Chapter 967 The Ride of the Valkyrie
“Hoo!”
The time went back to 5 minutes ago, Langston punched Reacher in the face, but accidentally injured him He hurt his little finger and cursed loudly in pain.
"God knows, I had planned it all. I would get paid, wait for a while, and then retire quietly."
The old guy rubbed the back of his hands and cursed loudly. , around him and Reacher, stood seven or eight former NYPD criminal policemen armed with various firearms.
These are all his old subordinates who have followed him for many years. When they were still in the NYPD, they were all like grasshoppers on a rope. After so many years, Langston has indeed never let down any of them, so even in front of so many In person, he can still speak freely.
“But that idiot Swan started asking around and found helpers. My carefully designed plan was messed up by him and his friends.”
Langston gave up He continued to punch and kick Rachel, who was handcuffed on the chair, and then slapped his face with a more insulting meaning.
“But it doesn’t matter, I can change the plan and sign the documents in Swann’s name, and if the FBI or something comes to investigate, it will look like he did it.
It was Swann who made the deal and then disappeared with the money while I still got to enjoy women, sunbathing, and a cold beer on the beach.”
"But now, because of you, you and your remaining team members, this plan has turned into shit again!"
He pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Reacher's bruised face, " Let me ask you one last time, where are your team members now? "
Lei Che spat out a mouthful of blood and grinned, although there was blood between his teeth. But his smile was extremely bright, "You look very angry, but I'm curious, can you really still enjoy women at your age?"
Langston couldn't help but hit her again with the butt of his gun. He looked at him. It was obvious that he had been beating people unilaterally, but he was so tired that he held his knees and gasped for air. This made the scene in front of him look a bit funny.
If you ignore the bruises on Reacher's face and the blood at the corners of his mouth, the abuser and the victim feel inexplicably misplaced.
"You smelly and hard bastard, just like the soldiers you once commanded." Langston finally managed to breathe again, his anger was almost vented, and the threat turned into an inducement.
"You know? I originally proposed to give Swann a share of the pie. This suggestion is also effective for you. Tell me the whereabouts of your accomplices."
Leacher is a little green. He raised his swollen eyelids and tried to ask in a calm tone, "Where is he?"
"You said that friend of yours? He is here." Langston suddenly realized, "This is you Why are you here? "
The old guy showed a malicious and mocking smile. Under Reacher's gaze, he walked to a cabinet and opened a drawer and took it out. A glass jar filled with liquid.
The glass jar was filled with transparent liquid. What was shocking was that there was an eyeball and a finger soaked in the transparent liquid.
“Did you see that? Sometimes if I want to frame a person, I don’t need his whole person. I only need his fingerprints to pass computer verification to sign some documents.
Eyeballs Only one is needed to pass iris verification and create the illusion that he is still alive by scanning in and out of certain specific locations in the headquarters building."
Seeing Reacher turning his head unbearably, Langston walked away deliberately. Walking in front of him, he gently shook the glass jar in his hand, "He insisted on pretending to be a hero and was unwilling to say anything, but I still found the other three people.
Is this the idiot you taught? ? Haha, so this is all your fault. It was you who taught them to mind their own business, and it was you who caused them to lose their lives.”
Langston was talking nonsense while observing Reacher's expression, but still found nothing. Knowing that he could not force the big man to surrender, he felt a strong uneasiness in his heart. But things have reached the final stage, and he can't think of how the opponent's four or five people can continue to cause damage to his plan, especially when their commander is still in his hands.
Langston is an old gangster cop who doesn’t like to leave any trace behind when doing things. Just as he was able to escape from the NYPD unscathed back then, he firmly believes that he can do the same this time.
But when he thought that he would have to leave the country because of those few fish that slipped through the net, and spend a lot of money to remain anonymous, he couldn't help but feel irritated, so he planned to do something that would make him Something to make you feel better.
Langston handed the glass jar containing Swann's eyeballs and fingers to one of his men, "The reunion party is over, flush these away, we shouldn't leave any evidence."
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Then he pointed at Lei Che and said, "Get a stretcher and put him on the helicopter when we leave."
Lei Che still looked at the subordinate expressionlessly, with what was probably The last trace of Swann left in this world walked into the toilet, and the hand that was handcuffed on the back of the chair quietly touched the heels of his shoes.
At this time, there was a sudden loud noise outside, followed by a strange sound of music.
“I am not the lucky one, not
Some people are born with a silver spoon in their hands
Lord, will they save themselves? Oh
But when the tax office comes knocking
Lord, that house looks like it's going to a clearance sale, yes
"
"A runaway truck? Langston, who put down the walkie-talkie, was shocked and realized that it might be Reacher's companion outside who was responsible, and then sneered.
"Inform the helicopter to start and let us get out of here." He strode to a row of servers, opened the cabinet door and pulled out the hard drive inside.
These hard drives contain all the information on the "Little Wings" project, which may be used to make another transaction with the middleman later.
This old gangster who has worked in the NYPD for more than 30 years knows very well that the official action cannot be so reckless. Moreover, a truck was used to break open the door, not a police armored vehicle. This was obviously what Reacher was doing outside. The handwriting of a companion.
However, before he could take any action or give instructions, another explosion sounded, and the surrounding area instantly fell into darkness, except for the various colored indicators on the server that continued to flash.
As the generator automatically started running, the emergency lights came on, but the entire room was no longer as bright as before, but fell into darkness.
"What the hell is going on?" Langston tried hard to let his eyes adapt to the sudden change in light and dark, completely unaware that Reacher, who was originally handcuffed to the chair, had disappeared.
The singing coming from outside suddenly disappeared, and the rhythmic and huge gunshots and the panicked counterattacks and screams of the guards could be vaguely heard, giving people the illusion that all this was unreal.
The music sounded again, this time it was no longer singing, but replaced by the symphony "The Ride of the Valkyrie". At first, the sound of the prelude was still a bit blurry, but just when everyone was confused, it came again There was a loud noise.
The lowered rolling shutter door deformed and twisted, and the all-black Pontiac Firebird roared into the room. During the 90-degree drift of the car body, an armed security guard at the door was severely knocked out.
Jack did not turn on the headlights. Under the dim light, there was only a scarlet streak on the front of the car moving back and forth, as if the eyes of a ferocious beast were scanning everyone in the room.
(End of this chapter)