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

Three days later, when Jack and Brian's transport plane landed at Edwards Air Force Base in California, Anna also had her last moments.

"You can still use your original name. After all, there are girls named Anna everywhere, but it's better to change your surname." A woman with a strong aura handed her a file box and said so.

If Jack were here, he would probably be surprised to see a "familiar face", Catherine Zeta-Jones. At this time, she was wearing a general's uniform. She was exactly Katya Petrovna whom Frank had mentioned before.

Seeing some suspicion in the girl's eyes, the female general opened the FSB system in front of her and entered Anna's former name.

Seeing the big "No Results" prompt on the interface, Anna felt as if all her strength was drained away and she collapsed completely.

"Believe me, it's much more troublesome to erase all traces of your existence from the FSB than to kill you directly." Katya Petrovna secretly hid a trace of envy in her eyes and handed Anna a passport.

"That country in the East has recently launched a 144-hour transit visa exemption. You can go to the southernmost island to have some fun. I heard the scenery there is no worse than Hawaii."

Anna hugged her file box tightly, and seemed to have just come to her senses. She answered the question irrelevantly, "Am I really thin? I heard that there are a lot of delicious foods there. I should be able to gain some weight."

Katya Petrovna could not help but frowned. "Then you can consider finding someone to marry there, or even having a child."

-

Jack stayed in Los Angeles for two days, mainly to discuss the establishment of a security department with Chris, and also to spend a night with Zoe.

Maureen, who had always been inseparable from her, had gone to San Francisco to attend a medical conference, and the two of them had some rare time together alone.

It’s just that the city councilwoman seemed a little uninterested during dinner, as if she was worried about something.

"What trouble are you in?" After cleaning the table, Jack sat on the sofa and gently rubbed her toes through her stockings.

"No, I just found that without me noticing, my little man has turned into a hero." Zoe put her arms around his neck and her breath smelled sweet. Well, to be more precise, it smelled like wine. The two had just shared a bottle of Napoleon Cognac from France.

She drank a little too much, and her cheeks and neck were flushed a beautiful rosy red.

Jack frowned at the silly girl and sighed, "If you don't want to continue in politics, forget it. I know how tiring it is to deal with those fat politicians. You didn't need to wear high heels and smile every day."

Zoe laughed and shook her head. "Do you think I didn't have to deal with politics when I was in the police station? After becoming a police commissioner, I rarely spend time on the front line, and I have to wear high heels most of the time."

As she spoke, she took the initiative to crawl into Jack's arms, making it easier for him to continue to do bad things. "You guys are developing too fast. When I was in Washington, someone asked me who the boss behind Shangri-La was."

Jack didn't look surprised at all. "This is expected. Haven't we been prepared for this? California has Hollywood and Silicon Valley, which are enough to provide us with all the resources we need for development. Many things don't need to be rushed."

"You think too simply. Do you know how much capital is secretly eyeing Hollywood? Whenever Maureen and I show up in Washington, both congressmen and senators will greet us with a smile."

A blush began to spread throughout her body, and Zoe took a deep breath with difficulty, trying not to make her voice sound strange.

Jack reluctantly raised his head from the peak and asked with a smile, "Couldn't it be because they admire the beauty of you two beautiful ladies?"

Zoe slapped him in annoyance and said, "You're right. There is indeed a bad guy who wants to get both the money and the people. You'd better keep a close eye on Professor Cahill."

Jack finally came to his senses and picked up the silly girl from the sofa with a depressed look. "Did you awaken a new hobby? Why are we discussing such a boring topic at this time? Are you going to give a campaign speech on the bed later?"

"Maybe it's because you've been spending too little time with us lately." Zoe giggled, hugging his neck.

-

The way a woman acts coquettishly changes after entering politics. Zoe was just expressing her apology in disguise, because Chris has indeed encountered a lot of trouble recently.

