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

Chapter 1335 The sweetness of Mixue Ice City

When his confidence was completely shattered and even his sneak attacks could not hurt the opponent at all, Han knew that his career as a killer had come to an end at this moment.

Han has always been proud of his extraordinary agility and strong physique, which are also the foundation of his career as a killer.

It's not that he has never encountered tough opponents, including a Southeast Asian black boxing master with steel plates embedded in his calf bones and a Japanese tycoon who spent a lot of money to hire elite bodyguards to protect him 24 hours a day.

Han always finds a way to achieve his goal with his agility and strong physique.

However, this time he really hit a wall. No one was faster than him, no one was stronger than him, and even his full-strength sneak attack was easily resolved. At this moment, he felt completely hopeless.

"Don't be like this, world peace still needs your contribution."

He pulled the two daggers thrown in retaliation from Han's shoulder and thigh, and bandaged him roughly with a shirt torn into strips.

Pushing Han, who was like a dead dog, to Frank's care, Jack stuffed the food and clothing in the shopping cart into the trunk of the car, and drove away with everyone before the Moscow police arrived.
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"You actually captured Han alive?" Ma Wen, who was waiting in the apartment, recognized the miserable-looking killer at a glance. The latter looked distraught and completely lost his usual spirit.

"He brought it upon himself." Jack said as he took out his cell phone and sent a message to Harry. Now the scapegoat is in place, and all that's missing is a usable nuclear bomb.

The Wolf brothers will look for an opportunity to temporarily escape from the "tour group" in the next two days, disguise themselves and use fake identities to go to Cuba to contact helpers.

It has to be said that the ways of these old guys "R.E.D." are really wild. Jack even suspects that they were connected through "Communism" in the first place. Otherwise, it is hard to explain why Frank still has old friends who can help him in a country like Cuba.

The next morning, Harry, dressed in a Russian police uniform, and two of his men took away Han, whose wounds had shown signs of infection and who was running a fever.

Jack didn't use healing magic on him. Such a guy was too dangerous. If Harry hadn't come to Moscow in person, he would have been worried that he would run away.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that Han has been looking half-dead since being subdued by Jack. That’s because except for the crazy Edward Bailey, the rest of the people in the room are all “experts”.

If he had done anything dishonest, having his wrist and heel tendons pricked would have been the least serious punishment.

However, Harry wearing a Russian police uniform gave Jack a sense of déjà vu. He vaguely remembered that Arnold had starred in a box office flop "Red Alert", in which Harry had a similar look.

After seeing Harry off, the group accompanied Edward Bailey on a stroll through the streets of Moscow for two full days. Although it was not yet the coldest time of the year in Moscow, the outdoor temperature during the day was only around minus ten degrees Celsius.

Going out shopping on a day like this is obviously not a pleasant thing. Except for Anna who is more adapted to this low temperature climate, probably because she is accompanied by Jack, everyone else was very cold.

Marvin held the coffee that had gone cold in just a few minutes, exhaled a long puff of white mist, inhaled the cold and red coffee and asked, "Dr. Bailey, have you remembered? If it gets colder, I'm worried that my arthritis will flare up."

Edward Bailey tightened the red scarf around his neck. He had bought it in a supermarket before. It had the emblem of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry embroidered on it. He didn't know if it was imported from Yiwu.

"It should be nearby. I'm sure of it this time." His expression even showed a bit of grievance. "Everything here has changed beyond recognition." Jack looked blankly at the surrounding buildings that were at least half a century old. This place was not far from the Red Square. Nearby were either cathedrals or monuments, or various museums and towers with hundreds of years of history.

Finally, after another round of twists and turns, the old man pointed to an alley and said, "This is it. Just cross the street from here."

They hurriedly followed him, and then saw him standing on the other side of the alley, looking back with a puzzled expression and asking, "What is that snowman wearing a crown?"

Jack followed his gaze and looked at the sign on a small shop across the street. "That's Mixue Ice City. Do you want some lemonade?"

"The entrance is here. There is a secret passage in the basement. Brezhnev once smuggled vodka in through there." As they spoke, several people followed Edward Bailey out of the alley.

Anna asked in confusion, "Where to go in?"

"Go in there." The old man raised his hand and pointed to the other end of the Red Square, where there was a long vermilion palace wall and a tall bell tower.

"The Kremlin?" Frank muttered, looking at the high palace walls. "You hid that thing in the Kremlin?"

"Yes." Edward Bailey rubbed his palms and exhaled again. "They never dreamed of it, did they?"

Jack sighed. Even though he had known this for a long time, he still felt that it was too outrageous.
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"It's made with fresh lemons, and a glass is only 150 rubles." Marvin held the glass of iced lemonade and drank it with relish.

Jack stood by and counted "80" in his mind while swinging the sledgehammer. He soon smashed a hole in the wall on one side of the basement.

Anna found a thick straw and skillfully poked open a cup of bubble tea. Then she smiled happily and said, "It tastes even better than what I had in Seris."

Handing the hammer in his hand to Reese, Jack leaned forward to her and took a sip, frowning slightly. The taste was indeed a little different from his impression in his previous life.

"Maybe because you Russians have a sweet tooth, they added more sugar."

Anna blinked in confusion. Jack kept saying that he had never been to Seris, but he seemed to be very familiar with everything there, including his Chinese, which had almost no accent.

However, this doubt only flashed through her mind. After all, Jack spoke French and Russian fluently, and he could even switch back and forth between the British accent and the East and West Coast accent of the United States very freely in English.

Just as a secret passage leading to the underground Kremlin was discovered, old lady Victoria in London was facing a life-and-death crisis.

"Do you know how much trouble you and your two friends have gotten into?" An old British man paced back and forth in the small room with a stack of documents in his hands.

Victoria's hands were handcuffed to the back of the chair. She said indignantly, "As the director of MI6, you actually imprisoned one of your own for more than 30 years."

(End of this chapter)