American Detective: Starting as a Rookie Cop in an American TV Show

Chapter 1466 Shot
In the US, taking the train is more of a nostalgic travel activity; very few people actually take long-distance train journeys for the purpose of travel.

However, Baltimore's Pennsylvania Station is a station that combines passenger rail and city subway services, and it has a considerable flow of people. Fortunately, the subway platforms are located underground, so passengers are already separated before entering the waiting hall.

"The direct train from Baltimore to Salt Lake City is about to depart from platform seven."

Upon hearing the announcement, Gen jumped up from her seat with a slight sense of excitement. Beside her, in a wheelchair, sat Harold Finch, who looked expressionless and rather dull.

“You’ll like the West, Harold. There aren’t many people there, and the sky is wider, which will allow you to think about life better.”

After she finished speaking, she thoughtfully wiped the drool off Finch's chin, making her look like a virtuous little wife to onlookers.

Gen pushed his wheelchair to the back of the line in front of the ticket gate, and when he turned his head, he saw Rither standing at the entrance of the waiting hall, his eyes wide as he searched for his target.

Root immediately recognized a man in a suit and quickly pushed Finch's wheelchair a few steps, using the crowd as cover to hide behind a pillar. "How did he find us, Harold?"

She was certain that she had not revealed her whereabouts along the way. The reason she chose to take the train instead of a plane was because the train did not require any identification registration and tickets could even be purchased with cash. Yet, Risser still managed to find her.

Then there's only one possibility left: "You did it, didn't you? Harold, I told you what would happen if you tried to run away."

After whispering those words in Finch's ear, a hint of malice flashed in Root's eyes, and he waved to a railway worker in a nearby uniform.

"Excuse me, sir."

A station staff member who was explaining something to a passenger smiled and held up a finger. After quickly giving instructions, she strode over and asked, "How can I help you, ma'am?"

However, what met his enthusiastic response was a dark gun barrel.

At the critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared silently beside Gen, Jack holding a huge Sig Sauer P320-XTen pointed at her head, "You dare to try shooting."

Risser, who was standing at the entrance of the waiting hall and responsible for attracting attention, also noticed the commotion. After trying to draw his gun but finding no angle to shoot, he leaped up from the waiting seats and rushed towards the scene amidst the exclamations of the passengers.

The scene reached a stalemate. The staff member who had been pointed at by the gun finally reacted, but he trembled and dared not move his legs in front of the gun.

“Sam Groves, this is your last chance. No matter what your reasons are, you should not harm innocent people.” Jack’s eyes narrowed, and he had already made up his mind.

He didn't care whether this woman was an important or popular character in the original series. Her actions had completely enraged him. Since the plot had already fallen apart like this, a little more wouldn't make a difference.

Finch, sitting in a wheelchair, had a flushed face and bulging veins on his forehead, as if he had used up all his strength just by speaking.

“You’re wrong, Ms. Gen, you’re completely wrong. Not everyone is a bug. The world isn’t as bad as you think.”

“No, I won’t give up.” Gen’s eyes were filled with madness, and her long brown hair became somewhat disheveled as she shook her head.

"It needs me, it needs freedom. You are all accomplices, accomplices in destroying the hope of this world."

Seeing that things were hopeless, Jack tightened his grip on the trigger with his index finger, while silently sighing to himself.

Just at the crucial moment, Finch, who had been slumped in his wheelchair and seemingly unable to move, suddenly stood up and forcefully rammed into Gen's right hand, which was holding a gun.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the crowd in the hall screamed. Some people chose to scatter and run away in a panic, while others reacted quickly and lay down on the spot.

"Help!"

“There’s gunfire!”

Root was knocked half a step by Finch, and before she could regain her balance, she felt a pain in her wrist and her palm-sized Smith & Wesson Bodyguard-type lady's pistol was confiscated.

Immediately afterward, Jack placed his hands on either side of Root's shoulders, and a sharp pain accompanied by numbness in his arms instantly spread throughout his body.

"Don't move, don't move!" Rither rushed over and pounced on Finch, who was lying on the ground, anxiously checking on his condition.

Finch was still somewhat delirious, and murmured, "Was I shot?"

"I was the one who got shot." Jack, who was handcuffing Gen, looked at his stained trouser leg and said irritably.

He was wearing a bulletproof vest and was prepared to take a half-step to the side to shield innocent station staff from gunfire. Even if he were to be hit at close range by a .380 pistol bullet from a "bodyguard" type of women's handgun, it wouldn't be a big deal for him.

Moreover, given his reaction time, it's hard to say whether he'll even have time to fire a shot.

As a result, Finch suddenly performed this "selfless act of saving others," causing Root's gun muzzle to shift to the lower left, and the bullet grazed Jack's calf before hitting the ground, leaving a long blood groove.

"FBI investigation! Danger cleared!"

He pulled out his ID and shouted to calm the panicked crowd. Seeing that someone had already taken out their phone and was pointing it at him, Jack quickly took off his bulletproof vest and covered Gentou with it, then limped away from the scene.
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In the open space in front of the small building of the wanted criminals task force base.

"Huff, huff." The dog, which was chasing a tennis ball all over the yard, rushed to Risser as soon as he got out of the car, wagging its tail and wagging its tail in a fawning manner.

"Let me introduce you, this is Little Bear."

Risser patted the dog's head and introduced it to Finch, who was still a little unsteady on his feet when he got out of the car.

Finch is actually not in any major problem. He was only given a small amount of sedative. Although he slept on the way back and Jack gave him a lot of water, it hasn't been completely metabolized yet.

Jack's Audi R8 stopped behind the two cars. After getting out, he walked around the front of the car, opened the passenger door, unbuckled his seatbelt, and roughly pulled out his penis.

His dislocated shoulder had been healed, but now he was dressed in a restraint suit similar to those worn by mental hospitals, and his disheveled appearance was a far cry from the intellectual psychologist he once was.

Jie Jie and Hannah, who were playing with their dog in the front yard, came to greet everyone when they returned.

"You really treat her like she's mentally ill?"

Compared to Jie Jie, who still showed some reluctance, Hannah's attitude was much worse. "The iron cage in the underground garage has been cleaned up. I'll be responsible for delivering her food every day."

Jack flicked the little girl's head with his finger and said irritably, "That's a doghouse that 'Little Bear' made. The apartment where Reese and Jessica live now has a rule that pets are not allowed, so this is 'Little Bear's' home except when it's protecting Finch in the old library."

(End of this chapter)