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

"So you don't count Black Friday, you don't count Christmas, it's unbelievable that Valentine's Day is the most crime-ridden day of the year."

Angela went to work as an assistant in the police detective team today, John became Jack's patrol partner for the first time, and Lucy had to work hard at the front desk.

"Uh, how about we have a party tonight?"

Jack really had a headache and didn't know how to survive tonight. It would be better if Hannah was not around. A sweet video would be enough, but Maureen and Zoe both gave him hints that they wanted to spend Valentine's Day alone.

You're both engaged, okay? You act like you're inseparable in front of people outside every day, so how can you spend time together alone? Isn’t this making things difficult for me, Fat Tiger? Besides, Chris and Justin still live in his house now. Even if he has the ability to coax both girls, there is another question about whose house he should go to at night.

Just get everyone together and have a Valentine's Day party, and finally play it by ear.

"Okay, let's go to my house. It's going to be demolished and renovated soon anyway. If there are more people, it won't be a problem if it gets dirty."

John said, taking out his cell phone and starting to contact Jia LiSi.

Jack was counting heads while driving, Angela and Wesley were a couple, John and Alice were a couple, Lucy and Tim were barely a couple, Superintendent Gray must have brought his wife, and Zoe and Maureen were outside. They must be considered a couple in the eyes, so isn't he the only one left? Oh, and Nila, the black girl.

“I heard that Nila may want to get back together with her ex-husband!”

John's words shattered Jack's luck.

"I hate Valentine's Day!"

"7-A-26 police car, single accident, 1530 Crescent Heights, injured unknown." came the call from the command center.

The two people in the car stopped joking. Jack picked up the walkie-talkie seriously and replied: "7-A-26, rushing to the scene."

The location of the car accident is not far from where the two patrol, and the command center usually dispatches the nearest police car marked as idle.

"There!" John pointed to a purple BMW near the intersection. The front of the car was almost completely destroyed and it knocked down a wooden telephone pole.

Jack braked and stopped the police car in the middle of the fork in the road. The flashing lights of the police car would remind passing vehicles to drive cautiously when passing the accident scene.

"Dispatch center, please sign off and handle the case on foot."

John continued to report to the command center through the shoulder microphone: "The location is 1530 Crescent Heights. The power supply line is damaged. Urgently notify the Water and Power Bureau."

Jack grabbed John who was about to step forward and pointed to the wires that had fallen from the pole to the roof of the car.

"Wait a minute, the car is fully charged now. If you touch it, I'll have to call two ambulances."

Although the broken wires will not flutter around with sparks like a snake that has become a spirit in movies and TV shows, no one can directly touch the home voltage, whether it is 220 volts or 110 volts.

Fortunately, the wire is only touching the car. As long as the people inside don't get out of the car, they will be fine for the time being.

But now is not the time to complain about why LA, the second largest city in the United States, is still using wooden telephone poles that break when hit. It is a beautiful Chinese feature. At this time, the young blond woman in the car looked still charming. He was gradually waking up and was trying to open the car door.

John could only shout: "Ma'am, please stay in the car, it's very dangerous outside."

"She seems confused and can't hear what you're saying. Get ready to save people. I'll fix the wires."

Jack took out his ASP baton, thought about it, and felt a little uneasy about the thin rubber grip on it, so he dragged off his uniform and wrapped it around it.

At the same time, the blond young woman in the car seemed to be a little confused due to the impact of the car accident. She could not hear what John was shouting at all. She had already opened the car door, and as soon as one foot touched the ground, she was electrocuted and twitched all over.

"Jack, we must do something!" John was extremely anxious.

Jack quickly stepped forward, picked up the wire, and motioned for him to drag the person away.

"Command center, please send an ambulance to my location. Adult female, over 30 years old, unconscious, not breathing, injured due to electric shock."

While Jack was calling the command center, John had already laid the blond woman flat on the ground and started CPR on her.

Taking into account Taylor's past experience, Jack did not help take over after John's two cycles, but secretly touched the blond young woman's arm.

"Come on, you can do it." With John's efforts, the blond young woman resumed breathing on her own, but her consciousness was still a little blurry.

"Hey, welcome back, you're okay." John looked surprised.

"What happened?"

"It's best not to move. You were in a car accident and were unfortunately electrocuted. The ambulance is on the way." John comforted softly.

"Did you save me? Thank you!" The blond young woman was so moved that she hugged John and almost kissed him.

"Uh-huh. Yes, it should be."

John looked embarrassed, but he was too embarrassed to use force to break away from the other party.

If he hadn't felt that the influence was bad, Jack, who was watching the excitement, would have almost whistled and walked away. It seemed that he was not the only one who had to suffer a lover's calamity today.

The charming young blond woman was sent to the ambulance, and the two of them continued on their way after dealing with the scene.

"A box of Partagas originating from Cuba. I promise to keep secret what happened just now, and Grace will never know about it."

Jack goes into extortion mode.

"Don't even think about it. I only have the last box left. I can give you one to try at night."

John showed a pained expression and fiddled with the two ugly big-headed dolls on the center console with his fingers somewhat uneasily. He could vaguely tell that they were Hannah and Jack.

This was a gift made by Carla who escaped from the home of a serial kidnapper and murderer before Christmas and given to the two of them.

"What a coincidence. Who do you think that is?" Jack, who was driving slowly, pointed to the other side of the street.

The little beauty Carla on the roadside is leading a few girl scouts around ten years old to set up a stall to sell cookies for charity. They are all wearing uniforms of light pink uniforms, dark blue skirts, and a similarly light pink beret. She also wears a red scarf, which is so cute.

"Oh, they're so cute. I've always wanted a daughter like this."

John smiled exaggeratedly and wrinkled his face.

"If you and Jialisi try hard, there is still hope. Go down and say hello and buy some cookies? That way you don't have to compete with me for lunch."

Jack pulled over, opened the door and waved to Kara. The little girl jumped up and down with joy when she saw him.

Just as the two were about to cross the street, a little black man with dreadlocks suddenly rushed in front of the Girl Scouts' booth, grabbed a few boxes of cookies and wanted to run away. Kara kicked him in the calf several times. Even his feet couldn't make him let go.

"Police, stop!"

Jack and John gave chase. What kind of lunacy was this? He actually robbed the Girl Scouts' charity cookies in front of the police.