about to get married, so at this moment he could only hold his nose and wait to listen to such nonsense.

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

Beckett frowned in confusion, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked impatiently, "What exactly do you want to say?"

Bracken tried his best to use his eloquence and even forced a smile on his face, "When I was 14 years old, a boy from my neighbor's house became my good friend. His name was Blackhawk.

I usually help him with his homework after school, but one day he didn’t come to school, so I went to his apartment.”

There were even tears in the corners of his eyes. “The door was open, and I walked in, and I found Blackhawk lying on his mattress, dead.

His sister died like him, and his mother died in her bedroom, having hanged herself.

She left a note saying she had lost her job and her landlord was threatening to evict her family, so I kept thinking about the question, 'What could have made an Aboriginal woman so desperate that she would have the heart to crush up a pill and put it in her hot chocolate to poison her own son and daughter?'

That was the moment I realized my dream was to help people live a better life, and I did just that.”

As if he was giving a campaign speech, Bracken became more and more excited, "Many important proposals have been launched in our Congress to strengthen legal protection for poor indigenous people, especially children.

I created a lot of jobs and did a lot of great work in the community."

"Bang!" Jack pulled out the M1911 from Frank's waist and shot Bracken in the thigh.