Chapter 85 KITT?
Jack showed a shy smile and pointed to the scratched corner of his mouth, indicating that he was not completely intact either.
"Maybe that guy's bones are brittle. The situation was more urgent at that time and I had to go all out."
In fact, although Jack's fighting skills have reached proficiency, he was able to quickly kill two killers today. , it really didn’t use any skills, it all relied on his superhuman physique. The thin arms and legs of the female killer couldn’t break through the defense at all. The muscles of the bald man looked intimidating, but he was basically just a guy, better than those in the gym. The God of War is not much stronger.
If he really wanted to switch to the gang of killers with barcodes tattooed on the backs of their bare heads, Jack would give up his gun and fight hand-to-hand. He would have to apply healing skills to himself before shooting black guns.
Ray King and David Rossi seemed to be very familiar with each other. I don’t know if they had any interactions before. The two whispered for a while, and then the skinny old man left a few IRS agents to protect Mecia and left in a hurry.
David Rossi didn’t come here specifically for Jack. He probably came to LA for business and came to see her on the spur of the moment, but it was obvious that he was very satisfied with Maureen’s recommendation.
Knowing that Jack had stayed up all night, he was very concerned and asked to go back to rest early, showing off his leadership early.
"We will meet again soon, and I hope our first cooperation will go well."
Without a word that had no beginning or end, David Rossi said goodbye and left the hospital. .
"Long time no see?" The crowd finally left, and Maureen looked at Jack with a strange look.
Jack, who offered to stay and take Professor Cahill home, looked ill-intentioned.
"There is an old saying in Siris that one day is like three autumns apart, which means."
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Before Jack's administrative leave was over, John couldn't wait to drag him out of the house and put him into his newly purchased Toyota Tundra.
Until I saw the street sign in San Fernando Valley, someone couldn't help but feel a little scared. Could this old rookie have added a new side job recently?
“Where are we going?”
If John didn’t explain clearly, Jack would be tempted to jump out of the car. He has always been a showman but not a prostitute. This place is too dangerous for filming movies. No matter how much money you have, you can’t do it.
"I found the car you wanted." John's tone couldn't hide his pride.
"A classic muscle car from the 1980s. It is said to be very well preserved, and the owner only asked for 5,000 dollars."
"80s? Only 5,000 dollars?"
Jack suspected that if it weren't for his ears If something went wrong, there was something wrong with John's brain.
His second-hand junk car originally cost 3,000 yuan. Muscle cars in the 1980s are not classic cars with room for appreciation. Why would he dare to sell it for 5,000 yuan?
“You will be surprised when you see it, I swear!”
John looked confident, but Jack could only have reservations.
The 40-minute journey was not too far. Soon John drove the car into a farm and stopped in front of a dilapidated barn under the guidance of an old man who looked to be at least 80 years old.
"Hello Mr. Robbins, please let my friend see your baby."
Looking at John's look as if he was on a pilgrimage, if he didn't know this guy well As a person, Jack almost thought that he had colluded with the seller to deceive people.
The old man came to the door of the barn tremblingly and tried to open the door with difficulty. Jack and John quickly stepped forward to help. "This, this. This is KI, is it a Pontiac Firebird?"
Jack was stunned and pointed at the black sports car in the middle of the barn, stuttering with excitement when he spoke.
John looked like he knew you would be like this, and corrected himself triumphantly: "To be precise, this is a 1982 Pontiac Firebird TRANS-AM."
Jack ignored the thick dust accumulated on the car and tried to open the cab door. Although he noticed at first glance that there was no iconic red breathing light on the front of the car, what he really saw in the cab was that there were no fancy dashboards or anything similar to a racing car. When I turned on the steering wheel, I was still a little disappointed.
Well, there is indeed no sci-fi American TV series sewn into this world. Naturally, there will be no Knight Industries, no KITT, and no 2000, the world-destroying thugs running rampant in Los Santos.
But touching the graceful and smooth streamlined lines of the car body, Jack almost shed tears.
In fact, John completely misunderstood Jack. He was not a big fan of American muscle cars. Originally, he was just a bit of a fan of dragons. Hannah's Ford Mustang Cobra GT500 had always made him jealous, so he thought about getting one of his own. Used American muscle cars to play with.
Unexpectedly, by some strange combination of circumstances, John actually helped find such a car that he had dreamed of since he was a child.
Seeing that Jack couldn't put it down, John used his expertise and chatted with the old man for a while, and actually cut the price by another 500 dollars.
After paying a deposit of 200 yuan and making an appointment to find a truck to haul it a week later, the two of them embarked on the return journey.
"It's very dry in the barn. Although the car hasn't been started in thirty years, the odometer shows less than 2W miles. The body of the car is in very good condition. I also contacted a modification shop for you. They promised that it only costs 2,000 yuan. Let this car be given a new lease of life.”
John was very considerate, but Jack obviously wanted more. He was thinking about it while using Google on his mobile phone, and soon he had it in his mind. Got some new ideas.
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The Wilshire Police Department was extremely lively today. Not only did the outgoing Superintendent Anderson make a rare appearance, but Jack also watched Several familiar faces arrived.
David Rossi, wearing an Italian handmade suit, and another strange middle-aged man stood next to Zoe. Hondo, the captain of the SWAT team whom he had not seen for a long time, also appeared in the back row of the conference room.
Even Taylor Kelly, the host of a certain Channel 8 news, was waiting outside the conference room with a microphone and a cameraman, waving at Jack.
Superintendent Gray looked serious, nodded and stood on the podium, "At five o'clock this morning, the California Women's Central Prison will transfer prisoner No. 081316. The prisoner's name is Rosalind Dale, a rare Female serial murderer"
"For five years, she has been held in a separate individual cell, and today, she will be handed over to our police station. Before I assign the task, please ask the FBI chief. Special Agent in Charge David Rossi and Assistant District Attorney Sean Delmonte explained the background information of prisoner Dale."
David Rossi greeted Superintendent Gray politely and then stood up. When he came to the podium, he glanced at the people below, paused slightly at Jack's position, and showed a smile, as if to say, I said we will meet again soon.
"Good morning, everyone."
"Some of you here may not be familiar with this case. In 2015, Rosalind Dyer was captured by the FBI after killing seven people, and was eventually sentenced to death."< br>
“But there is evidence that there may be more actual victims, and even among the 7 known victims, 3 bodies have not been found.”
“Today, in With the efforts of the prosecutor, she reached a condition with Dale, and she agreed to lead the police to find the location where the body was hidden."
The tone of David Rossi's last sentence was a bit strange, although his English has always had a slight Italian accent. , but Jack swore that he definitely heard a strange smell in it.
(End of this chapter)