This was not beyond their expectations. After all, the Anderson family was far from being able to control everything in California, let alone the multinational capital that controlled Hollywood.

Fortunately, the biggest funding problem has been temporarily solved. Moreover, although "Shangri-La" has a good development momentum, its size is there after all. The troubles encountered are limited to some early trials and are not difficult to deal with.

The security department that Jack proposed to Chris was just in time. This kind of low-level temptation often involves dirty means, and Brian is best at dealing with this kind of threat.

However, someone inexplicably gained a new competitor, that bad guy who wanted to get both the person and the money as mentioned by Zoe, a senator named Malcolm Lavoie.

After returning to New York, Jack looked this guy up and discovered that Senator Lavoie was also from California, was not yet 50 years old, and occupied one of the two Senate seats in California.

This can't help but make someone think, if this guy can be killed, wouldn't Zoe be able to take the position naturally?

Unfortunately, he had just made big news in Paris and also provoked the Russian intelligence department. Now was really not a suitable time to cause trouble.

You have to know that the safety factor of being a senator in the United States is much higher than that of being a president. It is not easy to create an accident and not be traced back afterwards.

Moreover, Lavoy's political stance is erratic. He never insists on any tough views and is focused on making money. People in Washington nicknamed him "paper bag", which means he can get things done for money.

Such a guy has almost no political enemies, so forget about framing his opponents, unless you can find a psychopathic gunman. However, we don't have the energy to do that at the moment, and the matter is not extremely urgent, so we can only put it on hold for the time being.

On the other side, Frank never showed up, as if he had disappeared again, which made Cassell very depressed.

Although he didn't expect his parents to be able to rekindle their love and live together after decades of separation like in the movies, he still hoped to be able to spend some time with his spy father and make up for the family affection that had been missing for many years.

Until one day Jack brought him a book, "Casino Royale" written by Ian Fleming, which made him feel a little relieved.

However, Jack did not get to see Frank. The book was sent to him by old Hunter, who also vaguely informed him that the matter in France was completely over.

Vasiliev's position was replaced by Frank's old lover Katya, and Anna and another agent named Chenkov who was present at the time were cleared out.

Of course, the former was a fake death, while the latter was beaten to a pulp at the execution ground.

The FSB then launched a bloody revenge on the CIA. A CIA team in Paris was completely wiped out, and the FSB's assassination squad spared no one from supervisors to office cleaners.

The death of this CIA team was not actually unjust. They were the CIA group that planned the assassination of Vasiliev in the original drama. The supervisor who threatened Anna to become a double agent did not know that he had become a scapegoat until he died.

It is said that Anna went to a big country in the East to recuperate and have some minor plastic surgery. After all, she was a well-known model in Paris before. If she wants to develop in the United States in the future, changing her appearance is necessary.

Jack was not in a hurry. As long as Anna was not stupid, she should know that it was safest to follow him, unless she really wanted to find a remote place to hide her identity, get married and have children.

This year's Halloween was uneventful. The Most Wanted Criminals team crossed out two names from the wanted list within a month, but the speed of new names was far less than the number of new ones.

Then it was someone's turn to start having a headache, because after Halloween it was Christmas, and Alexis definitely wouldn't want to go to Paris anymore, and she had no interest in Europe in the short term.

So between going to an uninhabited island to survive in the wild and going to a Hawaiian beach to sunbathe, the girl chose the latter. The reason there are two options is that the former suggestion came from Hannah, who has recently become obsessed with a survival challenge reality show.

Just when Jack was worrying about whether taking Hannah and Jiejie with him to Hawaii would cause misunderstandings from his original family, Stella Bonasilla, who had replaced Mike Taylor as the head of CSI's New York laboratory, came to him.

"How do you manage to live such a hermit-like life in the busy metropolitan area of ​​New York?" Stella asked curiously as she watched Jack, who was wearing a cowboy hat and holding a sickle and cutting vegetables in the back garden.

