Chapter 14 Backup/Spare Gun

Beside her, Jack forcibly suppressed his excitement at seeing his childhood idol and wore a shy smile. "Hello, Mrs. Dee Dee McCall, I'm Jack Tyler."

Unexpectedly, Dee Dee McCall proactively extended her hands towards the sunny young man in front of her and hugged him. "Hello, handsome young man, I'm delighted by your visit."

As they entered the house, they didn't see the long-awaited figure. Sensing their confusion, Dee Dee McCall sighed, "Rick had a stroke two months ago, leaving him paralyzed on the right side. His rehabilitation hasn't been going smoothly."

Both of them felt a pang of concern. Jack quickly asked, "Can we see him?"

Dee Dee McCall nodded, "Of course, he hasn't been out in half a month. Knowing that two young officers have come to visit, will make his mood improve a bit. We don't have children, so there are very few young visitors in our home."

As she spoke, she led them to the bedroom on the first floor. Upon pushing the door open, they saw an elderly man, thin and with silver hair, smiling as he looked at the young couple. In his somewhat melancholic eyes, one could faintly discern the former glory of this heroic detective.

"Mr. Hunter, I'm Jack Tyler, and I am honored to meet you. I've admired your achievements for a long time," Jack's voice trembled slightly despite his efforts to hide it, revealing his current emotions.

Although Rick Hunter was paralyzed on one side, his mind was clear. The tenacious old man struggled to extend his left hand, the only part he could move, and shook hands with Jack. Sensing the young man's excitement, he looked a bit puzzled. "Nathan Tyler and Fanny Tyler, who are they to you?"

Jack was taken aback. Could it be that Detective Hunter actually knew the original's parents? Thinking that this old man had been a cop in Los Angeles for over thirty years, such a possibility couldn't be ruled out. Instead of sticking to his prepared script, he no longer forced himself to restrain his emotions, and with a tremulous voice, he replied, "They are my parents. Do you still remember them?"

"Of course, Nathan and Fanny have been my old friends. Back when I was still on the streets, I often went to that little shop on Saturn Street to buy some snacks. At that time, you probably hadn't been born yet. Are they doing well now?" Rick Hunter's expression turned sorrowful.

Jack was startled for a moment, then put on a sad expression. "My family experienced a fire three years ago. I barely survived, but they weren't so fortunate."

"Oh, poor child." Dee Dee McCall couldn't help but embrace Jack, her eyes welling with tears.

Rick Hunter looked guilty. "I'm sorry, kid. I had no idea."

"It's alright. It's all in the past. My father used to talk about you often when I was young, which is why I've become a member of the LAPD now." Jack, now playing the role of an actor, comforted the two elderly people and smoothly continued,

Hannah suddenly had an epiphany. No wonder Jack had mentioned that he wanted to visit these two elderly individuals, but she had no idea it was such a significant coincidence.

Listening to Rick Hunter's stories, Jack couldn't help but feel lucky. It turned out that more than 30 years ago, the legendary Detective Hunter, then still a patrol officer, had helped chase away some street hooligans causing trouble at a small grocery store. That's how he got to know the original host's parents, but their relationship wasn't very deep. As time passed and he later became a detective, work got busier, leading to a gradual loss of contact.

"Speaking of which, it was the experience of your parents eloping that deeply moved me and gave me the courage to propose to Dee Dee later." Rick Hunter's face was filled with nostalgia as he said this.

Jack's mind was settled; he couldn't believe such a coincidence. He smoothly established a relationship with the Hunter couple, and in his words, the original host's parents became grateful people.

They used to frequently follow the news in the newspapers and would recount Uncle Hunter's heroic deeds to their young son. From that moment, his young self had set his ambition to become a member of the LAPD. To prove his story, he vaguely recounted a case he had seen from "Detective Hunter." Both Hunter and Dee Dee had excellent memories, so with a little prompting, they vividly recalled the entire case, leaving Jack nodding in agreement.

Assisted by the helpful Hannah, Jack's backup, they added dramatic touches to the story. As she narrated how Jack, after experiencing a tragedy, had put in relentless effort to continue his education and graduated with outstanding results from the police academy, becoming a promising young talent in the police force

The result was that Jack gained an additional pair of uncle and aunt, and then he and Hannah were invited to have a hearty lunch prepared by Aunt Dee Dee.

After lunch, they carefully helped Uncle Hunter into his wheelchair. Jack couldn't help but feel admiration for Aunt Dee Dee's hard work. Dee Dee was barely 5 feet 7 inches tall, while Hunter stood at an impressive 6 feet 8 inches. Even if he was thin, he was still a nearly 6-foot-tall pole. No wonder his rehabilitation was so challenging.

They pushed the wheelchair to the front yard, allowing the old man to reunite with the long-lost sunlight and breathe some fresh air. Jack cleaned the lawn while chatting with his Uncle Hunter.

"Hannah said that you've been a cop for less than 2 months, and you've already killed two suspects?" Hunter lightly tapped his unconscious right arm, asking with a hint of disbelief.

"Yes, the first time was when I assisted my training officer in dealing with armed hostage-takers, and the second time was when I shot a drug dealer attempting to fire at our commanding officer, Captain Gray," Jack skillfully trimmed the rose bushes as he replied.

"I thought Los Angeles in the '80s and '90s was dangerous enough. Every time I worked a case, I had to get a new car. I didn't expect it to still be rough now."

Jack nodded repeatedly, thinking to himself, "Yeah, yeah, I remember. I used to enjoy watching you crash your car with Dee Dee the beauty while driving, wrecking several cars in each episode. Back then, I thought the people in the States were so rich; they didn't even feel bad about smashing such expensive small cars."

"Hey, kid, do you have a backup gun?" Hunter suddenly seemed to remember something and shouted back into the house, "Dee Dee, bring me the box from the safe."

Dee Dee brought out an exquisite walnut box and placed it on Hunter's lap, smiling as she asked, "Old man, are you really willing to give away your prized possession?"

Jack curiously looked at the wooden box as Hunter laboriously opened it with his left hand. Inside lay an impressive blued Colt Python, oozing with dominance.

"I won't be needing it anyway. Why not give it to this fine young man? On dangerous streets, you can't solely rely on a plastic gun. Sometimes an old timer like this is more dependable," Hunter said.

The gun Jack currently used was a department-issued Glock 22, which contained a considerable number of engineering plastic components. Some of the old cops playfully referred to it as a plastic gun. In contrast, the Colt Python, as a classic of its generation, was extensively equipped among American police officers in the '70s and '80s.

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