Chapter 1020 This world is really small

It can be seen that this young police chief is not the type to rely on prestige to manage the police station. Hearing this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Okay, okay, but don't be too early, we still have to clean up this place."

Alice stomped the floor coquettishly upon hearing this, "Come on, boss, today is my favorite holiday. I even put on my most special sexy holiday boots."

Then she slightly straightened her face and made a serious look, with an expression that was both angry and happy, "Even if we have to go our separate ways tomorrow, it will only be after a happy party."

Even Jack could see how serious this girl was about this little New Year's party. It was obvious that she had done all the surrounding decorations by herself.

"Then how can I bear to disappoint you? Enjoy it." Sheriff Roenick raised his eyebrows slightly in agreement.

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"So you're just passing by?" Putting the steaming coffee cup in front of Jack, the young police chief sat back behind his desk and flipped through the newspaper seemingly casually.

"I used to be an LAPD officer and was a colleague of John's. Not long ago, he offended the union president and was sent here for a week. I was just about to return to New York from Los Angeles, so it can really be regarded as passing by."

Jack had nothing to hide, so he took out his ID and placed it in front of him.

"Supervisory Agent Tavole, you are younger than I thought." Ronick just glanced casually and handed the ID back.

Jack glanced at his lips and chin, which only had sparse stubble. "Same for you, I mean, as the chief of a big city police department."

Roenick was keenly aware that Jack noticed his tattoo, and generously rolled up his sleeves to let him see it clearly.

"This is my reward for working as an undercover policeman for five years. Just eight months ago, I thought I would walk with a limp forever." As he said this, he patted his right leg hard.

It turned out that the undercover agent was injured and took a back seat. No wonder he became a police sergeant at such a young age and was also in charge of a branch. Although it was a remote branch that was about to be abolished, he was still a director after all.

Jack waved his hand and also chose to get straight to the point, "Sorry, I'm just a little curious. I've been to Chicago, but this is my first time in Detroit. I'm curious about everything here."

The extent to which the city of Detroit has degenerated is clear from just one example. In the mayoral election in previous years, 4 of the 8 candidates had serious criminal records, including drug abuse and murder.

This metropolis, once ranked fourth in the United States, has not only begun to decline in recent years. As early as the 1960s, riots caused by racial issues plunged the entire city into turmoil.

The then U.S. President Lyndon Johnson urgently authorized military intervention. U.S. soldiers, including the 101st Airborne Division, the 82nd Airborne Division and the National Guard, drove tanks into the city.

Five days later, at the cost of more than 1,200 casualties and more than 2,000 buildings being razed to the ground, the riot was finally quelled, and a total of more than 7,200 people were arrested and imprisoned.

As time came to the 1970s, due to rising oil prices, the American automobile industry was impacted by the Japanese automobile manufacturing industry.

Detroit, home to the headquarters of the three major automobile companies, General Motors, Ford and Chrysler, has suffered an unprecedented blow. As the economic decline and recession intensified, the urban population of more than 1.8 million citizens at its peak has dropped to less than what it is today. 700,000.

Apparently hearing some hidden meaning from Jack's euphemistic words, Ronick shook his head with a wry smile, "If you are here to experience some urban legends, you may be disappointed.

The Detroit River now has alarms with cameras every 150 feet (45 meters), making it relatively safe at least in the urban core. "

Jack smiled and spread his hands, "You misunderstood, I didn't come here with a novelty mentality. In that case, I might as well go directly to Kensington Street in Philadelphia.

I am curious about Detroit simply because I am half a muscle car enthusiast. I own a 1982 Pontiac Firebird TRANS-AM. "

As a guy whose contribution to the American automobile industry far exceeds that of most ordinary Americans (referring solely to the scrapped cars in Jack’s hands in the past few years), Jack believes that pretending to be a muscle car enthusiast is not too much.

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Ronick's face, "That's such a coincidence. I have a second-generation Dodge Charger (Charger). Maybe after tonight's snowstorm passes, I can drive it to take you to GM and Ford." Take a tour of the headquarters.”

"Then it's a deal." Jack took the initiative to reach out and shake his hand, which was a mutual understanding.

Although he only felt vaguely familiar with the young police chief's appearance, his small body didn't look like an action movie star. Jack felt that this trip to Detroit might go smoothly.

At this time, there was a sound of high heels and wooden floor knocking from far to near, and finally stopped at the door of the office, and then there was a knock on the door.

"Alice, what's the matter?"

Before Ronick finished speaking, the office door was pushed open, revealing Alice's pretty face with a sweet smile, "Chief, the person we made an appointment with every Friday is here."

Ronick subconsciously glanced at the heavy snow outside the glass window behind him and sighed, "Are you kidding me?"

"Although I know you don't like your psychiatrist very much, this attitude is really hurtful, Sheriff Ronik."

A beautiful woman in a violet coat appeared with this voice. She walked around Alice and walked into the office. When she saw Jack, she was slightly stunned and showed a bit of surprise on her face, as if she recognized him.

"No, no, no, I was just a little surprised because there were guests."

Ronik left his desk and tried very hard to introduce the two parties. "This is Dr. Sebian, the psychiatrist assigned to me by the union, and this is Jack from Los Angeles who deliberately passed through Detroit. Uh. He said it's OK to call him Jack."

Obviously, this guy only remembered "Jack" who had the same name as himself, and had forgotten his last name.

"Jack Tavoler, I know you, I'm Alex Sebian, you can just call me Alex." The psychiatrist, who was as beautiful as Alice but had a very different temperament, took the initiative to extend his hand to Jack.

"Have we met before?" Jack stretched out his hand to shake hers. Although he asked this question, he was very sure in his heart that he and this intellectual beauty should have never met before.

"The author of "Jack the Detective", right? Professor David Rossi once recommended your novel to me, and I like it very much. I also talked about you with Professor Maureen Cahill and learned that you are now studying for a master's degree under her name.

But to be honest, you look much more handsome than the author's photo on the title page of the novel."

Jack was also convinced. The author's photo he put in the book was a headshot taken with a pair of black-framed glasses that looked particularly stupid, but it was still recognized.

It was said that the glasses were Clark Kent's true body, but why didn't they work on him.

As if seeing Jack's confusion, Alex smiled and explained, "I am also a forensic psychology consultant for NCIS. Recently, I often hear your name from some people. Since you appear here, has the matter in Hawaii been resolved?"

Jack suddenly realized, "Yes, it's resolved. I didn't expect that the world is so small."