"Maybe I'm just greedy. Do you know how difficult it is to find safe food in this country? Sometimes it's not just a matter of money."

Jack finished harvesting the last crop of autumn spinach and picked up the hoe to start turning the soil. Spinach can be harvested all year round, but the winter in New York is too cold and the soil needs to be covered with plastic film. He has to go abroad frequently now, and an old Mexican gardener cannot take care of it all.

It was obvious that Stella came here to eat for free, otherwise she wouldn't have chosen dinner time to come. Today the girls went shopping together, leaving Jack alone, so she simply made three dishes and a soup, and the two of them ate while chatting.

There is a saying that the reason why the state banquet at Dongda University is mainly Huaiyang cuisine, in addition to the beautiful presentation, the main reason is its light taste. It may not be liked by everyone, but everyone can accept it, especially suitable for the elderly and foreigners.

Stella prefers lighter tastes, and she praised the crab meat stew very much. Jack added chopped water chestnuts to it, and the unique sweet taste neutralized the greasiness in the meat filling.

After enjoying the delicious food, Stella talked about the purpose of her visit. She recently took over a strange case in which several tourists found a body in the Catskill Mountains.

After the CSI lab took over, they found many suspicious points, so Stella came here. "The local police station has less than 20 police officers, so I hope the FBI can take over this case."

Jack took the file and flipped through it. The more he read, the tighter his brows furrowed. "Death from falling from a high altitude? This doesn't look like just a simple murder case."

The case file shows that the body was found in a forest with no cliffs nearby, but the autopsy results showed that the fractures and other injuries on the deceased's body were caused by falling from a height of at least one kilometer.

"Yes." Stella nodded. "We also found signs of torture on him. There was no water in the deceased's stomach and he showed signs of severe dehydration. We suspect that he was thrown off the plane before he died."

"It's most likely a helicopter. If it's a fixed-wing aircraft, unless it's a military transport plane with an open tail compartment, throwing someone out at high altitude is likely to hit the wing or even the propeller."

Jack recalled his skydiving experience.

"There are also signs of fractures in the body's legs. Our forensic doctor said this should have been caused at least 24 hours before the death." Stella pulled out a few photos from a stack of photos in the folder.

Jack pulled out the blood test results. "High concentration of free histamine? Normally, a person would die instantly after falling from a height of one kilometer. Do you suspect that he had been brutally tortured and interrogated within the last 72 hours?"

Histamine is a highly irritating vasoactive amine that is mainly synthesized by the liver and partially produced and released by vascular endothelial cells. It is mainly involved in allergic and inflammatory reactions in the human body.

The half-life of free histamine in the blood is about 5 hours, and the concentration in the blood can be maintained for about 72 hours. Jack's forensic expertise is not enough to determine how long the deceased had suffered before his death, but judging from the concentration alone, the deceased was most likely close to shock before being thrown from a height.

"At least half of the injuries on the deceased's body are inconsistent with falling from a high altitude. Our technicians also found ferrous oxide on his trouser legs." Stella pulled out another photo.

"So both of his legs were broken by a rusty iron bar?" Jack muttered to himself. "This means that he was either tortured as a revenge, or the murderer wanted to get something from him."

"And this is why I want the FBI to intervene." Stella took out a folded A4 paper from her pocket.

"Our database turned up a series of question marks, so I asked a friend in the military and learned the exact identity of the deceased, but the Army said he had retired a long time ago. DCIS (Defense Criminal Investigative Service) doesn't care about this, so I thought the FBI might be interested."

"Calvin Franz, Army Sergeant, was a member of the 110th Special Investigations Group of the Army Military Police." Jack's face changed drastically.

Stella asked curiously, “Do you know him?”

Jack shook his head. "I've never heard of this Franz, but as far as I know, the Military Police 110th Special Investigation Team has only existed for three years, and their only leader is a big guy weighing nearly 3 pounds."