Chapter 957 Parking Lot Battle (2-in-1)
"If there's anything else I can do to help, just ask." After everyone was sent out of the police station, Finlay took the initiative to extend his hand to Reacher.
Since coming to New York, Reacher, who had kept a straight face most of the time, rarely smiled. The joy of seeing his old friends again diluted the sadness and anger that had been lingering in his heart these days.
"You have already helped, please pay attention to safety during this period."
Rachel's eyes fell on Finlay's left hand, and his smile became even wider, "I noticed that you also have Wearing a wedding ring”
"It's just a habit. Although I still think about the past from time to time, I have gradually gotten over it." Finlay showed a relieved smile.
The reason why this old black police detective appeared in Margrave Town was because his wife died of a serious illness. He attributed the reason to his neglect of his family. The guilt made Finlay choose A life similar to self-exile.
"I have now learned to exercise and no longer eat a pure vegetarian diet. Speaking of which, I went back to Margrave Town not long ago. The changes there have been great, and Roscoe even gave me a dog as a gift."
Seeing that the smile on his face became a little weird, Jack and Reacher suddenly felt something bad in their hearts, "Do you really have a dog?"
Back in Margrave Town What did this guy say when we parted?
"Yes, I call him Jack, and he eats as much as you two." Finlay smiled happily.
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Because everyone still had things to do, the reminiscing with Finlay did not take too long. Jack left an address for him before leaving. Boston is not too far from New York. If you are far away, invite him to drive over and spend the weekend together or something.
“Can you just find a motel on the road and rest for a night? I’ll go crazy if you don’t change out of these clothes.” Nigli looked as if he had fleas, and his whole body was covered with fleas. Uncomfortable look.
Reacher took things easy, knowing that she was not used to wearing formal clothes like him, "We can stay overnight in New Haven, and you and Dixon will go to assist the FBI in finding Marlo Burns and her daughter early tomorrow morning. Jack and I and O'Donnell took a trip to Washington, DC."
O'Donnell was a little strange, "What are we going to DC for?"
"Of course we are going to DHS to show our face, so that Senator Lavoie can find us and transfer your family. We have to prevent the other party from jumping over the wall. ." Before Jack finished speaking, his phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was Danny Regan.
The conversation between the two didn't last long. After Jack hung up the phone, he looked at Rachel curiously, "Have you always kept the anonymous mobile phone you found on that professional killer with you?"
"Yes, I'm worried that someone can't find me, what's wrong?" A murderous look flashed across Reacher's face.
Jack smiled happily, "As you wish, a former NYPD detective tried to locate the number through an old friend who was under our surveillance. I said we were heading towards New York on the I- On Highway 90, someone should come to your door soon.”
"I'm looking forward to it." Rachel smiled ferociously, "I'm hungry and want to eat something before I beat someone up."
An hour later, the Porsche Cayenne and Firebird drove in one after the other. In the parking lot of a steak restaurant next to the highway, Niggli couldn't wait to get out of the car.
"Let me use the bathroom first, I can't wait to change out of this clothes."
"Then what? Like some sociopath, put out the clothes Throw it in the trash can?" O'Donnell opened the trunk of the Cayenne and handed her several clothes bags without forgetting to tease her.
"Otherwise? Do you want to wear it?" Nigli retorted.
O'Donnell patted his butt cheekily, "It's not impossible. A top-notch butt like mine might look better than yours."
Jack was still a little confused when he got out of the car. No suspicious vehicle was found following them, so how did the other party plan to deal with them after asking about their location?
The first time in Atlantic City it was a professional killer with a few local gangsters, the second time it was a professional gunman at a funeral, and he was quite looking forward to what kind of people would come the third time.
In order to avenge his Hellcat, he prepared an assault rifle in the trunk of the Firebird in advance.
The sound of a motorcycle engine suddenly sounded, and seven or eight Harleys slowly drove into the parking lot, surrounding a few people who had just gotten off the car and were about to walk into the restaurant.
That's it? Several question marks slowly appeared on Jack's head and he looked at the others. Reacher and the other three special investigators also had expressions similar to his.
No wonder he didn't notice anyone following him. The other person didn't come by car at all. He didn't pay attention to the few Harleys that passed by just now.
