Chapter 1019 The Sheriff with Gangster Tattoos

Chapter 1019 The Sheriff with Gangster Tattoos

"Perhaps, it doesn't seem so bad?" John opened the door, and what greeted them was a pair of long netted legs. A hot blonde beauty was sitting astride the ladder, hanging festive ribbons on it. Lanterns.

"Hey guys, are you lost?"

The blonde beauty lowered her head and met Jack's gaze. A flash of surprise and a bit of cunning flashed in her eyes. Suddenly her feet seemed to weaken, and she let out an exclamation and fell down the ladder.

Jack subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it. The warm and fragrant soft jade fell into his arms. What caught his eye was a low-necked sweater and a tight leather skirt. The scenery revealed was infinitely beautiful, and a cute "Hello Kitty" was greeting him playfully.

"I guess I should take back my previous complaint, the welcome in Detroit was very warm."

"I thought a handsome boy like you would be a gentleman." The blonde beauty stretched out her hand to pull the hem of her skirt and hide the pink "Hello Kitty" while her other hand was still around Jack's neck.

Her voice is magnetic and slightly hoarse, but she is a beauty with a smoky voice.

"I also thought that a mature woman like you would choose seductive underwear." Jack grinned and put her on the ground.

The blonde snorted softly and lifted up her collar, "Am I the youngest?"

Judging from the makeup, she is indeed more mature. The flaming red lips and smoky eyes make her look charming. However, judging from the skin texture, this girl is only 27 or 27 years old. She is definitely not Over thirty.

Jack was almost knocked unconscious by the ripples caused by her action. He subconsciously looked away and looked into the hall, only to find that there was no one inside. He laughed and changed the subject.

"Is Chief Ronick here?"

"Who are you? Today is the last day of Police Station No. 13. There shouldn't be any guests here." The blonde beauty asked without answering.

John, who was watching the show, handed over a document and said, "We are from Los Angeles. I am Officer John Nolan. I was ordered to provide support. He is my friend, uh."

John didn't know how to introduce Jack's identity for a while. It seemed inappropriate to directly mention the FBI, which could easily cause misunderstandings or unnecessary associations.

"Jack Tavole, John's friend. I was just going back to New York from Los Angeles, so I stopped by to have a look. I've never been to Detroit."

Jack found an excuse at random, but he did have a plan to visit the city, but at the moment, it seemed that he couldn't do it today at least. A snowstorm was coming soon.

The blonde beauty's beautiful eyes with black eyeliner suddenly widened. She took the file and read it quickly, and then let out an exclamation.

"Oh my God, you must have offended some big shot after being seconded for a week. You know this police station will cease to exist tomorrow."

"Maybe, anyway, the order above requires us to report to Police Station No. 13 first, and then wait for further arrangements after assisting in closing this place."

Although the furnishings in the house were old, the heating was still sufficient. John took off his thick trench coat, revealing the LAPD uniform underneath. Jack did not take off his clothes in a hurry, but also unbuttoned the trench coat.

"OK, at least we'll have a happy hour tonight."

The blonde beauty said as she winked at the two of them, stretched out her hands to show them the holiday decorations in the house, and then made an inviting gesture, "Believe me, we will have a lot of fun."

John laughed twice when he heard this. They still didn't know what this person's name was, so they could only raise the documents in their hands.

"We are looking forward to this, but where is Chief Ronick? I still need his signature to confirm this document."

"He just went to the evidence room downstairs with Jasper. I'll call him later." The blonde beauty was about to turn around, but as if she thought of something, she turned and winked at the two of them.

"I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Alice."

Seeing Alice's graceful figure disappearing into the stairwell, Jack smiled at John, "It looks like I don't need to stay here with you for a week."

When Alice appeared in front of Jack and John again, she was followed by two uniformed police officers, an old man with silver hair and a gray beard, and a young man who looked to be in his early 30s.

"Chief Ronick? Happy New Year." John recognized the name tags on their chests and took the initiative to extend his hand to the young man.

"Happy New Year, Officer Nolan." The young police chief shook hands with John enthusiastically, and turned to Jack, whose trench coat opened to reveal a white shirt and black suit, with some confusion in his eyes, "Federal agent?"

Jack was also observing the other person, and his eyes just glanced at the tattoo on his wrist, with the same confusion in his eyes. Although he was not very familiar with Detroit, he could still distinguish the subtle differences between gang tattoos and military tattoos.

"Jack Tavole, FBI, is on leave and is also John's former colleague. He stopped by this time to see this 'Car City'."

Jack reached out and shook Chief Ronick's hand, and saw the old police officer holding a cardboard box on the side took out a bottle of whiskey that was dirty and full of old ash, and showed it to Alice mysteriously. one time.

"Guess what Ronick and I found in the evidence room? A bottle of Irish whiskey that is at least 40 years old, just as a welcome gift to new friends."

"Isn't this the evidence you hid when you first caught a criminal? Jasper." Alice teased.

"How is that possible? Things from the Civil War were destroyed long ago." The old police officer Jasper grinned and made fun of himself.

After everyone finished their greetings, the young chief, who seemed out of place in this old police station that was about to die, nodded slightly to John, and then continued to look at Jack.

"If Agent Taverer doesn't mind, I still have some good coffee beans left in my office upstairs."

Knowing that he wanted to chat with him privately, Jack smiled back, "Just call me Jack, it's an honor."

Hearing his words, the beautiful female police officer Alice seemed to have just discovered something incredible, "Wow, there are actually two Jacks here, it seems we need to give one of them a nickname."

The sheriff and chief, whose full name is Jack Ronick, coughed lightly, interrupting her divergent thinking.

"Alice, find a desk for Officer Nolan. Although I don't know why the higher-ups are sending people here on the last day, at least this damn place will not seem so deserted in the last days."

Hearing her chief's order, Alice rolled her eyes and pouted her red lips, "Okay, boss, but according to regulations, we can't close until midnight, but all the alarm calls have been transferred to other places, and the computers and guns have been moved.

So why not close now? We can start the New Year's party early!"