Chapter 550 A flavorful chapter
The first volume of Jack's serious debut novel "Jack Reacher" series has also been officially released. Although it was a gimmick of being an FBI star, it failed to become an instant hit, at least not as popular as those overlord novels.
Fortunately, there are two well-known writers - David Rossi and Rick Cassel who strongly recommended it. Reviewers are at least willing to waste a little ink on this book. There is not much praise, but the reviews are quite pertinent.
Of course, ridicule is inevitable. The subject matter is outdated, the suspense plot is not exciting enough, and there are many criticisms such as being too kitsch. However, for a new writer, Jack's starting point has surpassed the 90% chance of being thrown 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 on a mission.
"Well, it seems I made the call at the wrong time."
"I just caught a few car thieves. I heard that your new book has been published, and Linda is still asking me where to buy it." Danny's voice was a little 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 intercept them near Flushing."
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'm coming to see you to see if I can help."
After saying hello to Jubal, Jack drove the Dodge Hellcat out the door. The morning rush hour had passed and the traffic conditions were much better than usual. Otherwise, he would not have been too lazy to join in the fun. He would have said it at other times. 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.
20 minutes later, he saw a smashed white Toyota 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 place, 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 what it was like to arrest several car thieves who were both senior police detectives and senior FBI agents. He took off his hat, scratched his head, and pointed to the other side of the highway.
"Inspector Regan chased him into the park over there, and a guy abandoned his car and fled in."
Jack signed OK, restarted the Hellcat, turned around with the siren on, and drove into the park. The police 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 received complaints, 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 would be okay if the car was 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 the NYPD, he drove a car and quickly followed the location reported by other police officers.
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.
Taking this guy with him to continue tracking, someone soon 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's not hiding here, is he?"
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. Its scientific name is "Honey bucket", which is the kind of thing that a certain "Runner" licked his dog and used it as a beehive.
Danny got out of the car and stepped forward, kicking the toilet. He 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 was exactly where the door was, trapping the idiot directly inside. I have to say that this method was very smart, but it only made the police who were waiting to get him out miserable. Member.
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 of them, 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 gave the policeman a friendly smile, "I'll cover you."
The police officers can only vent their anger on the idiots in the toilet. They just keep wailing inside and refuse to come out. They go up and shake them.
"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 gloves and took out handcuffs. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still nauseated by the stench.
"Aren't you here to help?" 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 doesn't have room anymore." 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 pass from the beginning of the month, no one will be refused, look at me still writing on New Year’s Day, hehe.