Chapter 1021 New Year's Snowy Night (I) (Two chapters in one)

Chapter 1021 New Year's Snowy Night (I) (Two chapters in one)

Jack and the beautiful psychiatrist just smiled at each other and didn't explain anything to the other two who were confused.

Information such as the smallpox virus terrorist attack was destined to be labeled as highly confidential and locked in a pile of old papers, never to be seen again, just like countless similar cases before.

Jack didn't know whether the world in his previous life was the same, but in any case, in this world, he had become a part of the truth that knew some of the undercurrents under the seemingly calm sea.

Inexplicably, a sense of mission to silently protect the world came over him. Jack drank the coffee on the table in one gulp and stood up to say goodbye temporarily.

Alex was obviously here to give Sheriff Ronik psychological counseling and evaluation, just like what Maureen did to herself after she fired the gun for the first time.

But Ronik's situation seemed to be more serious, because when Jack closed the door of the office, he heard two conversations from inside.

"I noticed that you don't seem to limp anymore, Sheriff, are you still taking those painkillers?"

"Please, doctor, it's been so long, I think you should be tired of this conversation between us that has been repeated countless times."

Jack's heart moved, and he became a little curious, and he took out his mobile phone to send a message to Alice in New York.

"What are you doing? Sending a message to your girlfriend to let her know you're safe?" The female police officer with the same name who went downstairs with him winked at him curiously.

"Ah, no, just contacting my colleagues for daily reports." Jack replied casually, and then thought of the party he was looking forward to.

"Is there a supermarket nearby? I'll go buy some snacks and drinks. You originally only had three people, but now there are two more. You should probably need some more."

After hearing what he said, Alice subconsciously glanced out the window and couldn't help but feel a little eager to try, "Maybe the snowstorm will come early. We can prepare more food and some beer? I know a supermarket nearby sells Stroh beer."

The Stroh beer she mentioned is the ice beer that the protagonist in the movie "The Shawshank Redemption" fought for the prisoners to help the prison guards evade taxes.

After finishing the work on the roof, the protagonist Andy and a group of prisoners enjoyed the ice beer comfortably, as if they had enjoyed the long-lost freedom at that moment. The wonderful lens language is still fresh in Jack's memory.

In Jack's previous life, Stroh beer had been discontinued long ago, but he didn't expect to hear this brand again in this world, and he couldn't help but feel a little curious.

So the two hit it off, one drove and the other showed the way, and they made a special trip in the increasingly heavy wind and snow.

"So you are a writer and an NCIS agent." On the way back, Alice finally couldn't suppress her curiosity.

"It's the FBI, but we had some cooperation with NCIS not long ago." Jack carefully controlled the Subaru SUV, the wipers squeaked and looked overwhelmed, and the tires slipped a little.

It was only afternoon, but the sky was almost dark. Even with the headlights on, the two beams of light shot into the distance seemed to be swallowed by the indescribable monster hidden in the wind and snow, and could only barely illuminate the distance of more than ten meters in front of them.

"It seems to be Dr. Sebian's car in front." Alice suddenly pointed to a black Dolan Tahoe parked on the side of the road not far away.

"You stay in the car and don't move. I'll go down and take a look." Jack braked by tapping the brakes. Although the speed was not fast, the inertia still made the entire car body slide a short distance on the road where a thin layer of ice had accumulated.

"Are you okay?" Jack bent down to avoid the oncoming snow and walked to the car and knocked on the glass window.

"Thank God, why is it you?" Alex opened the car door directly, wrapped her coat tightly around her body and got out of the car. She looked very cold. "My car broke down and I was just about to call for help."

Jack opened his coat to block the wind and snow for her. "It looks like the blizzard has arrived early. Don't worry about your car. Come back to the police station with us. It seems that we can only spend the night there tonight."

He protected the woman back to the car. Although they only stayed in the wind and snow for a while, the snowflakes covering the two of them were blown by the heater in the car, and their hair was instantly wet.

"You will catch a cold like this. Wipe it first." Seeing Alex, who also had long golden hair like herself, in such a miserable state, Alice quickly handed her a towel.