Although I roughly guessed that the other party would not be able to create any big scenes around New York, hiring a motorcycle gang was a bit too low. At least there were some serious civilian AR rifles last time.
"I hate ruining other people's prom nights, but since someone paid a big price, please hand over your guns." The leading white man took off his helmet and held a ridiculous gun. The small revolver was aimed at several people.
"Why do you think we have guns?" Reacher looked around, the originally murderous expression on his face now showing a bit of helplessness and disappointment.
"Of course someone told me, right Rachel?" The leading white man winked, and several of the motorcycle gang members around him took out their pistols and pointed them at everyone.
"Let me guess, the other party claims to be Swann, right?" Reacher shook his head slightly at Jack and signaled him not to use the gun. The other party's behavior obviously did not want to make a big fuss.
I just don’t know whether the other party’s order to these motorcycle gangs was to knock them unconscious and take them away, or to beat them all to death and maim them on the spot.
"You have too many problems." The motorcycle gang boss tilted his head slightly, and a female gang member with a neck full of tattoos came forward with a bag.
He flipped his wrist and threw his small revolver into the bag first, showing a sinister smile, "10 to 5, I have always been fair."
Jack looked at Niggly and Dixon, who had already torn apart their skirts with great interest, and shook his head speechlessly. Although his outfit was not the most expensive, it was still less than ten thousand, and besides, this was in the United States. Isn’t it normal for people to shoot each other with guns?
This group of motorcycle gangs are all riding Harley-Davidson. The governor looks so cool with a short-barreled shotgun that can be rotated and loaded. In this case, he will not have any psychological pressure when he fires back with Noveske N4.
However, considering that the Hellcat was still in the garage at the moment, and he only had one precious Firebird left, Jack sighed, pulled out his pistol from his waist, and started a gunfight with the car. For chasing or whatever, let’s wait for the new car to be in place.
As for the FK7.5 hidden in the ankle holster, he will not hand it over, he must always be on guard.
This group of motorcycle gang guys didn’t come up to search them or anything. Seeing that several people cooperated and handed over their pistols, they also threw their own pistols into the bag, and then took out various knives and steel pipes. Weapons and other weapons gathered around. The two ladies had kicked off their high heels, and Dixon held one of them in his hand, using the thin high heels as a weapon.
The three men took off their ties and unbuttoned their shirts. The five of them moved and stood back-to-back. They were surrounded by 10 motorcycle gang members. The atmosphere around them became increasingly tense. .
"They said you were very smart and good at fighting." The motorcycle gang boss took off his nail-studded leather jacket, wrapped it around his wrist, and stood in front of Reacher.
His size is no less than that of Lei Che, and the two of them are about the same height, which makes the scene in front of them feel like a king against a general.
It's a pity that Jack doesn't have martial ethics. Before he could finish his harsh words, he smiled at a gang boy holding a dagger in front of him, and kicked him in the face of his unclear eyes.
Don't raise your legs high when fighting, as it's easy for someone to take advantage of you. Taekwondo's chain of flying kicks looks cool, but it also kills you quickly.
Jack used a downward kick and kicked the boy's right knee into the back joint. The sudden scream made the motorcycle gang boss standing opposite Reacher subconsciously turn his attention to This way.
Leacher, who also had no martial ethics, hit him hard on the forehead with a headbutt, officially starting the melee mode.
Just as the two big men were punching each other with fists, Jack had already grasped the knife-wielding right hand of the gangster in front of him, forcibly flipped his wrist, and plunged the dagger into his abdomen. Kill one person quickly.
O'Donnell still had the same fighting style as before. He ducked slightly to avoid the baseball bat swung by his opponent, and hit the opponent's armpit hard with the finger tiger in his right hand. He was stunned while using the switchblade in his left hand. Showing off his sharp edge, a cruel kidney blow was shocking.
Nigli and Dixon are both serious military combatants, and traces of boxing, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and even Krav Maga can be seen in every move they make.
Facing armed male opponents, they were at a disadvantage, especially Nigli, who was unarmed. When two opponents attacked her at the same time, she was quite unable to parry, and she didn't pay attention to her lower abdomen. I got a heavy punch.
Jack stepped forward in two steps, reached out and grabbed the back of the neck of a strong man who was waving a steel pipe and was about to smash her head in. He pulled the guy in front of him, and the other hand grabbed him holding the steel pipe. He twisted his right hand back to disarm him.
