Chapter 928 Goodbye Lei Che
Murfreesboro, Arkansas, a small town less than an hour away from Hot Springs, has the most desirable place for those who dream of getting rich every day, the Crater of Diamonds State Park.
A few months ago, Jack and his friends passed by here, turned a corner and ran to the next door Jesseville County to dig up a pile of natural crystals, but he did not expect to return here so quickly.
Looking at the big guy who was beating people in the distance, he shook his head speechlessly and chose to continue to sit back and watch.
I saw Jack Reacher striding towards a Buick car, wrapping his coat tightly with his right fist and swinging it hard, easily breaking the window glass, and by the way, Lao Mo, who was still cursing in the car, was caught off guard.
Before Lao Mo could react, his head was held down by a big hand and hit hard on the steering wheel. Then his right hand holding the gun was pulled out of the car window by Reacher, and he put it on the reflector and forced it away.
The crisp fracture was accompanied by Lao Mo's scream. The pistol was already in Reacher's hand. He put the gun on the roof of the car, opened the car door and punched him hard several times. Finally, he used the car door to clamp the guy's calf and kicked him. Go up.
A large piece of the Buick door was shattered, and Lao Mo's calf was shattered. He fainted from the pain without saying a word. When Lei Che looked up, he saw a pair of handcuffs appearing in front of him, and he couldn't help but be slightly startled.
Jack held up the handcuffs with his left hand and handed them to Rachel. With his right hand, he opened the rear door of the Buick, took out the frightened and crying little boy, and handed it to the boy's mother who rushed over in panic.
"It's okay, baby."
The woman with bruises on her face took the little boy, who was no more than five or six years old, and cried, "My dear, it's okay, mom is here."
"What happened? Family kidnapping or carjacking?" Jack raised his eyebrows at Reacher.
"Carjacking." Reacher put handcuffs on Lao Mo, who had fallen into a deep coma, removed the magazine from the pistol on the roof of the car and threw it into the car. Then he pointed to the ATM behind him and said succinctly, "She was withdrawing money in front of me. , this scum kidnapped her child.”
Jack looked at the stack of cash that the woman had just taken out and sighed, "Do you know how much it costs to repair the car window glass and door sheet metal in such a small place?"
Reacher's expression couldn't help but froze. The woman had a pile of cash in her hand, but they were all in denominations of 20, and the maximum amount was 500 US dollars.
"It costs at least 200 dollars to replace the window glass alone, 150 dollars to apply the film, and the door sheet metal is even more expensive."
Jack's words completely froze Reacher's confident smile on his face, and he watched in stunned silence as the guy took out a checkbook.
"Sorry ma'am, because my companion's impulsiveness caused your loss, I don't know if the insurance company will refuse compensation. If the money is not enough, please contact me."
Jack wrote a check for $500 and handed it to the mother who was still in a daze along with his business card. He patted Reacher on the shoulder and planned to leave with him.
"Wait a minute, are you the FBI?" The woman hugged her son at a loss and looked at the unconscious robber Lao Mo who was lying on the ground.
"Perhaps, but this is not a federal case and does not fall within our jurisdiction. You can also report my name to the police. There should be someone in the Forrest District Court who remembers this name."
After speaking, Jack waved his hands and didn't want the handcuffs.
"How did you find me?" Reacher withdrew $60 from the ATM and took Jack into a second-hand clothing store across the street.
"I'm the FBI. Isn't it normal to find out your whereabouts?"
Jack looked matter-of-factly and watched Rachel buy a second-hand coat. He couldn't keep the original one that was stained with the old Mo's nosebleed. Then he found a fast food restaurant and sat down to explain his purpose.
"Do you still remember the name Calvin Franz?"
Reacher paused slightly while chewing the sandwich and narrowed his eyes slightly. After swallowing the food in his mouth, he asked in a deep voice, "What happened to him?"
"About 10 days ago, he disappeared after leaving home. Three days ago, several hikers found his body in the Catskill Mountains. According to the report issued by the CSI crime laboratory, they suspected that Franz had died before his death. He was tortured to extract a confession.
The head of the laboratory found some connections and found out that he had worked in the 110 Special Investigation Team led by you. Then I contacted your brother Joey. He said that the last time you contacted him, the phone area code was in Arkansas. "
As he spoke, Jack took out an anonymous mobile phone and threw it to him, "Please turn it on at least once a week from now on. I'll leave you a message if I have something to do. Do you know how many people I used to find the on-board surveillance video of the Greyhound bus?"
Reacher pulled a napkin casually, asked the waitress to borrow a pen, and wrote a series of numbers on it.
"This is my pension account. Next time I have an emergency, I will put 1 dollar and 10 cents into it. I can't guarantee that this phone will follow me for a long time."
Jack was quite speechless and put away the tissue, looked at the time and urged, "Please eat quickly, the plane won't wait for us for long."
Lei Che couldn't help but be startled when he heard this, "Can the FBI still let the flight stop and wait for people?"
An FBI couldn't help but smile a little proudly, "Of course the ones waiting for people are private business jets."
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An hour later, Reacher stretched out his long legs in the Gulfstream business jet extremely comfortably, "I haven't seen you for more than two years. It seems that your career in the FBI is quite successful."
Jack picked out a half-empty bottle of whiskey from the wine cabinet and poured him some. Judging from the age, it should be from Rosie's collection.
"The plane is the BAU team's private jet. They happened to be working a case in New York recently. But I have my own team now and will soon have my own private jet."
This is not a show-off, because Reacher doesn't care about this kind of thing at all. This guy lives as he pleases and is not bound by anything. Jack is just saying in disguise that he can help as a friend, and it's a big help.
"I want to understand the case first." Reacher's expression became a little gloomy.
"It's all in the file bag at your hand. I know your style, but I still have to ask, do you plan to investigate this case yourself?" Jack asked while playing with the wine glass.
Reacher flipped through the information in the file bag and replied, seemingly irrelevantly, "When the 110 Special Investigation Team was established, I was responsible for recruiting Franz personally. There is a motto in our team, don't mess with special investigators."
"OK." Jack shrugged, took out a small box from his pocket and opened it. Inside were two fixed blocks similar to dentures soaked in saline.
He stuffed the fixing blocks into his mouth, one on the left and one on the right, blocking his back molars. His cheeks were immediately stretched out to form a square chin, and then he put on a fake beard in front of Reacher's surprised gaze.