Chapter 120 Beat up the enemy
Facts have proved that there are hidden conditions for upgrading system skills. Jack has always been curious about why his poker skills have always stayed at the entry level. He has obviously studied hard and practiced hard, and the two teachers have also been very proactive in cooperating.
However, just now, the skills were upgraded, from entry level to proficient level. Could it be that the upgrade conditions for certain skills include not only proficiency, but also the number of heads?
Putting back his wandering thoughts, Jack got up from the bed, tucked in the quilt for Hannah who was still falling asleep, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
I made breakfast in the kitchen. I finished my portion and looked at the time. It was not yet seven in the morning. I guessed that the little sweet girl wouldn't be able to get up before 12 o'clock. I left a note next to the breakfast and went out to work. .
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"Are you in a good mood today? Why, have you had a good time with Hannah these two days?" It was another routine patrol, and Lucy, who was so idle in the passenger seat, began to gossip and gossip.
Jack glanced at her sideways and admitted frankly, "Yeah, I'm having a great time. Have you decided on the branch you plan to transfer to?"
Lucy glared at him fiercely, despising which pot he didn't pick up. Strangely enough, all the LAPD substations that used to be short of personnel suddenly had no shortage of people during this period. The person's home is so remote that there is a small police station with less than twenty police officers.
She really had to transfer there, and she and Tim could only meet on weekends, which was completely unacceptable to the two people who were in love.
"I'll stop the car. There's some conditions ahead."
Jack saw a few familiar figures entering the alley at the corner of the street, and slowly pulled over and parked the car.
"What's wrong?" Lucy was a little surprised.
"I saw some old acquaintances, so I went over to say hello." Jack showed a strange smile.
They were indeed old acquaintances, a few gangster boys in hoodies who used to hang out in the lower city in the south. I don't know why they ended up in the Wilshire area today.
The day before Jack officially entered the police academy, he was bullied by these boys. During that time, he was worried that he would not be able to become a police officer after being registered, so he would avoid these little bastards when he went out.
Of course, with his weak body, even Hannah could easily suppress him. Sometimes he couldn't avoid being caught, so he had to hold his head and defend himself. Every time, he had to pay some change to avoid being caught. Remember the old boxing.
After becoming the LAPD, it's not that Jack forgot about this grudge, but finding fault with them across the district would easily get him into trouble. What's more, as his skills gradually improved, his future was bright, and the people he dealt with were all serious people. , the vision is naturally different.
But since God arranged for him to meet these guys before he was about to leave the LAPD, it must be revenge.
Seeing Jack stop the police car and take off his police uniform directly in the car, Lucy looked a little nervous, but stared at him with her eyes wide open without blinking.
"what are you up to?"
"Those three gangsters used to hang out near where I live. This time I met them. They helped me cover them. I want to be undercover temporarily."
As he spoke, Jack took off his police uniform and bits and pieces of police equipment, revealing the T-shirt underneath. He pulled it casually, making the already loose T-shirt less revealing of his figure, and blocking the police badge on his waist.
Then he took off his armpit holster and gave it to Lucy for safekeeping along with the heavy FK7.5 inside. Then he took out the Glock and pinned it behind his waist. He lowered his head and got into the alley.
Lucy followed him nervously, and when she reached the entrance of the alley, she slightly poked her head in to observe what was going on inside.
When Jack entered the alley, he lowered his head and walked away, pretending not to see anything, until he was less than two or three meters away from the three people who were looking down and doing something unknown, and then he suddenly stopped as if he suddenly realized something was wrong.
A man with a cockscomb and a tuft of red yellow hair was the first to spot Jack. Seeing him looking in the direction of the three of them with a horrified look on his face, the leader of the yellow hair was still a little dazed and seemed to think that the man in front of him looked familiar.
"Hey, boss, isn't this the little bastard who used to run the supermarket on the street?"
Brother No. 1 next to Huang Mao obviously has a good memory and he recognized him at a glance.
Boy No. 2 was a black man with curly hair. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips in a disgusting manner. He chuckled and took out a butterfly knife from his trouser pocket. While shaking it, he and Boy No. 1 walked two feet behind Jack. side, surrounding him in the middle.
"Jack, right? I haven't seen you for a long time. I heard that you sold the small supermarket and ran away. Now you seem to be doing well?"
After being reminded by Brother No. 1, Huang Mao finally remembered who the other party was. He pulled out a dagger from his waist and walked up to him with a sneer.
Seeing that the distance between the three of them was close enough to him, Jack didn't bother to pretend anymore. He raised his head and showed a cruel smile. Suddenly, he suddenly raised his head and flattened the bridge of No. 2's nose with a cannon hammer from his right hand.
Brother No. 2 screamed and fell to the ground. Before Brother No. 1 could react, he was kicked away and stuck directly against the wall, slowly sliding to the ground.
Huang Mao was stunned and found that the two younger brothers had fallen to the ground. One was still wailing on the ground, but the other was kicked to death. He was half leaning against the wall, with his head tilted as if he was dead. of.
"Have you learned kung fu?"
Huang Mao's hands were shaking like an 80-year-old Parkinson's patient for a while, his legs and neck were also cramping, and he didn't dare to run. The dagger in his hand was pointed at Jack and he was waving it randomly.
With an expressionless face, Jack took a few steps forward and suddenly let out a strange cry: "Yo!" At the same time, he made Bruce Lee's classic starting move.
Huang Mao was so frightened that he almost dropped the knife in his hand.
Then the next second after he finished blinking, Jack performed a beautiful sideways roundhouse kick and directly kicked the dagger out of his hand.
"Help, I'm sorry, please spare me."
Huang Mao's knees weakened and he was about to kneel on the ground, but Jack grabbed his collar and lifted him up.
"TMD, an apology is useful, why do we need the police?"
After saying "bang bang", he hit him violently several times, all aimed at the face. Although Jack restrained the blows for fear of beating him to death, after a few blows, Huang Mao's mouth and eyes were crooked, and his nose was bleeding.
call.
With the idea coming to his mind, Jack let out a long breath and dropped the yellow hair in his hands, head down, grabbing his two calves and shaking them off.
Lucy, who was worried that Jack would cause something big, had already caught up and picked up a bunch of messy bags from the ground. There were small pills, leaves, everything, and even a small bag of white powder.
Staring angrily at Jack, who was still smiling at her, Lucy turned on the radio and called the command center to send a car for reinforcements.
Someone vented his anger, but his attack was quite measured. The three of them looked miserable, but in fact, they were only slightly injured if they survived. There was no need to call an ambulance, they could just take them back to the police station, and the street gangsters couldn't afford one. Lawyers, there is no need to worry about getting into trouble.