Chapter 940 A Busy Night
Jack was a little depressed. Generally speaking, a guy who could say such a line without a B line was usually not an important person. He touched it once and made sure that this guy only had knives. He didn't even have a gun, so he couldn't help but sigh in disappointment.
He stood up and turned his wrist, and the curved end of the rebar hit the guy's temple accurately, sending him to a sweet dream.
At this time, Rachel also finished searching Scar's body, and a bunch of car keys appeared in his hand, "There is no wallet or ID, let's search this bastard's car."
" What should we do with these guys?" Nigli pointed at the thugs who only dared to moan softly. Except for the two who were knocked unconscious by Jack, the others basically had their hands and feet broken. They looked miserable but were actually dead. Danger.
The worst thing was not the one whose hands and feet were broken by Reacher, but the one who faced O'Donnell. His liver and left lung were stabbed twice, and he was already suffering from a hemopneumothorax.
Jack was too lazy to save this kind of thing. If the ambulance couldn't arrive in time, only two people would die. He had been mentally prepared to face seven corpses.
Taking out his cell phone and sending a message, Jack waved his hand to everyone to move quickly, "The people from the New Jersey office will be responsible for handling the aftermath. These guys will not have any chance to contact the outside world until the matter is over. ."
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"It looks like someone has done their homework in advance." O'Donnell pulled out several files from the glove box in front of the passenger seat. On them were photos and pictures of several of them. material.
The information was very concise. Apart from a description of body and appearance, there was only a few brief introductions. Obviously the person who obtained the information did not have high authority. The introduction only mentioned the military ranks of several people and that they had served in the same military police special investigation team.
"Mobile phone." Rachel took out a mobile phone from the armrest box, glanced at it and curled his lips, "Anonymous mobile phone."
He opened the phone and found that there was not even a password. There was no setting, so I just clicked on the call history and found that the caller ID showed unknown numbers. I was about to turn it off and hand it over to Jack when a call happened to come in.
Leicher glanced at the others and turned on the speakerphone directly. A slightly older voice came from the other side of the phone, "Is it done?"
"It's done. It's possible to communicate with You don't think so," Reacher replied.
The mysterious man on the other side of the phone was silent for a while, and then called out Reacher's name directly, "You Fake provoked the wrong person, Reacher, you will know your end soon."
"Then Why do you sound like you're scared?" Before Lei Che finished speaking, the other party hung up the phone.
"Is there a way to track it?" Niggly had long realized that Jack was not an ordinary FBI. Although he didn't know his level, he knew that he could easily mobilize a lot of resources.
Jack thought for a while, "Not now. The other party obviously has an anonymous mobile phone, but if he calls again, he should be able to track his location."
"Then find a way. Continue to irritate him, maybe this will make him lose his mind and call me on this phone." Reacher understood what he meant.
"Perhaps I can provide another clue." Dixon took out a forgotten card from the gap between the passenger seat and the armrest box, "a parking lot pass."
"New Era Technology ? The time stamped on it was yesterday morning? "
Reacher frowned. He was very sure that the SUV that was squatting outside Franz's house the day before yesterday and then followed him and Jack was this car.
So what is the relationship between Scarface driving this car and this company called "New Era Technology"? Why head there the next morning after failed tracking.
“Guys, it’s time to evacuate, we still have things to do.” Nigli pointed to the flashing blue and white lights in the distance, and there was a faint sound of police sirens.
At this time, O'Donnell took over the beer bottles that had been placed on the roadside before everyone climbed over the wall. "Well, it's still ice cold. You can still drink."
"Can you still identify which bottle is which? "?" Nigri frowned slightly and asked with some disgust.
“I haven’t drank mine yet.” Jack happily took the fullest bottle. Like tourists taking a late-night stroll, the group of people leisurely returned to the boardwalk with beer bottles. Nigli turned on the navigation on his mobile phone and led them to the offices of Sanchez and Orozco.
Jack was still responsible for unlocking the door. After opening the door, O'Donnell reached out and pressed the switch on the wall. The lights came on, and the office was in a mess that seemed familiar to him before.
"Same as Franz's office." Reacher picked up a brass-cased ZIPPO lighter from the ground and handed it to Niggly with an ugly expression.
The latter's face suddenly became extremely ugly, "Guys, have you ever seen Orozco go out without his lighter?"
The other two O'Donnell and Dixon, both investigators of the 110 Special Investigation Team, couldn't help but darken at the same time, which meant that Sanchez and Orozco were most likely forcibly taken away from this office and killed.
Dixon thought thoughtfully, "Franz and this place have been destroyed. You said that the only missing person, Swan's house, has no trace of being broken into. There must be some reason behind this."
"Maybe." Reacher angrily picked up a chair that was blocking the way and checked the innermost bookshelf.
"Good times." O'Donnell picked up a photo frame from the ground, looking nostalgic.
Jack took a look and found that it was the same group photo in the frame that he and Reacher found in Franz's office. The nine people in the 110 Special Investigation Team were all smiling happily, including Reacher. thorough.
"So I'm the only one who doesn't have this photo?" Reacher was a little depressed.
“I do.”
“I do,” O’Donnell and Dixon replied.
"Mine is on the bookshelf." After Nigli said, the others looked at Reacher.
Jack said the truth, "First you have to have a home, and then you can have a wall to hang photos."
Reacher, who was frustrated again, snorted and said nothing more, concentrating. I flipped through the bookshelf.
"We are wasting our time. There should be nothing to find here." O'Donnell kicked the documents and glass shards on the floor with his feet.
"Indeed." Dixon agreed, "Even if there is something important, it must have been taken away by the other party."
"We thought the same way when we were in Franz's office before." Jack briefly told the story of the printer.
O'Donnell curled his lips, "So? Do we have to take apart the printer here too?"
"No, we should find a bar to have a drink now." Reacher A large picture frame was pulled out from the bottom of the bookshelf. The glass on it was smashed, but several photos inside were still there.
“Sanchez and this bar girl look very close.”
All four photos are of Sanchez and a Hispanic girl, one of which was taken in a bar , the girl was still wearing the barmaid's T-shirt.
"Lucky Bar?" Nigli opened his phone and searched, "It's at the other end of the commercial street."
(End of this chapter)