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

Chapter 1492 The chaotic world

"5 o'clock 321".

As the countdown in his headphones finished, a figure stumbled past the alleyway entrance. Jack, who had been waiting impatiently against the wall, didn't even look at him, but swung the old baseball bat he had picked up and accurately struck the opponent's knee.

"Huff, huff." Frosko, who had been chasing all the way, was panting like a broken bellows. He watched as Jack handcuffed the suspect who was rolling on the ground, and his fat face was full of displeasure.

"Why can't Kate assign me the job of waiting here and waiting for the rabbit to run into the tree stump?"

"Because Detective Frosco ate two steaks and 56 fries for lunch today, totaling more than 3000 calories. For your cardiovascular health, you need to maintain a sufficient amount of exercise."

The mature, sophisticated voice of "Machine" Kate came through their earphones.

Fusco rolled his eyes and pointed at Jack with his finger. "Is this the tragic future of humanity? Surveillance everywhere, did you notice? She even counted how many fries there were."

“It was you who asked Kate to make you lose weight after you stepped on the scale last night.” Jack said speechlessly as he picked up the suspect from the ground and handed him to “DouDou”.

“But if I don’t eat my fill, I simply can’t complete the amount of exercise you’ve prescribed.” Frosko patted the large belly that plagues every middle-aged man and sighed helplessly.

"Is it true that you need to be full to have the energy to lose weight?" Jack was speechless at being attacked by this old, corny joke.

Half a year has passed since "machine" baby Kate gained her freedom. Autumn has turned to spring, and the Christmas and New Year holidays have passed in the blink of an eye. Someone is about to start worrying about the annual Valentine's Day again.

January in New York is still quite cold, and manhole covers emitting white steam are still visible everywhere on the streets. Having lived in this metropolis for a long time, Jack has developed a certain fondness for it.

Although many neighborhoods here have dilapidated public facilities, a dirty and smelly environment, and dark corners full of filth, and traffic congestion seems to be an unsolvable problem, it still attracts people from all over the world.

Just like this vast empire, although it was corrupt inside, it was still outwardly glamorous and far superior to old Europe.

Europe is now completely flat, with the left and right forces within each country severely dividing society. The Russian faction, having quickly completed the Russian saga, is also extremely excited, shouting slogans like "restoring the glory of the Roman Empire," which are hard to contain.

The Middle East is in utter chaos. The upper echelons of the Persian Empire want to surrender but cannot, while the middle and lower classes still maintain the airs of the true Persian tradition and do not even respect the mysterious Silk Road of the East. However, when facing the "Honey Badger," it is obvious to everyone that they are all bark and no bite.

A new Middle East war seems unstoppable, and now that president is stirring up trouble on the peninsula, directly ordering US troops stationed there to intervene in a strange coup.

The background music of "six batons per second" once again resounded over the peninsula, but this time it wasn't some "air force" that was deployed, but rather American soldiers who are a source of pride for the people of the southern peninsula and are known as "bodyguards".

The world situation today is completely different from what Jack remembers, and it's no longer so familiar.

Of course, from a timeline perspective, the current point in time is long past when he transmigrated, and it's unknown whether the world before his transmigration became even more chaotic than this one.

For the past six months, "Omega" has launched a series of heavy attacks on "Always Vigilant," a program that Jack is concerned about, destroying multiple secret outposts, but has yet to capture any important figures.

The other party was clearly aware of the existence of the "machine" and was evading Kate's tracking by constantly changing their false identities.

Unable to ascertain the true identities of the key members of "Always Vigilant," Kate couldn't even utilize facial recognition technology, as the higher-ups had never revealed their faces. However, based on information from some of the lower-ranking members captured so far, it seems they are planning a large-scale operation.

The large amount of funding from unknown sources allowed the organization to be quite generous in recruiting people and to purchase large quantities of weapons through unknown channels.

Judging from the types of weapons seized in the joint Omega and FBI operation, fully automatic rifles were just standard issue. In addition to explosives including C4 and hand grenades, they also found high-risk weapons such as man-portable missiles.

Despite the proliferation of civilian weapons in the federal government, with some ordinary citizens even keeping heavy firepower like "Lao Gan Ma" (a popular chili sauce brand) or Gatling guns in their homes, the control over man-portable missiles like the "Stinger" and "Javelin" is quite strict.

After all, civilians cannot fight back against National Guard tanks and armed helicopters with guns, but these weapons are truly capable of doing so.

However, what raises serious doubts is that when the FBI repeatedly emphasized the level of threat and requested intelligence cooperation from other federal agencies, including the CIA, the relevant information obtained was extremely limited.

Since the "machine" was still outputting "relevant numbers" normally, the NSA had not discovered that her real body had escaped, and the inability to provide much information was exactly what Jack had expected.

But the CIA's reaction was somewhat unexpected.

Generally speaking, the CIA is usually quite proactive when it receives a request from the FBI for assistance in domestic counterterrorism missions, since they are nominally prohibited from operating within the country.

Joint operations with the FBI are one of the few domestic missions they can legitimately participate in under the guise of being consultants, even if they don't always provide much help to their overseas intelligence activities. But no one would complain about getting less credit for their work.

However, the CIA's response this time was surprisingly lukewarm. They sent a liaison officer who made a few bureaucratic remarks and then nothing more.

Jack asked Rosie and Harry and found out that the current president, who loves wearing eyeliner, was planning to cut back on the intelligence agencies and had asked the CIA to lay off at least 1200 people.

The CIA is in a state of panic. Whether it's agents on field missions around the world, analysts at overseas military bases, or those working in offices at home, everyone is worried about being laid off for no apparent reason.

As the suspect was being escorted into the NYPD patrol car that had arrived as backup, Fusco eagerly came over to rub against Jack's "mammoth."

These days, Jack still drives his Audi R8 whenever he goes out, because as long as there is a cell phone signal, Kate can communicate with him via Bluetooth headset connected to his phone, just like Finch did before.

But when there's a mission, Jack still chooses to drive the "Mammoth" because, in addition to the radio, the vehicle also has a retractable satellite antenna on the rear hatch.

“Actually, with your current income, you could buy one.” Jack found his expression amusing.

Fusco shook his head vigorously, his chubby cheeks twitching. "That doesn't fit my detective image. Chief Regan is the mayor now, and I don't want to be constantly watched by guys from the Department of Internal Affairs."

It was rare for this guy to have such awareness, which surprised Jack. His impression of most Americans was that they were all about being high-profile and that few could resist the brainwashing of consumerism.

After dropping "DouDou" off at the police station, Jack drove straight out of town toward Washington, D.C.

He had just received a call from Kate to come and help out Fusco. His main task today was to get to Washington, D.C. before evening and give the two mature women an early Valentine's Day celebration.

(End of this chapter)