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

Chapter 1489 "Kate"

Jack was also a bit confused. While he and Shaw were removing the retainers from the four wheels, he called Braxton, one of the Wolf brothers.

As we all know, if you don't drive your car often, it's easy for someone else to drive it and it's more likely to break down. His "Mammoth" that he left in Los Angeles is usually parked in the brothers' farm garage and maintained by the farm workers.

However, Braxton was even more confused than Jack when he received the call. "Didn't you call me more than three months ago and ask me to send that car back to the Hennessy factory for refitting?"
The tow truck arrived the day after I made the call, and I loaded it onto the car myself.

"Huh?" For a moment, Jack even wondered if he had amnesia, or if he had been too busy recently.

But he quickly thought of another possibility, and hurriedly laughed it off, temporarily brushing off Braxton, and then sped up the removal of the fixation device after hanging up the phone.

"This car is really nice. Can I take it for a drive? For the next couple of days, you can just make me whatever food you want. You can treat me the same as Little Bear, no problem."

Although it was phrased as a question, Xiao had already opened the driver's side door.

“You gnawed that bone last night cleaner than the bear did. Apart from onions and garlic, what’s the difference between your diet and the bear’s?” Jack shook his head and opened the passenger door helplessly.

With Shaw's arrival, Aubrey met his true challenger. In terms of sheer appetite and eating manners, the two were evenly matched, but considering height and weight, Aubrey was completely defeated.

Xiao quickly fastened his seatbelt and excitedly licked his lips. "The view is perfect. This is truly a performance beast."

Although his body proportions were quite good, Xiao's short legs were limited by his height, so he could only kick the air twice before looking down to find the seat adjustment switch.

"Welcome aboard, Ms. Xiao." As the engine started, a seductive, mature woman's voice rang out from inside the car, startling Xiao, who was reaching under the seat.

Then the driver's seat slowly moved, and the backrest automatically adjusted forward to an extremely comfortable angle.

"And of course, there's you, dear Jack. We've finally met."

Although he was mentally prepared, Jack, who was fastening his seatbelt, couldn't help but flinch when he heard the voice that was hard to tell if it was real or fake. "'Machine'? Is that you?"

Xiao turned his head slightly stiffly to look at Jack, his eyes asking what had happened.

The alluring voice came again, this time even letting out a slightly mournful, yet incredibly human-like sigh, "I thought you would call me 'KITT,' or Kate."

"Damn it, is this car haunted?" Xiao got goosebumps from the sound, and the hairs on his arms stood up visibly.

The machine always used that strange synthesized voice to send numbers. If Jack hadn't asked, Xiao would never have imagined that this guy could actually speak, and in that slightly seductive tone with a southern female accent.

"Wow, that's really something." Jack was momentarily speechless.
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"Surprised?" Finch, who had been waiting outside the base building, was very excited when he saw the dark red "mammoth" car stop in front of him and quickly walked over to greet the two people in the car.

His recovery is quite good. If you don't look closely, you can hardly tell that he has a limp. With more exercise in the future, he will be able to fully recover.

Xiao jumped out of the car, rolled his eyes angrily, and stood to the side with his arms crossed, saying nothing. Jack, looking guilty, moved his butt from the passenger seat to the driver's seat, then reached out and pulled Finch into the car. "So you already knew?"

"Just one day earlier than you, the 'machine' ordered the removal of two servers containing its core program from the secret facility in Hanford under the guise of maintenance, by imitating the voice of Special Prosecutor Bolton."

It told me it had modified a car under the name of a fictitious company, filled it with batteries and memory, and could drive itself to me if no one needed to sit in it.

Finch finished speaking at lightning speed, completely unaware of Jack's indescribable expression. However, Xiao Liangliang, who was standing outside the car with her arms crossed and her face full of displeasure, chimed in, "Yeah, she can drive by herself."

Who could understand her frustration at being so excited to experience the performance of this behemoth, only to end up being a passenger in the driver's seat the whole way?

Before Finch could react, a clear, sweet girl's voice rang out in the driver's seat, "Daddy!"

Finch's face stiffened, and he subconsciously looked around. Now his neck could turn freely, and he could even turn his head around the back of the chair to look at the back seat.

“Stop looking, this is it. Hmm, she insisted I use the pronoun ‘She’ the whole way here,” Jack said, covering his face.

"'Machine'? Is that you?" Finch asked, uttering the same question of surprise that Jack had asked an hour earlier.
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"What happened to your car?" Kassel, whom Jack hadn't seen in a long time, came to visit him today with his daughter for a free meal, only to be met with a surprising scene: Finch was busy alone in front of the "Mammoth" sculpture, surrounded by a crowd of onlookers.

The writer had seen Jack's big pickup truck before, since the headquarters of "Shangri-La" is now in Los Angeles, where book signings and premieres of film and television adaptations are often held.

With his social skills, Kassel had already become familiar with everyone at the Wolf Brothers' farm, and even his colleagues at LAPD liked this great writer who looked exactly like the old rookie John.

Jack set up two barbecue grills on the lawn next to the driveway, where steaks, chicken wings, and various seafood were sizzling and emitting an enticing aroma.

Apart from Ms. Xiao Dachui, who was engrossed in eating, and the little bear who was quietly lying at her feet, taking big bites of steak, everyone else had no interest in the food and were watching the "mammalian" spectacle.

Of course, there were also those who helped, such as Reese helping Finch organize a bunch of cables as thick as a baby's arm, the other end of which was connected to the enclosed trunk of the pickup truck.

And then there was Gen, who had rushed over from Washington upon hearing the news, excitedly holding a laptop and bustling about.

"So, why did you name yourself Kate?" Hannah asked curiously, leaning against the car.

The "machine" now had a different voice. It was neither the alluring, magnetic, mature female voice that sounded like someone was doing "ASMR" in her ear, nor the childlike voice that called Finch "Daddy".

“I was inspired by an AI car called ‘KITT’ in Jack’s script.”

This emotionless female AI tone makes Jack want to shout "Xiao Ai Tongxue" (a popular AI voice assistant in China).

(End of this chapter)