Chapter 929 Visit
Before Jack traveled through time, only the first season of "Jack Reacher" was broadcast, but he knew that if there was a second season, the scene would definitely not be too small.
Although Reacher was not as good as the old guys of "R.E.D." who would poke a hole in the sky at every turn, it was obvious that the villain he faced this time was definitely stronger than Kleiner Industries in Margrave Town.
After all, only when the opponents are getting stronger and the scenes are getting bigger, the audience will have a sense of expectation, although most American dramas can't get rid of the vicious circle of getting worse and worse.
Jack was not worried about the plot being too bad or the opponents being too strong, but that Reacher would kill too hard and leave a mess that would be difficult to clean up.
Although Reacher's expression remained calm after learning of Franz's death, this guy has always been like this, including when he kills people.
After all, New York is now his territory. Before he can figure out the scope of this case, Jack has to keep up with this guy even if he is in disguise.
"So what are you going to do next?" Jack asked in a slightly slurred voice after he had finished flipping through all the information.
Reacher frowned and looked at Jack's swollen cheeks, as if he was a little confused, "Are you going to pretend to be a gigolo again?"
Jack glared at him unhappily, "If you don't mind living in my office and listening to the progress of the case every day, I also don't mind letting my team take charge of this case. I have great confidence in the ability of my team members.
Or you are willing to follow me as a civilian consultant to handle the case and obey my command."
Reacher showed a constipated expression on his face and shook his head hard, "Forget it then."
Three hours later, the Gulfstream business jet landed, and Jack drove his Hellcat and took Reacher straight to the city.
"Won't the license plate of this car expose your FBI identity?" Reacher looked at the switch of the hidden police lights and knocked on the bulletproof window and asked casually.
"The license plate has been changed. Now I am a private detective named Jack Ryan. Even if the CIA comes to investigate, the result will be the same." Jack responded with a warning look.
"Don't think about this car. It's a government asset. If you want it, we'll rent one for you." He usually drives this Hellcat more than the Firebird in New York, and he has developed a love for it.
"So where are we going now?" Reacher changed the subject.
"Of course, we're going to see Franz's widow." Jack answered a little strangely.
"Is Franz married?" Reacher's tone was a little surprised.
Jack was very surprised, "You ask me? Isn't he your friend? Franz's personal information shows that he has a son."
"We just haven't been in touch for a long time." Reacher explained awkwardly.
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"Are you the big guy?" When the tearful woman heard Reacher's introduction, she blurted out, "God, Calvin pointed to the photos and told me the story of each of you countless times."
Jack glanced at the big guy who was a little depressed, and took the initiative to act as the person to adjust the atmosphere, "Angela, right? Can we go into the house and talk?"
"Ah! Of course." Mrs. Franz quickly stepped aside and invited the two into the room.
The house was a little messy. Various children's toys and books were piled on the sofa, coffee table and even on the floor. A little boy of five or six was holding a stuffed toy and watching the cartoons on TV.
"McGil, go find your crayons and play coloring games on the table, okay?" Mrs. Franz picked up the TV remote control and turned off the TV. She coaxed her son into the dining room and motioned to the sofa in the living room for the two of them to go.
"Sorry, the house is a little messy, but I really don't have the energy to sort it out. My sister has to call me every hour to prevent me from committing suicide."
"I believe you are a strong lady." Jack glanced at the little boy sitting obediently at the big table in the dining room, "Your son is very similar to your husband."
Mrs. Franz didn't look very old. She was a white woman in her early 30s with soft features. She was a pleasing beauty after dressing up, but at this moment, she was bare-faced and her eye bags were swollen and scary.
"Sorry, have you also been a member of the 110 team? Your age." Perhaps because she felt that Jack was a little unfamiliar, Mrs. Franz asked hesitantly.
Jack smiled and took out a pre-prepared business card, "I am a private detective and a friend of this big guy. I am here to investigate the cause of Franz's death on his behalf."
Reacher seemed very uncomfortable with this atmosphere and simply got straight to the point, "I know the police may have asked you countless questions, but could you please help me sort out the events in chronological order?"
"Of course." Mrs. Franz's eyes instantly turned red again, and she choked up, "I took Mikey to the countryside before to help my sister take care of my mother. She has early-onset Alzheimer's disease. During this period, I tried to contact Calvin several times, but he didn't call back.
This is not his style, so I started to worry and called the NYPD. The police said he might be handling the commission. After all, Calvin's profession is also a private detective.
Or he might have gone to a party. After all, his wife and children are not here, so he took the opportunity to enjoy the happiness of a middle-aged man."
"So do you think so too? While you are away, he secretly went out to have fun with his friends?" Reacher frowned and asked.
Mrs. Franz wiped away her tears and answered affirmatively, "Calvin would call me even if he was ten minutes late for dinner, and he never went out to have fun behind my back.
So I was very worried and went home early, only to find that my house had been rummaged through, but nothing was missing. The NYPD came to check, but found nothing. "
Jack recorded this information in a small notebook and asked, "Do you know what case he took on recently?"
Mrs. Franz shook her head, "Calvin never takes work home. He said that when he is at home, he hopes to spend 100% of his energy on Mikey and me."
Seeing that she was about to break down again as she spoke, Jack quickly interrupted with a smile, "This is the most unpretentious and touching love story I have ever heard."
This sentence made Mrs. Franz burst into tears with laughter, and she kept wiping her tears. Faced with such an atmosphere, Reacher seemed a little restless. This was an occasion that he was very bad at dealing with.
He fumbled and pulled out a few tissues from under the pile of sundries on the table and handed them to the other party. The muscles on his cheeks twitched with difficulty, and he forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, "We need more information, and a few more That’s the end of the problem, I promise.”
Mrs. Franz covered her mouth and whimpered a few times, then nodded and tried to cheer herself up.
"Please describe Franz's recent customer groups. Are there any particularly troublesome ones that put a lot of pressure on him?" Jack then asked.
"No." Mrs. Franz's tone was still very certain. "Ever since Mikey was born, he promised me that he would no longer engage in dangerous jobs. Now the people who are looking for him are Wall Street guys, CEOs, venture funds and Insurance companies.
It doesn't seem to be the case now. Sorry, I really don't know too much. Maybe there will be some clues in his office. "
As she spoke, she took out a set of keys from a small dish on the fireplace and handed them to Reacher, "The address is 103 Flatbush. The sign on the door is 'Three Rivers Consulting Company.' The police said it was the same place as ours." , was completely destroyed.”
Reacher took the key and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say some words of comfort, or some promise.
Mrs. Franz seemed to have indirectly known many of Reacher's deeds from her husband, and took the initiative to say, "Franz always told me that special investigators are not ordinary police officers, and you are better than the best police officers. "
"Don't mess with the special investigators." The little boy who had been drawing silently in the next room suddenly said.
Jack had just heard this sentence from Reacher not long ago. Hearing the words, he couldn't help but smile and asked loudly, "Did your father teach you this sentence?"
The little boy nodded timidly to the two of them.
Jack looked at Reacher, indicating that he really should say something.
"He's right." Lei Che held it in for a long time before he said this, and his back looked a little embarrassed when he left.