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

Chapter 1477 Everyone's Individual Tasks

Not only was she herself suspicious, but everyone else in the room also looked at her with distrust.

Although this woman looks very different from what she did a little over a week ago, this doesn't just mean that she has turned tanned; more importantly, she doesn't look as crazy anymore.

When discussing rescuing the "machine," she seemed somewhat hostile towards Finch, but overall she remained within the normal range, no longer exhibiting the previous madness as if she had joined some cult.

But after all, only a little over a week has passed. Although everyone has always had a lot of confidence in Jack, they really have no confidence in Root at all. You have to know that he was sent here in a restraint suit at the beginning.

"It's okay, you can treat it as a test, but only one chance, of course."

Jack smiled mysteriously, "I've found you a partner, who will also be your supervisor."

"An overseer?" Gen showed an interested expression. "Are you sure someone can keep an eye on me?"

“You’re overthinking it.” Jack’s smile was somewhat malicious. “If you break our agreement, she’ll kill you without hesitation.”

Hannah, who was standing to the side, was already pouting, and Jie Jie also looked a little unhappy. They had both guessed who Jack had arranged as Root's partner.

As if on cue, the roar of a sports car engine grew louder as it approached, and soon the doorbell of the base building rang.

Before Jack could get up to open the door, Hannah stepped forward and opened it first. What appeared before everyone was two beautiful legs that were longer than the average person's lifespan, and they were wearing a pair of stiletto heels that were at least 10 centimeters long.

As the gaze moves upward, the hot pants and tight-fitting T-shirt accentuate her figure perfectly. A thin silk shirt is worn casually, with the sleeves tied in a bow at the waist, just enough to cover her cute belly button.

Anna lifted the large pile of shopping bags she was carrying high and winked at Hannah, "These are all new products that will be released at this fall's Fashion Week."

"Come in." Hannah rolled her eyes in annoyance and didn't reach out to take the things from her hands, but she still made way for her in the doorway.

Although I'm reluctant to admit it, Jack's decision to make Anna Root's partner was absolutely right; she'd definitely be able to keep Anna in check.
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While the girls were "communicating" downstairs, Jack took Finch upstairs. Today was their agreed-upon treatment day, and soon after, someone's miserable screams of pain came from upstairs.

"Oh no! Jack! Stop! Mr. Tavorer! Is it too late for me to back out now? Are you sure you won't leave me paralyzed for the rest of my life? Ah! Oh!"

An hour later, when the two went downstairs again, Finch still looked stiff in the neck and walked with a limp, but he seemed to have been reborn, and his steps were lighter as he went downstairs.

As agreed, for the next two weeks, Finch would come in every day for chiropractic and acupuncture treatments. After that, he would go to the best orthopedic medical center in New York, the HSS (Hospital for Special Surgery), for a comprehensive examination, where the leading doctors would assess whether the fixation device on his spine needed to be removed.

During this period, Root will go undercover to work for Special Prosecutor Bolton, while Reese will be responsible for investigating the whereabouts of his former superior, Mark Snow.

The members of the wanted criminal team will take turns tracking the agent named Hersh, hoping to find out more about the "Intelligence Support Operations Division" through him.

“Ah, sounds like everyone’s got something to do, except me and Little Bear.” Fusco teased the dog but looked annoyed. “You’ll all be busy, and I’ll be the only one sitting on the sidelines.” Danny didn’t come today because the Reagan family had indeed been very busy lately, even though Frank Reagan becoming the future mayor of New York City was practically a done deal when he stepped forward to announce his candidacy for special election.

But nothing can be omitted: "visiting grassroots communities" to garner votes, participating in various televised debates, and of course, many politically motivated banquets.

Although Danny wasn't particularly interested in this kind of thing, his wife Linda was very happy, at least for the time being.

After all, as the eldest daughter-in-law of the Regan family, she had never benefited much from the family's success, but had given a great deal of effort.

The women in the previous two generations of the Regan family have all passed away. Old Henry is now in his early eighties, which is understandable, but Frank Regan is still in his prime, yet he is a widower who lives a free and independent private life.

Although it's definitely a good thing not having a mother-in-law to manage things, the father-in-law doesn't want to remarry, so the family is missing a female head of the household, which means that Linda, the eldest daughter-in-law, has to take on all the "internal affairs" of this large family.

Women are all a little vain, and the Regan family is now a coveted spot in New York's high society, receiving a constant stream of invitations to dinners under the guise of charity. Danny couldn't possibly let his wife attend alone, so he's been extremely busy lately.

"Come on, you must have something you need me to do, right? Lately, all I've been doing is picking up and dropping off this dog between the library and here every day," Fusco continued to complain.

"No, I just received a number. A girl living in Brooklyn is in some trouble and needs your help. She seems to be a victim. I'll send you her information now."

Finch's fingers flew across his phone.

Fusco still looked annoyed, pulling out his beeping phone as he continued to complain, "So you all have important things to do, like being agents or undercover agents, while I have to deal with this..."

His rambling nonsense suddenly stopped, and he stared blankly at the photos that kept popping up on the screen, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"Is this the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show?" Jack curiously leaned closer and saw a beautiful girl wearing the signature Victoria's Secret lingerie in one of the photos.

"Yes, Karolina Kurkova, whom we usually call 'KK,' is the youngest model to open the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show as a non-'Angel' and wear the 'Victoria's Star' lingerie."

Anna, a professional, recognized the girl in the photo at a glance. "I heard that she had to leave the fashion industry last year due to health reasons, but there are rumors that it was because she was harassed by Armenian gangs."

“I’m going to rescue her right now.” Frosko’s sudden movement of getting up startled “Little Bear,” the dog that was playing around his legs.

"Don't rush, this is just a boring protection job. Maybe I can find you something more exciting," Jack said loudly behind him.

“No need. There’s an innocent, pitiful person who needs help right now, and it’s my duty to help.” Detective “DouDou” straightened his shirt and walked out with an indomitable spirit.

(End of this chapter)