"Thank God for letting me meet you. This damn weather is terrible."

Alex gratefully took the towel and wiped her hair, then handed it to Jack without hesitation, "I hope you don't mind."

"How could it be." Jack turned the fragrant towel over and casually wiped his head twice. This is convenient for a short haircut, and it's not a big problem if he doesn't wipe it.

He put down the handbrake and continued to move slowly in the wind and snow. Fortunately, it was not far from the No. 13 police station. In less than 20 minutes, he saw the two-story brownstone building that was the only one with lights on in the darkness.

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"Sizzle"

The pork belly slices sizzled on the wire mesh, emitting an attractive burnt aroma. Jack poured a small pot of "Water of Life" on the grill, and a burst of fire rose instantly. The refreshing wine aroma with a hint of lemon aroma penetrated into everyone's nose.

"Wow!" Alice cheered in support, drank the ice beer in the glass, and couldn't wait to take a skewer of barbecue to taste it.

John dragged Jack and his suitcase into the police station office with great effort. He was stunned by the scene. "I knew that there would be surprises when I went out with you. You even bought charcoal and a barbecue grill from the supermarket."

Jack turned around and said, "Leave the door a crack, otherwise this will become a murder scene in a closed room."

The beautiful psychiatrist had already taken off her violet cashmere coat, including the long coat with a wet collar, revealing a close-fitting low-cut evening dress, which was also a short skirt style, which was quite interesting with Alice.

She sat opposite Jack, bent over and supported her chin with a little interest in watching his actions, not minding that this action made her reveal her beauty.

Well, her figure is really good. Compared with Alice's hot front and back, she has a different kind of graceful curves, and she is at least one cup size different from the latter, which is quite in line with her scholarly temperament.

"Although I missed the New Year's party tonight, thank you for saving my bad mood with delicious food." After tasting the second skewer of barbecue handed by Jack, Alex's eyes lit up.

Jack casually swept his eyes across her face, not daring to look down at the seductive black lace, but pointedly, "It's probably not the New Year's party that made you feel bad, but a stubborn patient."

As if he had mentioned the point, Alex's pretty face fell, showing a frustrated expression, "Although I shouldn't discuss my patients like this, that guy is indeed the most stubborn ostrich I have ever seen."

Jack laughed and didn't continue to ask.

Alice in New York just sent him the information of Ronik. Although the young sheriff is only 32 years old, he has been a police officer for 10 years. As he said before, half of the time he was performing undercover missions.

About 8 months ago, in a failed undercover fishing operation, Ronik's two partners, Carol and Tony, who also cooperated with him as undercover, died in the dying counterattack of drug dealers when they were chasing separately.

Ronik was also shot in the thigh. After nearly 3 months of rehabilitation, he regained his normal walking ability. After sorting out the case, the investigation team of DHD (Detroit Police Department) ruled him out of responsibility.

After that, the sheriff bid farewell to his undercover career and took the initiative to apply for transfer to the old police station that was about to be closed to become an acting chief.

Then Alex became the designated psychologist of the acting chief. Her psychological evaluation report will determine whether this meritorious police officer can return to the front-line position.

Jack can roughly guess what the situation is. DHD ruled out Ronik's responsibility, but it does not mean that he will think so in his heart.

Judging from the situation at the time, Ronik and his two partners pretended to be upstream to supply two drug dealers with drugs, hoping to catch them red-handed, but their identities were accidentally exposed.

In the melee, Ronik was shot in the thigh and limped to the back. His two partners chased after the drug dealers separately after calling for reinforcements, but were unfortunately killed by the drug dealers.

From the perspective of responsibility, there was nothing wrong with his arrangement at the time. The drug dealer leader who escaped was finally killed by Ronik, who chased after him reluctantly. The unfortunate experience of his two partners can only be attributed to bad luck.

But for Ronik, the commander, it was not the case, because he was the one who ordered the pursuit, not someone else. The order itself was fine, but it did not mean that he, the person who made the decision, would not feel guilty and blame himself for it.

