Chapter 1011 Jack's Political Mind

In the end, Jack became the winner and casually handed over five dollars to Tim, who was a scammer. Angela relied on the agility advantage brought by the petite female body to catch up with Brodman from the crowd first, and casually picked up Brodman from the roadside stall. He grabbed a wooden sculpture and hit him in the crook of the leg.

Immediately afterwards, three big men swarmed up and pressed Brodman on the beach.

"Wow, this looks like it hurts."

A few guys who were watching the show leisurely walked forward. Jack took out his gloves and mask, put them on, and took a heavy backpack handed over by John. This was one of the reasons why Brodman couldn't run fast.

"No pill bottles were found, but there was at least three hundred thousand dollars inside."

"Is this your reward for bringing the virus from Hawaii to Los Angeles, Dr. Broadman?" Broadman was grabbed by Karen as soon as Hanna and Cheng Hao dragged him up from the beach and put him in handcuffs. He took off his collar, and his face turned pale with fright.

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NCIS and "Five-O" took the suspect back for interrogation first, while Jack stayed to deal with the aftermath. He hadn't reunited with his old friends in Los Angeles for a while, so he just took this opportunity to chat.

Dr. Brodman looks like a coward and a bad guy at first glance. He will probably do anything with a few scare words. NCIS is not the LAPD and they will not let him see any lawyer.

Of course, the main reason was that Jack saw that John was a little absent-minded. He noticed this yesterday.

"What's wrong with him?"

Tim was also a little confused when he heard Jack's question, "I don't know, he was just elected as a union representative, and we just gave him a congratulatory gift yesterday."

"Aha, John Nolan, union representative?" A question mark slowly popped up in Jack's head, "If I remember correctly, the person who served as the union representative of the Wilshire Police Department has always been old salty Smiddy, right? "

Angela rolled her eyes, "But some newcomers want to make some changes this year, and he also succeeded in the election, but when I got off work yesterday, I saw a brief conversation between him and the union president. It didn't seem like it was right. So successful."

"It cannot be said that it was a success or a failure. To be precise, our union president used a series of very official diplomatic rhetoric to perfunctory my proposal."

John, who was not far away, apparently heard several people chatting about him, and took the initiative to come over and explain.

Jack has now accumulated some common sense to the same level as most ordinary Americans. Hearing this, he couldn't help but give John a thumbs up.

"So you couldn't wait to put forward your 'proposal' to the union president on your first day as a union representative?"

When Jack said this, he put the index and middle fingers of both hands next to his ears and bent them, indicating that the word needed to be quoted.

"But this is the slogan I put forward when running for union representative. We must make some changes for everyone. I think I need your advice, Jack." I have to say that John, a middle-aged uncle, will also be naive at certain times. Like a child.

Jack looked at the time and said, "OK, if Superintendent Bradford (Tim) has no objection, I think we might as well find a place to have lunch together. Are you still at the food truck in the old neighborhood park?" "

"Of course, the chicken tacos there are the best." Angela smiled, as if she was back to the days when everyone patrolled the streets together.

Half an hour later, it was still the familiar neighborhood park and the familiar simple dining tables. Jack waved hello to some old faces from the Wilshire Police Department very familiarly, and then returned to the crowd with a dinner plate in hand. between.

"Tim your double cheese, Angela's no hot sauce, John's Diet Coke, and Lucy's vegan no chicken, wow, this feels amazing, like it was yesterday again."

Before Jack finished speaking, Angela waved her hand in disgust, "You make me feel very old when you talk like this."

"No, love makes people younger. Even the wrinkles on Tim's face are gone." Jack said pointedly, sitting down next to Lucy and deliberately squeezing her closer to Tim.

I haven't seen this girl for a while, and I heard that she was transferred back to the Wilshire Division. She and Tim's wedding has been planned for so long, and they haven't set a time yet, and I don't know what they are working on.

Lucy made a face at him and leaned against Tim with a sweet look on her face, "I was preparing for the police detective exam, so Tim very gentlemanly postponed our wedding."

