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

At this moment, Jack already had a bad feeling in his heart, and 5 minutes later, when Jessie ran out of the house with a small bag and someone following behind her, he felt that his previous decision to stay in Washington DC for two days was absolutely a huge mistake.

"Jessie, stop."

"Arnold" was holding a coffee cup in one hand and adjusting his tie with the other. He looked a little exasperated as he ran out of the house. "You didn't go home last night. Where are you going now that you just got home?"

"Of course I'm going to class. Goodbye, Dad." Jessie waved without looking back and got into the Audi R8.

"Arnold", whose hand was scalded by hot coffee, was cursing under his breath, when suddenly he seemed to realize something, and he looked up and made eye contact with Jack in the driver's seat.

Both of them were stunned. It took a while for the sweaty Jack to come back to his senses. He forced a smile, raised his left hand on the steering wheel slightly, and shook it at him with the smallest amplitude as a greeting.

"Hurry up, hurry up, I'm going to be late." Jessie, who didn't notice this scene, pushed Jack like a little girlfriend acting coquettishly.

I subconsciously shifted into second gear, stepped on the accelerator, and kept my left foot half-engaged. The engine speed instantly exceeded 5000. The moment I released the handbrake, I stepped on the accelerator again, turned the steering wheel sharply to the left, and the clutch pedal bounced back. At the same time, the rear tires pulled two trails of blue smoke on the road.

Jack drove the Audi R8 with a beautiful drift on the spot and disappeared from the sight of the two middle-aged men as if escaping.

It was not until he could no longer see Jessie's house in the rearview mirror that he realized that what he had just done seemed more like a yellow-haired man showing off his power.

"Was that your dad just now?" Jack tried hard not to make his voice sound too strange.

Jie Qian was obviously shocked by the beautiful drifting on the spot just now, and her eyes were almost full of stars. "Yes, Uncle Gibson is his colleague and good friend, and he often comes to pick him up from work.

Jack, did you also learn your driving skills during FBI training?"

"Well, sort of. In fact, I learned some skills when I was in the police academy."

Jack carefully tried to steer the topic back to the topic, "Your father looks very young. Did he and your mother get married very early?"

Jessie nodded. "They were high school classmates. I was born not long after graduation. After that, he stayed in the army for many years and didn't come back until I was seven or eight years old.

After that, I have been working as a software salesman, still busy traveling around the world, not making much money, but busier than anyone else. "

It seems that when it comes to her father, Jie Qian is full of resentment. "It was his birthday the day before yesterday. It was originally planned to be a good day, but my mother and I made a cake and waited until midnight before he came home."

Your dad was busy saving the world at that time, little girl.

Jack hesitated for a long time before hesitatingly asking, "So, Jessie, are you sure your father is just an ordinary software sales engineer?"

Seeing the girl's puzzled look, he laughed dryly and pretended to be joking. "I think that 'Uncle Gibson' is more in line with the profession you described. Your father's body is good enough to participate in a bodybuilding competition."

Jie Qian smiled proudly, "This may be one of his few advantages. I don't know how he maintains his muscles. It seems that I rarely see him exercising. My mother at least works out regularly. But this advantage seems to have been passed down to me."

As she spoke, she deliberately pulled her clothes towards Jack, showing her slender waist and youthful vitality.

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As Jack drove Jess to college, the GMC Canyon pickup truck that Arnold was riding in was also moving slowly during the morning rush hour on the busy roads near Capitol Hill.

"Is that guy coming for you?" asked Uncle Gibson, who was driving, puzzled.

"Arnold" was more confused than him, "I don't know, maybe it's just a coincidence. The FBI is on our side, there's no reason to harass my family."

"Who knows?" 'Uncle Gibson' shrugged. "Didn't you hear that recently a department in the Secret Operations Division of the Operations Bureau was wiped out by the higher-ups? The director was killed. I heard it was related to the FBI."

"Why did I hear that a traitor was eliminated?"

Arnold's perspective on the issue was obviously more reasonable than his partner's. "Don't forget that we are also the FBI."

"Yeah, yeah." Gibson rolled his eyes. "That's why our department is so unpopular. Both sides treat us as outsiders."

Then he changed the subject and brought the topic back to the previous one, "You know, I don't want to say anything about your parenting. After all, I have been married three times and I didn't dare to have a child. But aren't you controlling Jessie too much?

When she was a teenager, your relationship was so strained that she even went to New Mexico to study in college to get away from you. Now that she's finally back, why are you still like this? You know, she's already 22 years old."

"I'm just worried that she'll be cheated." "Arnold" said sullenly, "That FBI guy doesn't look like a good guy at first glance. He'll make Jessie sad."

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Gibson raised his middle finger in disdain. "That's not what you said the night before last when he pulled you up from the roof. I don't know who was whispering to me at the time, 'Are all the new recruits nowadays monsters?'"

"These are two different things, okay?" "Arnold" didn't believe that his partner didn't understand what he meant. "Of course I'm talking about love life. I don't want Jessie to fall in love with an agent, including an FBI agent."

"Yes, yes." Gibson smiled strangely. "The yellow-faced woman was waiting for her husband to come home late from work at home, while this agent was dancing tango with a beautiful girl at the dance party. In just a few minutes, he made her climax repeatedly, and then she obediently gave him her contact information."

"That's all for the mission." "Arnold" felt embarrassed and quickly changed the subject.

"Speaking of that woman, Juno Skinner, there was something wrong with her. I was attacked not long after I left her office, which indirectly confirmed our previous suspicions about her."

Gibson nodded, "OK, I'll have someone investigate her further."

Then his smile turned a little vulgar, "In fact, I think you might as well do it yourself. That woman will definitely say anything in bed."

"Shut up. If you mention this again, we'll end our relationship." Arnold was overwhelmed by his talkative partner. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he reminded him, "And the FBI, find out his information."

"Oh, come on." Gibson gave him a look of disdain. "That guy is more handsome than you. Even if Jessie slept with him last night, it's hard to say who suffered more."