Chapter 158 He Might Be Dead
“Goodbye, Joe gotta go, oh my God.”
“He was driving his canoe, down the Mississippi River”
< br>“His Ivan is the sweetest girl, God!”
“Wild boy, let’s have fun on the river bank~!”
Of course, wherever you go, you have to listen to songs from that place. As Hannah tuned the car radio to the local station, a classic song "Jambalaya" by the Carpenters came on. The cheerful melody and catchy lyrics made her Jack couldn't help but shook his head and started humming.
The Chinese name of this song is "Assorted Vegetables", and it was adapted into a Chinese song "Little Enemies", which was sung by an unspeakable actress.
Louisiana, also known as the 'Pelican State', was once a colony of a European country famous for its efforts to tan its armpits. It was not until 1803 that it was colonized by a certain great man who was not very tall. It was sold to the Beautiful Country for 4 cents an acre and became a state.
Now, just like the capital of that big European country, Baton Rouge, where the state government is located, and New Orleans, which is famous for its grilled chicken wings, have become the gathering places with the highest concentration of certain special ethnic groups.
Especially New Orleans. Since the famous hurricane in 2005, this city is now one of the cities with the worst security in the entire beautiful country, and the white population has dropped to less than 30%.
In fact, Jack quite understands why 40,000 National Guardsmen brought guns into the city to maintain order rather than provide disaster relief after Hurricane Katrina hit.
Not to mention the only country in the world where military disaster relief is a common practice. After natural disasters, instead of busying themselves with self-rescue, people flock to the streets to buy goods for zero dollars. Although there are not many in beautiful countries, it can form a The only one that could have been so large and lasted so long was New Orleans.
So after enjoying a wonderful ballet performance in Houston the day before, the two chose La Yefa as their destination today, a city as famous as a well-known department store in Paris.
The security here can only be said to be relatively good. At least the gangster who tried to rob the two people would give in after seeing Jack's powerful FK7.5.
In the end, Jack and Hannah gave up their plan to stay in the city and chose a resort hotel in the suburbs. After all, as a state with the most French descendants, the Cajun food here is not to be missed.
Various spicy flavors of wild duck, hare, seafood soup, and long-lost rice brought someone back a little bit of the feeling of home.
“I think, if you want, I can redeem my ranch just by selling this crayfish recipe.”
In the evening, on the long river On the embankment, looking at the beautiful scenery of the Mississippi River Delta, Hannah sucked the soup from her fingertips and sighed with contentment.
In Louisiana, the origin of crayfish, people here are very patient and enthusiastic about this little meaty gadget, which even affects several nearby restaurants. Southern states, such as Texas, where Anna was born, also hold beer lobster festivals similar to this one every year.
After tasting the Cajun delicacies here at noon, Jack, who was not satisfied, purchased a full 6 pounds of fresh crayfish just caught in the rice fields, and spent a little tip to borrow the hotel's kitchen. After cooking a large pot full of spicy food and drinking it with the local specialty 'Machine Ghost' draft beer, the two spent the whole night leisurely.
Jack was also a little stuffed, which was very rare for him who had always been self-disciplined. He fell asleep in the recliner with difficulty, feeling the cool evening breeze blowing around him, and let out a long wine burp, which made Hannah Laughing so hard.
Unfortunately, this good time was interrupted by a rapid ringing of the cell phone. Jack picked up the cell phone. The call came from the Wolf brothers who had arrived in Margrave Town first.
"Jack, I think we may be in trouble. When can you get to Georgia?"
Braxton's voice came on the phone.
Jack's heart tightened and he straightened up from the recliner. Hannah on the other side saw that his expression suddenly became serious. She quickly wiped her hands and sat next to him, listening to the content of the phone call. "We plan to arrive in Atlanta tomorrow afternoon and should be able to reach Margrave in the evening. What happened?"
“Chris and I stayed in this boring broken town for several days. We found a suspicious person. We suspected that he was a federal agent, so we followed him, and then we found that there was someone behind his butt. . ”
It can be heard that Braxton’s tone is very unhappy. This guy who has just left the mercenary profession is obviously not used to the peaceful life of this small town.
"Who is following him? You didn't alert each other, right?"
Jack is relatively reassured about the Wolf brothers. Although Braxton is a little impulsive, Chris His personality is calm enough, and it doesn't seem to be a problem if he is around. He suddenly thought of the explosion at the LA port that Hannah mentioned before, and he became a little worried.
"No, they are a group of South American mercenaries. I saw their tattoos. They must have retired from the special forces. We only have a tattered revolver on hand that we snatched from the gangsters. We are in big trouble. Can you get the equipment as soon as possible? Send it over. "
Well, there is no guy in hand, no wonder the former mercenary is so upset.
"Everything you want is ready, don't worry."
Jack reassured Braxton and continued to ask.
“Can you describe the person who appears to be a federal agent?”
The phone was handed to Wolfe, and his voice became much calmer.
“A big guy, about 6 feet 2 inches tall, weighing about 200 pounds, less than 40 years old, looks very well-educated, came about a week earlier than us, and we followed him almost all around the town, I found out that his goal may be the same as ours, and he is also coming for the Kleiner Foundation."
Jack felt excited, and he was really caught up in the plot. Listening to Chris's description, this Federation. The agent is not Jack Reacher's brother, the Secret Service agent who received the lunch box at the beginning, Joey Reacher.
"Hannah and I will set out tonight to help keep an eye on him before we arrive, uh. If possible, provide some protection. He may have some clues about the Kleiner Foundation."< br>
“No problem, we’ll wait for you.”
Chris simply hung up the phone.
Six hours later, in the early hours of the morning, as the galloping Firebird crossed the state line of Alabama and entered Georgia, Jack's right hand on the gear was gently held by Hannah.
Knowing what she was thinking, Jack comforted her gently, "Don't worry, leave everything to me, we will definitely find out the truth."
"Thank you Jack, You have done so much for me."
Before Hannah could finish her words, another urgent ringtone rang. After the call was connected, Braxton's urgent voice rang on the phone.
"Jack, we're really in big trouble. Chris got shot. That federal agent, he's probably dead"
(End of Chapter)