"You? Want to be a police detective?" This chick has only been an LAPD officer for a few years?

Jack looked at Tim with a suspicious look on his face, "If someone doesn't want to get married, you can just say so. There is no need to encourage the other person to take on such a difficult challenge."

"Go to hell." Lucy waved her fist at him angrily, and showed that sweet expression as she faced Tim, "I just want to give it a try. This is my career plan for myself. "

Tim responded with a look of doting, "I believe in Lucy's ability. The police detective exam is not a problem for her."

Jack shook his head, pushed out the 5,000-word outline of "The Domineering Superintendent and His Little Wife" that he had already filled in his head, and asked about John's troubles.

Things were far from complicated. Before he officially became a union representative, John had done some homework. As a grassroots police officer, he counted the police records of the Wilshire Police Department, and then came to a conclusion.

"Among all our police calls, at least 40% are related to psychological problems or mental disorders, and our police officers have hardly received psychological crisis intervention training, except for some criminal profiling training that Jack and your BAU team gave us.

So I suggest that we can draw a part of the abundant funds of the police department to provide some training and guidance for our police officers in this area, and support some psychological care groups in the community. This may be possible."

After listening to John's statement, Jack had roughly understood what he meant, "Do you think this method can be used to reduce the pressure of ordinary police officers to receive calls in disguise?"

John suddenly became excited, "I know that as a psychologist, you must understand my ideas. In fact, my inspiration comes from you."

Jack waved his hand to interrupt him, "But have you ever thought about what if this project works?"

"Ah?" John was confused and didn't understand what he meant at all. Even other friends who didn't pay attention to this matter cast curious eyes. Obviously, Jack's answer was also beyond their expectations.

Jack searched his brain for the little political cells he had learned from Zoe and Maureen, and patiently explained to everyone.

"I believe that the relatively abundant funds of the Wilshire Police Department are enough to support such a small psychological training program, but this does not mean that all LAPD police departments have sufficient funds to this extent.

What if a local council member noticed the success of this project and proposed to allocate part of the budget that should have been given to LAPD to relevant groups in various communities to promote similar mental health care projects when voting in the city council next year?

Obtaining funds from the city council is one of the important tasks of the police union. Do you plan to take advantage of the residual power after getting rid of Smiddy, the union representative who has worked for 12 years, and continue to kick the current union chairman out of office?"

"Ah? I haven't thought so much." John couldn't help but be speechless.

At this time, Jack's mobile phone rang twice. He picked it up and found that it was from Danny. The interrogation of Broadman had already come to an end and he needed to rush back immediately.

Jack ate the chicken roll in his hand in two or three bites and left a suggestion to John, "It's better to make one yourself than to touch other people's cakes. Why don't you try to get some sponsorship yourself?"

"Sponsorship? I don't know such enthusiastic rich people." John felt that this suggestion was somewhat inexplicable. He did know a few rich people, such as his old classmate who owned a mansion in Beverly Hills.

But this kind of sponsorship is definitely not something that can be done with tens of thousands of dollars for the entire LAPD. It is impossible for people to pay a large sum of money for no reason.

"Go talk to the Wolf brothers." Jack was in a hurry and had no time to give him any riddles, so he gave the answer directly.

"Shangri-La" is registered in California. It is a legitimate local enterprise. Although it has the support of local wealthy families such as the Anderson family, it also needs to build good relations with local tigers like the LAPD.

Although Jack has not been in Los Angeles for a long time in the past two years, the relationship established by these old friends because of him has not been broken. Including Superintendent Gray, these old guys in the Wilshire Police Department are used to going to the Wolf brothers' farm on weekends or vacations.

Even Angela can call their housekeeper to help look after the children, and John, the good guy, is even more familiar with Braxton.

Although "Shangri-La" does not do illegal business, it is still necessary to sponsor LAPD with hundreds of thousands of dollars every year in the name of local enterprises to get some care.

Jack had not thought of it before, but since John wanted to do something practical for his colleagues, he, as a former member of LAPD, naturally agreed with both hands and feet. This is a win-win situation in itself.