"Some problems may only be solved by yourself. Neither drugs nor psychological counseling are omnipotent." Jack deliberately raised his voice slightly, and was heard by Sheriff Ronik who was walking downstairs.

"This smells great." The former undercover detective smiled and handed a thick file in his hand to Alex.

"I think you forgot this on my desk, Dr. Sebian."

Alex took the file with a sarcastic smile. It naturally recorded her psychological analysis and diagnosis of Ronik in the past few months, which was obviously read by the patient himself.

"Oh, really? Did I forget to take it? Or did you secretly take it from your bag when you sent me off like a gentleman before? Did you enjoy it? Mr. Sheriff, a part-time thief?"

"No, it was really you who forgot to take it. I'm 100% sure." Ronik sniffed hard and tried to put on a serious expression.

"You are so disappointing." Alex's face flushed red, and she was about to explode, but was interrupted by John, who had been watching the show for a long time.

"Why don't we sit down and have a drink? Although I don't know what happened, tonight is New Year's Eve. Maybe everything will start anew tomorrow, right?"

Jack also chimed in, "Anyway, this shows that your treatment is effective. At least your patients are beginning to be interested in these things, right?"

"It's all nonsense. He just buried his head in the sand like an ostrich, turning a blind eye to everything that happened, and was afraid to refuse to take any responsibility from then on."

Before Ronnick could continue, he was blocked by the starch sausage in Alice's hand, "Try this, boss, I swear you have never eaten such delicious ham sausage."

"Okay, okay, boys and girls, raise your glasses." Jasper, the oldest policeman present, also stood up to smooth things over.

"Before this shitty rat den is razed to the ground, give it and me a drink. Of course, I think I will miss this place in the future, including you two."

As he spoke, he pointed to Alice and Ronick.

"What nonsense are you talking about, old guy?" Alice's almond-shaped eyes widened, and she didn't understand why he suddenly made such a statement as if he was giving his last words. Even Ronick looked puzzled.

"I have news for you, boys and girls, the old guy is retiring." Jasper said with a mysterious smile on his face.

Roenick's surprise was palpable, "Congratulations, but you should have told us earlier."

"I just received the official notification." Jasper happily picked up the wine glass in his hand, his gray beard rising up and down.

"Anyway, grab your glasses, including a few unexpected guests, and let's toast to this old police station, and of course to me and my upcoming retirement."

"cheers."

"cheers!"

Naturally, no one was disappointed at this time, and everyone toasted. Jack noticed that Roenick just touched his lips. It seemed that although this guy was tough-talking, he still had some bad feelings about his own state, and he had the subjective intention to try to get out of the shadows.

As Alice dug out an old cassette player from somewhere, the deep magnetic voice of Frank Sinatra, the white American jazz singer, sounded in the police office.

John admired the two dancing beauties, sparks popping from the skewers in his hands. "Perhaps it would be good to leave Los Angeles for a walk once in a while. You can see many different beautiful scenery."

"You'd better talk about the beautiful scenery rather than the beauty. Don't forget to call Jia Lisi to report it at night." Jack said scornfully.

"She seemed very relieved after knowing that I was traveling with you, in every sense of the word." John retorted, and deliberately winked at someone.

Jack suddenly realized, "I finally know how my reputation was ruined, and you must have played a big part in it."

At this time, the news being played on a small TV in the office caught his attention, and a big black man wearing handcuffs appeared on the screen.

"Hey, beauty, do you know who Marino Bishop is?" Jack handed the baked starch sausage to Alice who finished dancing a song and returned to the grill to wait eagerly. This girl seemed I'm obsessed with this stuff.

"One of the sources of chaos in this city, the largest local gang leader in Detroit, didn't it say that he just killed a police officer named Ray Botno? The police murderer, he is dead."

Alice wrinkled her nose, stuck out her tongue and breathed in. She didn't know whether it was burnt or spicy.

What Jack cared about wasn't what the news said about the arrest of the gang leader. He was simply surprised by the appearance of Marino Bishop on TV. If he put on sunglasses, wouldn't he be the big black Murphy from "The Matrix"? What?