Chapter 197 Early Ending of Vacation and Emergency Dispatch
Early on Monday morning, Jack was squatting in his back garden to clean up. Previously, for the purpose of testing his skills, he planted a bunch of fruit trees randomly. Now almost a year has passed, although Most of them survived, but not many did well.
Now that he had a little money in his pocket, there was no need to search for all the saplings, so Jack simply cut down all the hard-to-maintain trees.
We ordered several cherry trees, a cherry variety called 'Rainier' with golden-yellow fruits, from a cherry farm located northeast of Los Angeles.
These cherry trees are basically between two and three years old, which means they will basically be able to bear fruit around December next year.
When Jack was selecting cherry trees, he also found a batch of grafted bayberry trees and loquat trees. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. He bought a few trees from the farmer and took them home with the cherry trees.
Now his backyard is dominated by cherry trees on the left, a few bayberry trees and loquat trees on the right, and two mulberry trees, one female and one male, in the middle.
In order to prevent himself from being neglected during a long business trip, he also signed a long-term agreement with the farm and paid a small deposit. A gardener will come to check the status of the fruit trees every month, and fertilize and remove them as appropriate. insect.
Wearing a cowboy hat he bought in Texas, Jack worked hard under the sun for almost a day. After beating his sore waist, he suddenly realized that he had been working almost every day since returning to Los Angeles for a week. Tough work.
He patted a healing technique casually. He felt like a hard-working old scalper. These days he was either 'farming' or on the way to 'farming'. As expected, only children would want them all. Adults know that they can't stand it.
Taking out the thawed steak and the cold rice and eggs prepared in advance from the cold compartment of the new refrigerator, Jack started making dinner while humming a tune.
Hannah went to San Francisco on a business trip a few days ago. Maybe because the New Year has just passed, there seem to be a lot of cases. I heard that the FBI in California is almost busy.
The phone suddenly rang. Seeing that it was Rosie's call, Jack, who had no time on his hands, clicked on the call.
“Hi, Rossi, what do you want from me?”
Rossi’s voice on the other side of the phone was as deep and powerful as ever, and full of Italian enthusiasm.
"I'm sorry, your vacation has to end early. The FBI in Connecticut is asking for help. It's a kidnapping case of great importance. I don't have enough manpower, and most of the people I've recruited haven't been in place yet, so I have to call you. ”
Well, is this what it feels like to be valued by a leader? Jack didn't stop, frying the overnight rice in butter, making a sizzling sound, and replied cheerfully.
"No problem, I'll be on standby whenever we leave."
"You have enough time to prepare for the flight in an hour and a half. Remember to bring your gun. Uh. You Cooking?”
Rosie on the other side of the phone seemed a little confused about what was happening on Jack’s end.
"Yes, we are preparing dinner, do you want to bring one?" Jack grinned and asked jokingly.
When he cooked a small stove for Red at the college, Rossi seemed to have a special liking for his fried rice, which seemed understandable considering that he was from northern Italy.
"One portion may not be enough. We are a little far away from Los Angeles Airport and we are on our way there. Dr. Reed is in my car with a beautiful lady."
It seems. Hearing Rossi mention his name, the next moment, Rhett's brisk voice appeared on the phone.
“Jack, I’d like a dessert.”
Jack rolled his eyes and opened the refrigerator to search for ingredients. It would take him nearly 40 minutes to get to the airport, and with less than an hour left, there wouldn't be enough time to make snacks for Ya.
"I'm not your fairy godfather. I can't wave my hand and conjure up a beautiful evening gown and a pumpkin carriage for you. Eat whatever you want, don't choose." Before Jack hung up the phone, it seemed that When he heard the girl's chuckle coming from the opposite side, he knew she was a beauty. In terms of aesthetics and football, he could always trust Rossi, an Italian man.
Add some more butter to the pot, pour in all the remaining overnight rice, stir-fry it all, and pour in the same increased amount of egg liquid and shrimp ham. , Jack turned on the fire and stir-fried vigorously.
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Looking at the brand new white Gulfstream business jet in front of him, Jack couldn't hide his shock.
This newly formed action team must be a bit too rich. This thing costs at least 70 to 80 million dollars a piece. I don’t know how many times I can fly this thing back and forth with my little net worth.
Feeling that he had a new understanding of BAU's wealth, Jack followed Rosie onto the plane.
The cabin space is huge, with only 8 seats in total. Two people have already boarded the plane first.
There is a chess set on the table in front of Rhett, who is playing with himself. Play, sitting on the seat on the other side was a tall beauty with brilliant blond hair and a slim figure, holding a stack of information in her hand and looking through it.
Seeing the two of them boarding the plane, Rhett pushed the chessboard and took the initiative to free up the table in front of him, staring longingly at the incubator that Jack was carrying.
The appeal of Jack's delicacies to him is not exaggerated, but this guy is like a child and has no resistance to all kinds of desserts.
Placing the incubator in front of Red, Jack cast his eyes on the beauty with long, bright golden hair.
The latter stood up gracefully and took the initiative to extend his white and tender hands to him.
"Jennifer Jeange, everyone calls me JJ, you can call me that too, nice to meet you, Agent Tavole."
Jack politely held the front part of her hand and shook it twice.
"You can also just call me Jack. It's an honor to work with such an outstanding beauty like you."
Rossi, who was the last to board the plane, introduced the two of them to each other.
"JJ has also just become an FBI for less than a year. She previously worked for the NYPD. She will become our public coordination liaison and the intermediary between the team and the outside world."
"Jack He is a local and has the best marksmanship I have ever seen in the LAPD. His close combat ability is also quite outstanding. I still remember the miserable appearance of the big suspect when we first met.”
On the side, Red opened a food box covered with ice packs in the compartment of the insulator, exclaimed, couldn't wait to scoop out a big scoop of ice cream cake, narrowed his eyes with satisfaction, and then added for Rosie.
“In fact, his driving skills are also pretty good. When he was doing PIT training at the academy, he not only defended against all the instructor’s PIT attempts, but also overturned the opponent’s car.”
Jack reached out and ruffled his curly hair, took out the other food boxes and gave them to JJ and Rosie.
“We are in such a hurry that we have made a semi-finished Italian seafood fried rice. Let’s give it a try.”
Rossi opened the food box, and the aroma of butter mixed with the aroma of egg and seafood came to his nose. The aroma made him take a deep breath.
I will go out to do errands tomorrow, and I may post another chapter later. If it is too late, the original chapter in the afternoon may be postponed to the evening.
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(End of this chapter)