Chapter 550: A Flavorful Chapter
Jack’s serious debut, the first part of the Jack Reacher series, was officially released. Although it was a gimmick of being an FBI star, it failed to become an instant hit. At least it's not as popular as those articles written by overlords.
Thanks to the strong recommendation of two well-known writers - David Rossi and Rick Cassel, the reviewers are at least willing to waste a little pen and ink on this book. There is not much praise, but the comments Fairly fair.
Of course, ridicule is inevitable. The subject matter is outdated, the suspense plot is not exciting enough, and it is too kitsch. However, for a new writer, Jack’s starting point has exceeded 90%. Nine jumped into the street.
After finally finishing everything, Jack immediately contacted Danny Regan, who had mentioned it before and said that his father invited him to attend their family gathering.
This is not a trivial matter. The two parents of the Regan family, Frank Regan and Henry Regan, are Danny's father and grandfather. One is the current NYPD chief and the other is the former chief in the 1990s.
Jack didn't know the tempers of these two people, but since they were meeting him in the name of a family gathering, he didn't want the scene to be too formal, so he knew it.
When the call was connected, Danny Regan seemed to be driving, listening to the sirens, as if he was on a mission.
“Well, it seems that I made the call at the wrong time.”
“It’s just to catch a few car thieves. I heard that your new book has been published, and Linda is still asking me should I go Where can I buy it?" Danny's voice was high-pitched and he sounded quite excited.
Jack immediately understood that Hannah had returned to Los Angeles on vacation in the past two days. He was sitting in the office and was busy with work. He took out two books from the drawer and signed his name while saying.
"Where are you? I'll send two copies over."
"We're about to cross the Queensboro Bridge. It looks like these bastards want to escape to Long Island. We're going to go to Farah. Stop them near Sheng."
As he spoke, Jack could still hear Danny honking the horn hard and uttering a few curses. He grabbed the keys and walked out of the office, "I'll come find you, see if I can. Can't help."
After saying hello to Jubal, Jack drove the Dodge Hellcat out. The morning rush hour had passed and the traffic conditions were much better than usual, otherwise he would I'm too lazy to join in the fun. If I leave it at another time, maybe by the time he arrives, the suspect will be escorted back to the police station.
The Dodge Hellcat was equipped with a police radio. Jack listened to the report from the NYPD dispatch center and headed east along Route 25. After making several turns, he finally turned onto the Long Island Expressway.
Twenty minutes later, he saw a smashed white Toyota car in the green belt in the middle of the highway, surrounded by NYPD police cars.
He carefully avoided the fragments and parts that exploded all over the floor, pulled the car over, raised his hand to say hello to a police officer, and showed his ID.
"I'm looking for Detective Danny Regan, has anyone seen him?"
The patrolman looked confused. He didn't know how many car thieves he had caught, and he was a senior police detective. What kind of trouble is this, a senior FBI agent again? He took off his hat, scratched his head, and pointed to the other side of the highway.
"Inspector Regan chased into the park over there. There was a guy who abandoned the car and fled in."
Jack gestured OK, restarted the Hellcat, turned on the siren, and made a U-turn in front. Driving into the park, the police officer said it was a park, but technically it was a golf course.
It was just a matter of catching a few thieves. The police officers did not dare to drive directly over those expensive turfs, and then they were complained, so they chose to stop here and pursue them on foot.
Jack got out of the car with the walkie-talkie and smacked his lips in displeasure. He turned around and saw a few old men driving golf carts. He had an idea and stopped them.
“Hey, gentlemen, can I commandeer your car?”
Several old men obviously heard the loud noise outside and got out of the car without waiting for him to show his ID.
"Of course. Are you arresting a fugitive? Did he run in?"
Jack took off the clubs from the back of the car and handed them to them. It's okay if the car is damaged. , these clubs might be enough to buy dozens of these cars.
"Yes, my colleagues are tracking them. Thank you. On behalf of the NYPD, I thank you for your cooperation." After a former LAPD pretended to be an NYPD, he drove a car and followed other police officers to report. The position caught up. Tsk, a new vehicle was unlocked. Jack drove the car proudly, and it didn't take long before he caught up with Danny, who was running out of breath.
"Hey hey hey, do you want a ride?" He whistled and stopped the car next to this guy.
"What is this? Is this a new car assigned to you by the FBI?" Danny held his knees and managed to catch his breath.
"Just tell me whether you want to sit down or not." Jack laughed happily.
Take this guy and continue tracking. Soon someone discovered the suspect's traces and reported the direction on the walkie-talkie.
A few minutes later, after rounding a hillside, the two of them saw a police officer using the tree for cover behind a big tree.
"Oh, no, he won't be hiding here, right?"
Jack stopped the car and looked at each other with Danny. Next to the big tree was a mobile toilet that had been pushed down. The scientific name is "Honeybucket", which was used by a certain person. A "run man" licks a dog and uses it as a beehive.
Danny got out of the car and stepped forward, kicking the toilet. He only heard the RAP accent unique to certain ethnic groups coming from inside, "Help, I can't move, I'm covered in shit."
“Which smart guy did this?” Jack couldn’t help but asked the police officer on the side.
This mobile toilet was obviously pushed down deliberately. The side that fell to the ground happened to be where the door was, directly trapping the idiot inside. I have to say that this method is very smart, but it will be painful later. The police officer who got the person out.
The police officer pointed to another old man hiding behind a tree in the distance with a bitter look on his face. When the other man saw that he was noticed, he proudly waved his hand in this direction.
Although the police officer didn't know that Jack was an FBI agent, he knew that among the three people, two were plainclothes, and he was the only one in uniform, he knew that this unfortunate job was going to fall on him.
Sure enough, Danny stepped forward and turned over the mobile toilet. Listening to the desperate wail inside, he pulled out his pistol and showed a friendly smile to the police officer, "I'm covering "You."
“Climb out by yourself, don’t force me to shake everything inside for you!”
"Stop! Please! Don't do this to me, cough. Stop!" Listening to the movement inside, Jack subconsciously took two steps back. Did he really feel the taste for some people?
A black boy with dreadlocks opened the door and got out of the toilet in embarrassment.
"Lie on the ground, hold your head in your hands, vomit." The police officer standing behind him put on his gloves and took out the handcuffs. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still nauseated by the stench. .
“Why don’t you come and help me?” He smiled maliciously at Danny.
Although Danny felt a little sorry, he refused to take a step forward, "No, I believe you can do it."
"Get up." The police officer pulled up the handcuffed black boy from the ground. He was beyond hope and broke the jar again to challenge his superior, "Can I hand this person over to you, sir?"
"Uh, no need, my police car has no room for it." Danny waved his hand repeatedly and pointed to the golf cart he was sitting on.
The police officer laughed loudly and let out a bad breath.
There is double the amount, don’t leave the monthly ticket from the beginning of the month, no one will be refused, look at me still writing on New Year’s Day, hehe.
(End of this chapter)