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

Chapter 1478 "DouDou" Saves the Beauty, Risser is in Deep Danger
"Thank you, Jack. I feel much better after these few days of treatment. To be honest, I can't wait to see my doctor."

Although he said that, Finch was actually staring intently at the metal rod in Jack's hand, which was almost as thick as his little finger, and his calves were twitching uncontrollably.

"What are you talking about? Oh, you mean this?" Jack was too lazy to explain to this nearsighted guy, so he handed Finch's glasses back to him and gestured for the guy to put them back on.

“Look closely, this is the tool I use to clean the gun barrel.” Jack handed him the metal rod wrapped in strips of cloth, and Finch finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank God, I thought you weren't satisfied with torturing people with those needles anymore and were planning to stab me with this thing."

Feeling that the conversation was really bad, Jack shook his head speechlessly and whistled. The dog "Little Bear" came running at the sound, obediently squatting down in a standard sitting position, panting with its tongue lolling out, its black bean-like eyes shining brightly, staring unblinkingly at its owner.

Although Reese is nominally its owner, Finch covers all of "Little Bear's" food and toy expenses, and a group of people often come over under the guise of playing with it to pet the dog.

But if we're talking about who "Little Bear" is closest to, it's definitely Jack.

Now, whenever Jack has time to go into the kitchen, the most excited one is "Little Bear," even though dogs mainly perceive delicious food through their sense of smell, and their sense of taste is far less rich than that of humans.

But as the saying goes, a perfect combination of color, aroma, and taste is the most comprehensive definition of delicious food. "Little Bear," whose sense of smell surpasses that of humans, will start drooling as soon as he notices Jack busy in the kitchen.

Jack fastened a leash to "Little Bear's" collar and handed the other end of the leash to Finch, saying, "It's your turn to take 'Little Bear' out for a walk today. I'm going to rescue Lionel (Frosco)."

Finch tried to turn his aching neck. Although he couldn't turn it as freely as a normal person now, since the spinal fixation device was still in place, it was much better than before when he was like a hemiplegic patient who could only turn it a little bit.

He watched with curiosity as Jack deftly put on his bulletproof vest, looking fully armed and ready to go out and fight. "Didn't Detective Frosco just say on the phone that he could handle it and didn't need any help?"

Jack's lips twitched, and he looked at Finch as if to confirm whether Finch was joking with him.

"Have you ever seen a man say he's not good enough in front of a beautiful woman? If I had gotten there any later, I probably would have been left to collect his corpse."

“Uh,” Finch suddenly realized, and quickly took out his phone to make a call, “I’ll ask John (Reese) if he has time.”

Jack waved his hand, indicating that there was no need for such trouble. "He finally found out Mark Snow's whereabouts, so let's not bother him for now. It's just a small gang; I can handle it by myself."

A few minutes later, watching the red taillights of the Audi R8 disappear into the night, Finch looked down at "Little Bear" and said, mimicking what Jack had just said.

"Just a small gang, I can handle it all by myself. That sounds like a line from a movie, something only a lone hero would say."

The little bear blinked its beady eyes and looked back at him, its expression utterly innocent.
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"It seems that things are destined to end badly today. Only one of us can escape. As soon as I fire back, you run for your life and never look back, understand?"

Fusco pulled the girl behind his plainclothes police car, facing three gangsters armed with automatic weapons.

Bullets had riddled one side of the car with holes, and stray bullets were constantly whizzing past the roof, leaving bullet holes in the wall opposite the small square.

“Oh no, Lionel, I’m not worth you doing this.” Although the girl was being forcibly pulled behind Fusco, her gaze towards him was practically drooling. Fusco pulled out his spare revolver from his waistband, looking like he was ready to sacrifice himself for his confidante. “Listen to me! Get ready!”

With a loud shout, he stood up, guns in both hands, and instantly sent the approaching gang gunmen fleeing in terror.

However, the brilliance was only in those few seconds. The scene looked exciting, but Frost had neither Jack's cheat codes nor Aubrey's unpredictable headshot skills.

After a series of loud bangs, both sides were left with smoke but no injuries.

Forced to retreat behind the car by the renewed firepower from the other side, Fosco glared at the girl beside him, furious. "I told you to run! What were you doing?"

“No, Lionel, we’ll die together.” The girl spoke English, but with a slight Eastern European accent.

"This is really the end." Fusco frantically changed magazines, filled with regret for trying to show off. He should have just called the FBI for help.

Just at the critical moment, a black sports car drifted around the street corner like a ghost, making a high-profile entrance amidst a sudden roar, and rushed straight toward the small square.

The three gang gunmen were caught off guard; before they could even turn their guns around, the blinding headlights had already dazzled them.

The Audi R8, trailing a plume of blue smoke, drifted around the fountain in the center of the small square before ramming the three gunmen with its rear end, sending them sprawling.

Jack opened the door and got out of the car. Without even looking, he shot one of the gunmen who was trying to resist in the knee. The other two guys, who were still groaning, immediately became quiet and hurriedly threw their weapons far away.

"Do you always wait until the last minute to show off?" Forsco pulled the girl, who was taller than him, up to Jack and complained irritably.

Jack didn't answer, but watched with a maternal smile as the girl cupped Frosco's chubby face, leaned down and planted a deep kiss on his lips. Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

"Thank you, Lionel, thank you for everything you've done for me."

Forsco stood there with his mouth slightly agape, not quite understanding what was happening until Jack's cell phone rang at an inopportune moment.

"Finch, this call couldn't be more at a worse time." Seeing the romantic atmosphere broken, Jack sighed, took out his phone, and answered the call.

"It's extremely urgent, Jack, an emergency! The machine just gave us Mr. Reese's number!" Finch spoke rapidly, using a series of words to illustrate the gravity of the situation.

"Huh?" Jack was taken aback. "When did Reese get a social security number?"

“It’s one of the fake identities I made for him. I just tried to contact him, but his cell phone signal has disappeared. I’m trying to pinpoint the last place where the signal disappeared.”

"Send me the address, I'll go take a look now."

(End of this chapter)