Jack had been carefully observing Lucius's hand movents, always feeling that his exaggerated performance had a theatrical quality.
Sure enough, Lucius, while weeping bitterly, held up a pistol, seemingly forced by Tim, trembling as he pointed it at his own head. Just a second before pulling the trigger, he suddenly turned the gun towards Tim.
Three gunshots rang out almost simultaneously. Lucius had a bullet hole in his forehead and another in his chest, falling backward, his blood staining the clear pool of water murky.
A bullet hole appeared in the mud at Tim's feet, and a wisp of white steam seed to rise from it.
Jack stepped out of the bushes, scoffing. He'd only been working a few days, and he was already on leave again. If it weren't for worrying that Tim would go too far, he really wouldn't have fired that shot. It seed his date with the psychologist, Maureen, would have to be moved up to tonight.
After finishing the scene and returning to the police station to fill out the report, it was already past 8 PM. Knowing Jack's situation, Hannah, acting like a caring partner, took over the remaining paperwork, letting him get out of there as soon as possible.
Jack didn't stand on ceremony. Although today wasn't too thrilling, he had inevitably entered a state of excitent from the mont the suspect escaped. After talking to Maureen on the phone, he drove to South Pasadena according to the address sent to his phone.
Jack's used Chevrolet was in pretty good condition. Although it only had a 1.0L engine, it hadn't had any major problems after several months of driving, which suited his current penniless status. Driving along the 110 Port Road, he arrived at his destination in less than 30 minutes.
This was a long-established white community in the northeastern suburbs of Los Angeles, with a very nice environnt and top-notch security. Jack was familiar with the area but not entirely familiar with it, as Zoe's residence was also in this community.
After parking the car, he picked up a bottle of red wine that he had bought for a hefty $120 on the way from the passenger seat, walked a few steps, and pressed the doorbell.
The door opened, and Maureen, dressed in a pink silk nightgown, appeared before him. The bespectacled woman wasn't wearing her signature gold-rimd glasses today; her slightly nearsighted eyes seed to have a hazy, watery quality, and when she squinted, she inexplicably reminded one of an animal — a fox.
Jack slamd the door shut with his heel, striking a domineering pose. Without a word, he pinned the bespectacled woman against the wall and planted a deep kiss on her. Today would be his battle to reclaim his dignity.
Half an hour later, 'damn it!I will show you what a playboy is', Jack thought with disdain, raising his hand and slapping her perfectly curved buttocks with a resounding crack.
He spent at least two hours every day practicing Krav Maga with Hannah, and occasionally at least an hour practicing self-defense with Zoe. How could a re half hour of sex have exhausted the bespectacled woman?
"No wonder Zoe said she didn't want to leave you." Because of her earlier, unrestrained, loud protests against the enemy's barbaric invasion, the bespectacled woman's voice was slightly hoarse, yet it added to her allure.
"Don't make our relationship sound so superficial. Before you ca along, we were each other's only one," Jack said righteously.
"Hehehe, isn't Hannah too pitiful?" Maureen laughed heartily.
Jack snorted coldly, picked her up, and straddled her. "I was just about to ask you what you were planning. What ideas did you give them? What are you three plotting behind my back?"
This ti, it was Maureen's turn to turn pale. Feeling the man's firm stance, she had no choice but to quickly back down.
"Don't bla . This was an idea we all ca up with together. How can they bla it all on ?"
"Explain yourself." Jack loosened his grip slightly, and the bespectacled girl was almost in tears.
"You know Zoe's family background, right?"
Jack shook his head. Zoe had only briefly ntioned her parents, and his impression of them was that of a middle-class family with strong family bonds. Seeing that the bespectacled girl had beco obedient, he pulled her aside, patted her head, and gestured for her to continue.
Under the pressure of the evil forces, Maureen could only obediently lower her head and confess, her voice becoming sowhat indistinct.
"The Anderson family is one of the oldest political families in California, dating back to the ti of the independent republic. Today, mbers of this family span both parties; for example, Zoe's grandfather, Henry Anderson, served two terms as a state senator."
"Although Zoe's father was always a lawyer, after Zoe ca of age, her grandfather, Henry Anderson Sr., planned her future political career."
"This is also a promise Zoe made to her family; next year, she will run for Los Angeles City Council as the start of her political career."
Jack's brain was sowhat blank. To be honest, he had no concept of political families. Although he had been a keyboard warrior for a while in his previous life, he didn't have a deep understanding of the specific political structure of the United States; he only knew that Congress had a Senate and a House of Representatives.
"So, what does Zoe's political career have to do with us?"
He was sowhat confused. He, a poor boy, was indeed not a good match for the heiress of a political family, but Zoe had never ntioned any intention of marriage when they were together. She shouldn't have discussed him with her family, right?
Maureen rolled her eyes, coughing, "Ahem, to put it simply, Zoe ca out to because she rejected the marriage proposal from her family, thus giving herself a politically correct label."
"That way, if your relationship with her gets noticed later, you can conveniently bla it on , saying I'm bisexual and having an affair with you."
Jack's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Was there really such a thing? Did that an it would be a threeso all the ti? But it seed pretty good, didn't it? No wonder Hannah's attitude hadn't been so sour lately.
"Then aren't you making too much of a sacrifice?" Although he was secretly overjoyed, the scumbag still had to pretend to be concerned on the surface.
"Yes, not only do I have to be Zoe's campaign manager, but I also have to be bullied by you, you bastard! It's so pathetic, ugh!" Maureen covered her mouth and rushed into the bathroom.
Jack scratched his head. Now that he said that, the bespectacled girl could be considered one of his own. It wouldn't be right not to give her so benefits.
Thinking this, he stood up, went into the bathroom, picked up the bespectacled girl who was still rinsing her mouth, and picked up the bottle of red wine he had brought as he passed through the living room. He hadn't brought any dicinal wine, so the red wine would have to do.
"You like Japanese culture so much, have you heard the story of the emperors and their consorts? Let tell you a secret, my great-great-grandfather was once the physician to an emperor in Japan."
An hour later, Maureen sat up in bed, her fingers gently rubbing her skin, an incredulous expression on her face.
"My God, I've never felt this good before, it's amazing."
"You could beco a costic surgeon. Those old won in Beverly Hills would go crazy for you."
Jack put a finger to his lips: "Shh, this is a secret technique passed down through millennia in Japan."
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