Chapter 15 Six Gods=Six Gods?

Chapter 15 Six Gods=Six Gods?

Of course, times have changed. This old guy, which only has a six-round ammunition capacity and takes several seconds to reload even with an automatic loader, has been eliminated with the times.

However, the blue-black Colt Python with a 6-inch barrel in front of him was really eye-catching. Jack held it carefully in his hand, feeling the heavy weight. This big gun was almost as big as his Glock 22. twice as heavy.

Stroking the ivory patch on the handle of the gun, Jack couldn't put it down. All men like this powerful big guy. When I was a kid, I read comics and the lecherous detective in "City Hunter" used this thing to show off every day.

"Take it and use it. My previous backup gun was a three-inch barrel, and it will be buried with me in the future. And this one was customized by Colt when I retired. My colleagues at the LAPD pooled their money and made it custom-made by Colt. I I’ve only tried firing 5 rounds, and it’s great.”

Hunter looked at Jack with unusual persistence in his eyes, his cheeks flushed, and looking at the uncontrollable trembling of his left hand holding the box, Jack swallowed back his polite words and made a decision in his heart.

"Uncle Hunter, have you ever heard of Chinese medicine?"

Of course Jack doesn't know much about Chinese medicine. His knowledge of Chinese medicine is limited to stewing some medicinal food for Zoe and soaking wolfberry in a middle-aged thermos cup. But it’s enough to fool the Americans with some Yin-Yang Tai Chi, life and death, and other theories. At least it’s enough to cover up the miraculous effects of his healing techniques.

In the next half hour, Jack used his sharp tongue to persuade the two old men to try his massage techniques. In order to increase his persuasion, he forcefully invited himself a man who had worked for Emperor Siris. The great-grandfather of the imperial physician.

In the end, the temptation of being able to stand up again made Hunter agree to give it a try. He took the bottle of medicinal oil from Chinatown that Hannah had asked him to get home from his attic. Jack moved Hunter back to the bed, feeling a little dumbfounded in his heart.

The last time I used medicated oil was when I was flirting with Zoe, and now I'm applying this to a 70-year-old man for a massage, and I still feel something is weird.

The proficient-level healing technique is more retractable and retractable than the skilled-level one. After sweating profusely for 2 hours, Jack secretly released it several times. While repairing the brain damage, it also restored Hunter's atrophied muscles. , allowing his paralyzed right half to initially regain consciousness.

"It's amazing. How you did it is simply unimaginable." Hunter tremblingly raised his previously unconscious right hand and tried to bend his fingers, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Uncle Hunter and Aunt Hunter, I have to explain something first. I don't have a medical license, so I won't admit anything I just did. I also hope you can keep it confidential, especially to your family doctor, Henry Uncle Te's recovery from his stroke was all due to his willpower and relentless rehabilitation."

A gag order must be issued. Although Jack believes that the character of these two old men will never get him into trouble, the laws in the beautiful country that only protect the rich are really disgusting. What if a doctor pays attention to it? If this kind of thing is reported to the superiors, it is unimaginable how far it will develop. He does not want to get himself into a lot of trouble or even have a criminal record because of his temporary kindness.

"Oh my God, little Jack, you must be the angel sent by God to save us. You have no idea these days. We are even already looking for the right nursing home. Oh my gosh, I can't thank you enough."

Aunt Didi hugged Jack and burst into tears. It seemed that even the strong Detective McCall had been exhausted mentally and physically during this period. Hunter's collapse was a huge blow to her.

The visit, originally scheduled for half a day, lasted all day. Finally, when Jack was holding the gun case and Hannah was about to leave, it was already the beginning of the lights.

"I will come back for treatment next week. Uncle Hunter will be fully recovered in about two months. Please keep this matter confidential." Jack repeatedly warned him uneasily.

Didi, whose mood had returned to normal, couldn't help but nod, and reluctantly said goodbye to the two of them.

After starting the Mustang, Hannah's beaming expression made Jack very confused. What was this girl doing?

"Why do I feel that you are happier than Didi?"

"Because I finally know a secret of yours. You actually know the mysterious Chinese medicine. Even Zoe doesn't know this."

"Haha." Jack was speechless, saying that he couldn't understand the girl's brain circuit.

"So in exchange for keeping this secret, can you tell me the name of the mysterious perfume you are wearing these days?" Hannah smiled like a cunning little fox.

"Huh? What kind of perfume? I, an advanced evolved species, don't have any body odor at all, and I can't even use antiperspirant, so why do I need perfume?" Although it is different from the concept in previous lives, straight men in Europe and the United States also use perfume to cover up body odor, but He really doesn't need it.

"Don't lie to me. Ever since you became a policeman, you have had a nice mint-like smell. Just tell me. I've been looking for a perfume with the same smell for a long time."

Jack's brain was a little down for a long time. He thought for a while and then asked doubtfully: "Are you talking about the Florida water produced by Siris that I use?"

"Then you said you didn't use perfume?"

"Uh" So on the way home, it took Jack half an hour to explain to Hannah that Liushen Florida Water (the correct English name of Liushen toilet water) is not actually a perfume, but a special mosquito repellent from Seris. Water has a refreshing effect. The original Florida Water from Beautiful Country is indeed a kind of eau de toilette for Americans.

He was helpless. In Los Angeles in August, the daytime temperature could easily reach 378 degrees Celsius. Wearing a long-sleeved or woolen LAPD uniform was really life-threatening. If you didn't apply some toilet water, Then it's not a matter of covering up the prickly heat.

What made him want to complain the most was that this thing could only be sold in some pharmacies, and they dared to sell it for 10 dollars. Isn't this a huge profit compared to those hawkers selling flour on the street? If he hadn't been warned wildly by the system whenever he thought about returning to Siris, he wouldn't want to be an unlucky policeman in this dangerous Los Santos. It would be much faster to just go back to Siris and bring some small goods to sell them.

The next day at work, Jack brought the handicraft Colt Python to the police station to register. When he came out, he saw that Hannah's smell of toilet water that could make people choke to death actually attracted the saliva of all the policewomen. The source of the next pile of benefits was pried out of this girl's mouth, making him laugh so hard.

Today is definitely a lucky day for Jack. Superintendent Gray, who has always been business-like, also made a rare show of kindness to his savior. He announced that Jack had gained the right to freely choose to wear short-sleeved uniforms, and the other two rookies John and Lucy was extremely envious.