Chapter 940 A Busy Night
Jack was a little depressed. Generally, the guy who could say such a non-B-style line was not an important person. He touched his hand and confirmed that this guy only had a knife, not even a gun. He couldn't help but sighed in disappointment.
He stood up and turned his wrist, and the bent end of the rebar hit the guy's temple accurately, sending him to a sweet dream.
At this time, Reacher had also searched Scar's body, and a bunch of car keys appeared in his hand. "There is no wallet and ID card. Let's search this bastard's car."
"What about these guys?" Nigley pointed at the thugs who dared to wail in a low voice. Except for the two who were knocked unconscious by Jack, the others were basically broken hands and feet. They looked miserable, but they were not in danger of life.
The worst one was not the one whose hands and feet were broken by Reacher, but the one who faced O'Donnell. He was stabbed twice in the liver and left lung, and now he had hemothorax.
Jack was too lazy to save this kind of thing. If the ambulance could not arrive in time, only two people would die. He had prepared himself to face 7 bodies before.
Taking out his phone and sending a message, Jack waved his hand to signal everyone to hurry up, "People from the New Jersey office will be responsible for the aftermath. Before the matter is over, these guys will not have the opportunity to contact the outside world."
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"It seems that someone has done his homework in advance." O'Donnell took out several files from the glove box in front of the co-pilot, on which were photos and information of several people.
The information was very concise. In addition to the description of the figure and appearance, there were only a few simple introductions. Obviously, the person who got these materials did not have high authority. The introduction only mentioned the military ranks of several people and that they had served in the same military police special investigation team.
"Mobile phone." Reacher took out a mobile phone from the armrest box, glanced at it, and curled his lips, "Anonymous mobile phone."
He turned on the phone and found that there was no password set. He directly clicked on the call record and found that the caller ID was all unknown numbers. Just as he was about to turn it off and hand it to Jack, a call just came in.
Reacher glanced at the others and turned on the hands-free mode. A slightly old voice came from the other end of the phone, "Did you get it done?"
"It's done, but it may not be what you think." Reacher replied.
The mysterious man on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then called out Reacher's name, "You fucking provoked the wrong person, Reacher, you will soon know what will happen to you."
"Then why do you sound like you are afraid?" Before Reacher finished speaking, the other party hung up the phone.
"Is there a way to track him?" Negley had long realized that Jack was not an ordinary FBI. Although he didn't know his level, he knew that he could easily mobilize a lot of resources.
Jack thought for a while, "Not now, the other party is obviously an anonymous mobile phone, but if he calls again, he should be able to track his location."
"Then find a way to continue to anger him, maybe this will make him lose his mind and call this phone to contact me." Reacher understood what he meant.
"Maybe I can provide another clue." Dixon took out a lost card from the gap between the passenger seat and the armrest box, "A parking pass."
"New Era Technology? The stamp on it was yesterday morning?"
Reacher frowned. He was sure that the SUV that was squatting outside Franz's house the day before yesterday and then followed him and Jack was this car.
Then what is the relationship between the scarred face driving this car and this company called "New Era Technology"? Why did he go there the next morning after the tracking failed.
"Guys, it's time to retreat. We still have things to do." Negley pointed to the blue and white lights flashing in the distance, and there were faint sirens.
At this time, O'Donnell brought over the beer bottles that everyone had put on the roadside before climbing over the wall, "Well, it's still cold, and you can continue to drink it."
"Can you still recognize which bottle belongs to whom?" Negley frowned slightly and asked with some disgust.
"Anyway, I haven't drunk mine yet." Jack happily took the fullest bottle.
The few of them returned to the boardwalk leisurely with beer bottles like tourists taking a late night walk. Negley turned on the navigation on his mobile phone and took them to the office of Sanchez and Orozco.
Jack was still responsible for unlocking the door. After opening the door, O'Donnell reached out and pressed the switch on the wall. The light came on and the office was in a familiar mess.
"Same as Franz's office." Reacher picked up a brass-cased ZIPPO lighter from the ground and handed it to Negley with a grim expression.
The latter's expression suddenly became extremely ugly, "Guys, do you remember seeing Orozco go out without his lighter?"
The other two investigators of the 110 Special Investigation Team, O'Donnell and Dixon, couldn't help but look gloomy at the same time, which meant that Sanchez and Orozco were probably forcibly taken away from this office and killed.
Dixon thought, "Franz and this place have been destroyed, but you said that there is no sign of intrusion in the home of the only missing Swan. There must be some reason behind this."
"Maybe." Reacher lifted up a chair that was blocking the way and checked the innermost bookshelf.
"Good times." O'Donnell picked up a photo frame from the ground with nostalgia in his eyes.
Jack took a look and found that it was the same group photo in the photo frame that he and Reacher found in Franz's office. The nine people in the 110 Special Investigation Team were all smiling happily, including Reacher.
"So I'm the only one who doesn't have this photo?" Reacher was a little depressed.
"I have it."
"I have it." O'Donnell and Dixon answered.
"Mine is on the bookshelf." Negley said, and the others looked at Reacher together.
Jack told the truth, "First you have to have a home, then you can have a wall to hang photos."
Reacher, who was frustrated again, snorted and said nothing more, concentrating on flipping through the bookshelf.
"We are wasting our time. There should be nothing to find here." O'Donnell kicked the documents and glass shards on the floor.
"Indeed." Dixon agreed, "Even if there was something important, it must have been taken away by the other party."
"We thought so when we were in Franz's office before." Jack briefly told the story of the printer.
O'Donnell pouted, "So? Do we have to dismantle the printer here too?"
"No, we should find a bar to have a drink now." Reacher pulled out a large photo frame from the bottom of the bookshelf. The glass on it was smashed, but the photos inside were still there.
"Sanchez and this bar girl look very close."
The four photos all showed Sanchez and a Latino girl in close group photos. One of the photos was taken in a bar. The girl was wearing a barmaid's T-shirt.
"Lucky Bar?" Negley opened his phone and searched. "It's at the other end of the commercial street."