Chapter 935 Frances Niggly
Near noon, the doorbell on the door of the small office building of the Wanted Criminals Group, which had hardly been used since it was pressed, rang.
Normally, whether Jack and his friends come back or have familiar friends come over for a meal, they usually drive along the driveway directly to the underground parking lot, where there is a facial recognition access control.
As long as someone appears in the gated area, regardless of whether they have visitor rights or not, everyone in the wanted criminal team will be prompted on their mobile phones and can see the person's appearance through the real-time screen.
The gate has a similar setting. After Jack confirmed the identity of the visitor, the gate slowly opened, and a black Range Rover slowly drove in. Jack opened the door and faced a 30-year-old who got out of the car. The multi-year-old mixed-race woman nodded slightly.
"Frances Niggly?"
"The big guy said your name was Jack too? Fortunately we always called him Reacher." The visitor greeted Jack familiarly.
Her skin color is not too dark. Although she is tall enough to play basketball, she does not look slow. On the contrary, she has a lean figure and her walking behavior makes people feel like she is ready to go. Hairy female leopard.
"Yes, I am used to people calling me by my name." Jack led people into the house and directly to the backyard.
Frances Niggly's eyes flashed with cunning, and she looked at the furnishings in the house with feigned curiosity, "What exactly is this place? Is it a secret base for federal agents? I saw at least 20 cameras outside."< br>
"Your guess is very close. In fact, our professions are similar. We are both good at finding people and solving cases." Jack smiled mysteriously.
This Negli doesn’t know Jack, but Jack does know her. If he hadn’t intervened and saved Joey in Margrave Town, then Reacher would have found her to avenge his brother. This should be the helper.
This eldest sister was originally a sergeant major in the Army. She worked at a gas station before joining the army. Her family was not very good. She learned a lot while working under Reacher and became a professional after she retired. Accomplished private detective.
The two came to the vegetable garden in the backyard and saw Reacher with his back to them, squatting in front of a pumpkin vine as if studying something.
"Major?"
The moment he saw Reacher, Niggli was a little excited and even had tears in his eyes.
"Nigley, long time no see." Reacher turned around, his expression unusually calm.
"I rushed over as soon as I received your call." Nigli hesitated, and subconsciously glanced at Jack next to him.
Reacher's cheeks twitched and he showed a forced smile, "Jack is one of our own. If he joins the army, I will invite him to join the 110 Special Investigation Team."
Jack replied Smiling, "Although I should not have reached 17 years old at the time you mentioned, I am still deeply honored." The minimum enlistment age in the United States is 17 years old.
Nigley's eyes widened at the side. Although Jack's face looked tender, she herself had a baby face, and her skin color showed no age at all. But she was actually in her 30s. She didn't expect Jack to be like this. young.
The three of them returned to the house, Jack made a pot of tea, each of them poured a cup and then talked about business.
“Sorry, I was busy with a case before. After receiving your message, I had time to check my mailbox and found that Franz left me several messages a few weeks ago. He wanted to Get some information from me."
When he said these words, Nigri's expression looked slightly gloomy, and there was a faint flash of light in his eyes.
"I thought he couldn't contact me, so he asked Sanchez and Orozco for help. They ran a firm in Atlantic City." "It's not your fault." Reacher said hard Bangbang comforted him.
"I know, I know." Perhaps because they were both soldiers, both Reacher and Niggly were extremely restrained in their emotions, and they did not express themselves like ordinary people when talking about the death of their friends. Showing too much sadness.
"What are you going to do next? Let other police officers handle the cases of our friends?" Niggly glanced at Jack.
Although she didn't know Jack's identity before, when she walked into this small building, even a dull ordinary person must have realized that something was wrong. After all, the FBI's logo was posted everywhere. , including Jack's laptop on the table.
Although the large kitchen next to the living room looks a bit out of place, what is posted on the small blackboard hanging on the wall is not a recipe, but a cross-out portrait of a wanted criminal.
"Jack is not counted as other police officers. He is the FBI and also my friend. He saved my brother and possibly me in Margrave Town more than 2 years ago."
I know that Reacher is not very good. He knew how to praise people, and although he said it very briefly, Jack still accepted the compliment with satisfaction.
Niggly looked at Jack with a bit more curiosity and exploration, "I thought you were sent by the FBI to monitor the big guy."
Jack shrugged, "You are right to think so. I have to ask him to keep it in check, otherwise his photo will be posted on the wall over there soon."
"Then it depends on who our opponent is. Who?" Nigli said vaguely, and then looked at Reacher.
"I contacted David O'Donnell and Caiola Dixon, the calls went to voicemail and I left messages for both of them.
And Tony Swann, I don't have his I only know that he lives in Queens, and O'Donnell has a closer relationship with him, so he should have his home address."
The three names mentioned by Nigli were all members of the 110th Army Military Police. An investigator from the Special Investigations Unit, Reacher's subordinate.
Counting Franz, Sanchez and Orozco, who have been confirmed dead, as well as Larry, who died in an accident a few years ago, this group has a total of 9 people, and Reacher was in charge of leading it as a major at the time. them.
There was a murderous look in the big man's eyes, "In other words, we can't contact anyone else except you?"
"Do you want me to arrange for people to find and protect them?" Jack felt his scalp numb. What kind of bad luck did this 110 special investigation team encounter? Is it really being sought for revenge?
Lei Che shook his head, "This is wrong. I know my people's abilities. If they find themselves in any dangerous situation, they will definitely find a way to contact each other as soon as possible instead of being ignored one by one. Kill them quietly
O'Donnell and Dixon should be fine, can you check Swann's address? "
Jack didn't know the capabilities of the special investigators, but they were discharged. After that, most of the jobs I held were on the side of investigators, either private detectives or corporate security consultants.
The NYPD quickly sent Tony Swan's address. Jack disguised himself again and headed to Queens with them in the Land Rover driven by Negli.
Queens is less crowded than Manhattan Island. Tony Swan's home is located in a fairly good middle-class community. It is a row house, and the living environment is much more comfortable than a high-rise apartment.
(End of this chapter)