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

Chapter 1327 Treatment of the Protagonist
"Although it is important to keep a low profile, is it really necessary to have an old car like this?" Jack sighed to Reese in the driver's seat.

The car they were driving at the time was a Citroen 2CV, which was almost a contemporary of the German Beetle and even looked somewhat similar.

The difference is that the Beetle's body lines are almost completely round, while the Citroen 2CV's body is a bit square.

This cheap civilian car can be regarded as a symbol of the French automobile industry, just like the Volga car to the Soviet Union and the Ford car to the United States.

The Citroën 2CV model was discontinued in the late 80s, before the collapse of the Soviet Union. However, due to its large production volume, this cheap little car can still be seen on the streets of Paris from time to time.

Reese looked innocent. "This isn't a movie. You didn't even provide a decoder. Only old cars like this can be wired under the dashboard to start the ignition."

"Okay, my bad." Jack didn't expect this.

Modern cars all have electronic locks, and many don't even require physical keys. The method of starting the car by pulling two wires from under the dashboard in Hollywood movies is long outdated. It's fortunate that Reese still has this technology.

"Next time, remember to buy a new car directly with the credit card Mr. Finch gave you, and don't feel bad about the money for him," Jack suggested maliciously.

At the same time, he made a note in his mind that when he took Justin to visit the wealthy Harold Finch, he must bring Chris along.

If the two parties can reach a formal cooperation, "Shangri-La" will no longer have to worry about funding issues, but Finch will probably need data centers sooner or later.

"Watch out, they're about to take action." Reese, who had been watching the restaurant across the street through a telescope, warned.

Frank was seen entering the restaurant with his arm around the middle-aged woman with long straight black hair. To be honest, although Cartaya is old, she still maintains a good figure. She is not like those Russian aunties with waists thicker than buckets.

The original incarnation of this character, Catherine Zeta-Jones, still had a deep impression of Jack. His appearances in "The Mask of Zorro" and "Entrapment" were both quite amazing.

In particular, the scene of crossing the laser line in "Entrapment" is not only unforgettable, but has also been imitated and paid tribute to in various film and television dramas.

When Jack thought of "Entrapment", he remembered an old British spy. After leaving Devil's Island, he never heard from Mason again. Jack did take a look at some of the information he left behind from Rossi.

As expected, JFK's death was indeed related to Mossad, and the Soviet Union had already received the news, and of course the CIA as well.

"Marvin, how long will it take you? Frank and Cartaya have already gone in." Jack asked, picking up the communicator.

"It will be ready soon. In 30 seconds, the notification of the auction of the 1947 Cheval Blanc will be sent to the phone of 'French Frog'. If he bids immediately, it means that he is the one at the scene. Be careful, it will be difficult to catch him alive."

Marvin, who replied, was hiding in the attic of the restaurant, operating a laptop.

"Hope everything goes well." Reese put down the telescope and looked at the buzzing phone. Jessica appeared on the screen, standing under the Eiffel Tower. Taking a photo with her were Hannah and Jiejie.

However, things usually go against one's expectations. One minute later, just when Frank and Cartaya confirmed that a man wearing black-framed glasses and a delicate mustache was the "French Frog", the other party also noticed them. The sound of the Scorpion submachine gun rang out, and in a blink of an eye, the restaurant fell into chaos.

The guests who were enjoying lunch screamed and ran out of the restaurant. Cartaya lifted her skirt, pulled out the "Viper" pistol tied to her garter, and started shooting at the "French Frog".

"Marvin, Marvin, are you okay?" Jack could see through the glass window that the "French Frog" was deliberately shooting at the ceiling to create chaos, and hurriedly asked the crazy old man hiding in the attic.

"I'm all right, I'm all right. The French Frog ran away from behind and Frank chased after him."

Without Marvin's urging, Reese had already stepped on the accelerator.

However, the classic car he stole was equipped with an old AZ engine with a displacement of only 425CC. Although the car weighed less than 400 kilograms, its starting speed was still worryingly slow.

"There!" Reese, who was driving, looked in the direction of Jack's finger towards the alley next to the restaurant and saw Frank's eye-catching bald head chasing a tall and thin man in a suit.

Reese turned the steering wheel quickly. Fortunately, although the Citroën 2CV was a bit old, its body was small enough. Although it was not fast, it was very suitable for driving through the alleys of Paris.

The two men and a car followed Frank and barely caught up with him out of the alley, and saw the "French Frog" in front knock down a motorcyclist who was waiting for the traffic light at the intersection with one punch, then pulled up the light motorcycle under him and stepped on the accelerator wildly.

Frank was only half a step late, his hand was on the high-raised fender of the motorcycle, but he still breathed in a mouthful of exhaust gas.

"Let's chase." Jack's voice had not yet been finished when a burst of engine noise like a blast was heard. The Citroen 2CV that was about to start again suddenly stopped on the spot, and the black Porsche 911 Carrera GTS flashed in front of the two men like a flash of lightning.

The next scene seemed familiar to Jack. Cartaya, who was driving, opened the door while steering the sports car to a drift, and with a swing of his long legs, he was already in the passenger seat.

Frank stood there, watching the sports car rushing towards him sideways. He did not dodge, held the door with one hand, bent down, got into the driver's seat, took the steering wheel of the sports car, and drove away.

Reese and Jack were stunned. Does this operation conform to the laws of physics?
"Why are you still standing there? Go after him." Jack patted Reese who was still in a daze. Although they were all the protagonists, the treatment today was obviously different.

Others are chasing beauties on the highway with luxury cars, but they are two stinky men driving a broken car and emitting exhaust gas.

"Anna, if there is a similar operation next time, remember to get me a cooler sports car in advance." Jack's complaint elicited a chuckle from the girl in the communicator.

After confirming that the "French Frog" in the restaurant was him, Anna went to a mansion in the suburbs of Paris based on the historical location information of his mobile phone. That should be the guy's lair.

According to the original plan, Frank and Cartaya should wait until the "French Frog" returns home after confirming his identity before taking action, but now it is obvious that plans cannot keep up with changes.

No one expected that this guy was so alert. As soon as he sensed something was wrong, he decisively created chaos and escaped. Thus, a chaotic highway chase with a motorcycle in front and two cars behind began.

(End of this chapter)