American Detective: Starting as a Rookie Cop in an American TV Show

Chapter 1230 The protagonist is in place
Millennium Park is a well-known attraction in downtown Chicago. The open-air concert hall here is the venue for the annual Chicago Music Festival.

From here you can overlook the scenery of Lake Michigan, and the 110-ton giant sculpture "Cloud Gate" in the park is like a huge funhouse mirror. Because of its peculiar shape, it is affectionately called "Bean" by the locals.

Senator Bracken's campaign foundation chose the Fairmont Hotel, located next to Millennium Park, as the venue for the fundraising dinner.

Although this is just an early warm-up and there is still more than half a year before the election campaign begins, the campaign team still attaches great importance to this dinner because of the recent hype that Bracken has been chosen by the Democratic Party as the next presidential running mate and will soon become the vice presidential candidate.

There is an endless stream of luxury cars in front of the hotel. Even a Rolls-Royce Phantom does not stand out among them. After all, the starting price of four or five hundred thousand is only a fraction of the price of many customized luxury cars.

However, the two beauties who got off the car were still quite eye-catching. After all, one was old and one was young, one was white and one was red, and they were petite and had long legs and slim waists. Such a combination was rare.

After watching Victoria, in a white corseted dress, and Anna, in a red off-shoulder high-slit evening gown, walk into the hotel hand in hand, Jack, under the guidance of the doorman, drove the Rolls-Royce Phantom to the high-rise parking lot attached to the hotel.

The parking lot is six stories high and connected to the main hotel building of more than 20 stories. Jack went up five times and, as expected, saw a black extended Lincoln and several Suburbans of the same color on the fifth floor.

There were also a few men in black suits without ties standing next to the car, looking fierce and aggressive as if they were not willing to let anyone in.

After circling the fifth floor of the parking lot, Jack went down to the fourth floor. Just as he found an empty parking space and parked his car, the back door was opened and Frank, who was dressed similarly to him, got in.

Just as Zoe said, Jack must not reveal his identity in this operation. Otherwise, if he, an FBI agent, is linked to the kidnapping of the senator, no matter what the outcome is, it will not be a good ending.

Therefore, like Frank, he can only play a supporting role this time, as the protagonists have already entered the scene.

An hour ago, a real urban legend happened in the kitchen of the Fairmont Hotel: the "trash can eating incident."

A kitchen helper pushed a cart full of kitchen waste into the smelly garbage room. Just as he was covering his nose and preparing to open the lid of the metal trash can, the lid suddenly opened automatically.

The young kitchen helper only managed to utter half a scream before disappearing into the trash can.

Five minutes later, Marvin lowered his head and pushed the cart into the hotel kitchen. Not long after, when he appeared again, his white helper uniform had been changed into a red restaurant waiter uniform.

Guests were entering the banquet hall one after another. Because there were so many guests, Senator Bracken's security team set up three metal detection doors in parallel in the lobby.

Victoria opened her purse and showed the contents to the female attendant in charge of security. She then placed it on the tray and was about to pass through the security gate when the beeping alarm sounded again.

"Aunt, your necklace." Anna, who was following behind her, pointed to the large necklace made of turquoise and platinum around her neck.

"Oh, sorry, I'm really old and confused. I always forget this." The old lady smiled apologetically at the waitress, took off the necklace and put it on the tray. When she passed through the inspection door again, the alarm did not sound again.

"Let me help you." Anna, who had also passed the security check, helped pick up the purse on the tray and put it under her arm. She then picked up the necklace and tried to put it on Victoria, but her arm loosened and the purse fell to the ground. At this time, a figure in a red attendant uniform quickly stepped forward and picked up the palm-sized small bag on the ground for the two ladies.

"Thank you so much." Victoria smiled and watched Marvin, who was disguised as a waiter, take the opportunity to stuff a small spray bottle into her purse.

“You’re welcome.” Ma Wen handed her the bag, turned around and left with his head down.

After obtaining the key props, Victoria and Anna continued to walk towards the sign-in desk arm in arm, and showed their invitation to a campaign manager whose smile was stiff because of too much hyaluronic acid injection on her face.

"Welcome. Uh. Welcome, Ms. Brown."

Noticing that this was a high-level invitation letter worth $20,000, which entitled her to shake hands with the congressman and take a photo, the female manager tried hard to make her smile more friendly, but unfortunately it didn't work.

“It is an honor to invite you two to attend the Victory Fund Dinner.”

Victoria smiled kindly and patted the back of Anna's hand. "Our family are all supporters of the Democratic Party, especially my niece Anna. She is a crazy fan of Congressman Bracken."

"I'm a crazy fan of Congressman Bracken." At the same time, on the other side of the long sign-in desk, Cassel, dressed in a sexy purple suit, said the same line to a campaign fund staff member.

"Are you Mr. Cassel?" The staff member glanced at the invitation letter with a half-smile on his face, and made a secret signal to the two security guards with his left hand hidden behind his back.

Cassel, who had no idea about this, looked smug, "You know me? If I sign an autograph for you, can I get a chance to take a photo with the congressman in exchange?"

The staff member coughed lightly and approached Cassel in a mysterious manner. "In fact, Councillor Bracken likes your novel very much. After knowing that you would come, he told us in advance that if we meet Mr. Writer, we must take you to see him as soon as possible."

Cassel's expression was a mixture of joy and reserve. "Really? I'm so honored."

Two burly men in black suits appeared behind him. One of them gestured to the writer, "Sir, please follow us."

Cassel still didn't notice anything was wrong until he was led into a small room, because he did see Councillor Bracken surrounded by several bodyguards, and Cooper following him.

"I'll leave him to you, Agent Cooper." Bracken snorted coldly. Although the senator was in his 50s, with the careful care of professional makeup artists and stylists, he looked a few years younger than Cassel.

The waxed hair was carefully combed, just enough to cover the slightly receding hairline.

"Hey, what do you mean?" Cassel saw him turn around and leave, and was about to step forward, but was knocked down by Cooper's punch and became a hunched shrimp.

(End of this chapter)