"Go on." Jack threw the steel pipe to Nigli and hit the strong man's throat with his backhand knife.
The cartilage of the Adam's apple deformed due to the heavy blow, causing the trachea behind it to be blocked. The strong man covered his neck and knelt down weakly, his face instantly turning the color of pig liver.
After getting the weapon, Nigri suddenly felt like he had divine help. Amidst the howling wind, he knocked a guy holding a dagger until he screamed in agony.
Dixon, who had been working back-to-back with Nigli to fight two against three, suddenly felt the pressure was relieved. She bent down and sidestepped her opponent to stab her with a dagger, and swung out the high-heeled shoes in her hand with all her strength.
The heel of her high-heeled shoes was more than ten centimeters long. It was not only long but also extremely tapered. It could easily pierce the opponent's right eye.
At this time, there was a sound of motorcycle engines, and a Harley roared towards Reacher. The female motorcycle gang member who had just collected the pistols from several people in a bag was sitting in the back seat, waving a gun in her hand. An iron chain.
Rachel turned around and raised his hand, and the chain was wrapped around his arm twice. Harley passed him by, and the woman in the back seat was directly pulled out by him.
The big man pulled her up from the ground and glared fiercely at the frightened woman. After all, his fist, which was about the same size as her face, did not fall. He pushed her towards Nigli and Dixon. war group.
Dixon had just snatched a dagger from the man she had blinded and stabbed him several times in the back. At this time, the murderous intention was in full swing. Reacher was embarrassed to hit a woman, but she had nothing to worry about. of.
He gave the woman who was thrown by Lei Che a punch and punched them all in the face.
The Harley motorcycle that had just rushed towards Reacher drifted and turned around. Seeing the girl he was carrying being beaten into a pig's head, the driver became angry and disgusted, turned the throttle and headed towards The crowd rushed towards them, not caring that there were their own teammates among them.
At this time, Jack was grabbing a strong man's wrists and twisting his arms into twists. When he saw Harley turning around and preparing to rush over, he hit the guy's chin with a knee and grabbed it with one hand. With his collar and the other hand grabbing the belt on his back, he forcibly lifted the 200-pound strong man.
In the rider's horrified eyes, his teammate's huge body turned into a black shadow that grew bigger and bigger, and finally occupied his entire field of vision, knocking him away violently. The fallen Harley motorcycle drew a line of sparks on the ground until it hit the ground. The street lamp pole on the side just stopped.
The Harley's engine turned off and finally made no sound. The parking lot suddenly fell into dead silence, not even a groan. The 10 members of the motorcycle gang were either dead or maimed, and the least injured one fell into the depths. coma.
"Is everyone okay?"
Reacher threw the guy who was stunned by him to the ground and looked around. O'Donnell held his waist and gasped for air. During the melee, he An iron pipe hit his back, and the pain made his mouth twitch.
Niggly was covering his lower abdomen and his expression was not very good. Dixon had some bruises on the corners of his mouth. Only Jack stood there as if nothing was wrong.
"We can't die, but it seems we have to find another place to eat." Nigli picked up the gun bag on the ground and picked out everyone's pistols.
“I haven’t felt this good in a long time.” O’Donnell grinned and wanted to show off.
Dixon picked up his shoes, looked at the unknown liquid on them with disgust, and threw them aside, "It's just a pity that my shoes were only worn once."
Reacher touched the body of the motorcycle gang boss, found his cell phone and unlocked it with the dead man's fingerprint. He dug out the call history. This time, the number on it was not hidden. He didn't bother to wait for the call and dialed it directly. go back.
“Before you ask, I can tell you in advance that it’s all done, but unfortunately it’s still not quite what you expected.”
"You've caused me a lot of complicated problems, Rachel." The voice on the other side was still the same old and hoarse voice.
"A question worth 65 million? Shane Langston." This time Reacher also revealed the identity of the other party.
The voice on the other side of the phone was silent for a moment, and his tone seemed to slow down a bit. Even his title changed, "Maybe we have been dealing with this problem in the wrong way, Mr. Reacher, why don't we make a deal? Let's go.
Tell me what you want, money or something else? "
"I want to throw you out of the helicopter," Reacher replied coldly. .
(End of this chapter)