Chapter 47 Worry

While listening to the conversation and trying to recall more details, Jack looked at Zoe and asked: "Superintendent Anderson, how many gang members are there in that [Southern Front]?"

  Zoe has been observing secretly since arriving at the scene. Jack secretly breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was not injured. Now that he heard him taking the initiative to ask him questions, he could finally look at him openly in front of everyone.

  "There are about five to six thousand people in California as a whole, and there are at least two thousand members in the greater Los Angeles area."

  Superintendent Gray looked at John: "So the most important thing now is to protect your safety. I will temporarily transfer you After leaving the street patrol team, I suggest you rest at home for the time being. There will be a group of police officers stationed near your home all day."

  Seeing that it was almost time, Zoe proposed that she escort John home. Obviously in her understanding, the gangsters would not be around again. Even though she was arrogant, she didn't dare to attack her as a police officer.

  Alarm bells were ringing in Jack's mind, but in public it was unwise to question the orders of his immediate superior, let alone the decisions of his superior who were trying to stop his superior.

  Suppressing the anxiety in his heart, he said with a smile: "I'll join you, and stay at John's house at night. I warned him of the attack last time at home, and this time, I don't mind letting him owe me more. You know, my new house still needs a decorator."

  John patted him on the shoulder gratefully: "You should have asked me for help a long time ago. I have guessed that you can't handle your super luxurious kitchen by yourself. ."

  Since the old Ford pickup truck was in a state of disrepair, John got into the police car driven by Zoe, and Jack followed in his second-hand Chevrolet. Fortunately, the journey was uneventful and he arrived at John's home safely.

  Zoe and John exchanged a few words and then planned to say goodbye and leave. Jack followed closely and stopped her outside the house.

  "Superintendent Anderson"

  Zoe turned back with a smile, her high single ponytail swinging into a wonderful arc in the night.

  Jack hesitated to speak. He wanted to remind Sister Yu to pay attention to safety, but he didn't know where to start. Zoe at work was not as gentle and sweet as when they got along in private. It might be more serious to be arbitrary, but she was confident and independent. That's right.

  This may be a necessary quality for a woman to become a leader in a male-dominated police system.

  Superintendent Gray, who is also from the military, respects his young female superintendent not just because of the difference in status. As a low-level commander who grew up as a street patrol officer, he has to deal with his own incompetence. The boss still has some skills.

  But Jack has never seen Superintendent Gray do anything perfunctory to Zoe, even just verbally.

  He remembers Zoe once mentioned that Superintendent Gray was quite critical of her recruiting the old rookie John, but except for At first, he made several difficulties to test John's determination to become a police officer. Later, as John's performance became increasingly outstanding, the black-faced superintendent gradually became more and more fond of this old rookie of his own age.

  This includes both John's performance, which allows him to see hope in coping with his midlife crisis, and his admiration for his boss's vision of people.

  Suddenly a glimmer of inspiration flashed in Jack's mind, and a hazy idea gradually took shape, but it wasn't the time to say it yet. He had to find a way to convince John first.

  "Well, I have some ideas, but they are not perfect yet. Can you provide some information about the [Southern Front]? I will report to you tomorrow morning."

  Zoe seemed a little surprised, but nodded immediately, with deep affection in her beautiful eyes. : "I'll send it to your email when I get back. Please be safe at night."

  This occasion is not suitable for intimacy. Not to mention John in the house, there is a police car parked across the road outside the house to perform protection tasks.    

  Jack resisted the urge to hug the beautiful lady into his arms, and just said softly: "You too, my dear."

  Zoe's pretty face blushed, she rolled her eyes at this daring guy, and continued Said: "Tomorrow my parents will put Hannah on the plane to Quantico. You can just go back to the bureau to report."

  After the two said goodbye, Jack returned to John's room. The old rookie had already carefully laid a strip in the living room. A blanket, with a pot of coffee and a box of five Cohiba cigars.

  "Wow, you still have such a good thing hidden." Jack happily took a cigar, put it under his nose and smelled it. The fragrant aroma was really intoxicating.

  He is not a smoker, but he likes the fragrant aroma of Cuban cigars when lit. When he is upset or needs to think about problems for a long time, he will light up a good Cuban cigar, just like burning incense. Thugs are also very luxurious.

  John skillfully cut one end with special cigar scissors, then lit it with a long white birch match and handed it to Jack.

  The fragrant aroma spreads in the mouth, flows on the tip of the tongue, and then slowly spits it out. Jack's mood relaxes, and the face of John sitting opposite him also shows an expression of enjoyment.

  "Thank you for saving my life again, Jack. I don't know how to thank you." John said solemnly.

  Jack waved his hands carelessly: "Didn't I tell you before, just help me finish the damn kitchen together. I've already wasted nearly 100 dollars worth of materials."

  John laughed dumbly, and frowned again: " I can't go to work like this tomorrow, can I? I mean, now I'm going to endanger everyone within five feet of me."

  "Aren't we always in danger from the time we become street cops? Who knows? The sky will be shot to death by a bullet flying from the street corner." Jack asked in a somewhat funny tone.

  "Did you become a rookie policeman at the age of 45 because you think this job is more comfortable than the construction contractor you worked before?"

  John asked doubtfully: "You mean, I should go directly to work tomorrow and be a gangster." The fatwa does not exist?"

  Jack's tone was very reasonable: "Shouldn't they be afraid of us? We are the ones who make these scum of society tremble."

  "I think if this matter reaches the upper echelons of the police force today , Those big guys will be angrier than me. This is a police state. When will it be the gang's turn to challenge the authority of the police?"

  But Jack then changed the subject: "But it ultimately depends on you, you have a family, Other colleagues will understand any decision you make."

  John nodded: "Superintendent Anderson also meant the same thing just now, so I decided to go to work normally. They will definitely be very short of manpower tomorrow."

  At this time, Jack's cell phone beeped. After beeping twice, he picked it up and found that Zoe had sent a bunch of information.

  (End of chapter)