Chapter 947 Funeral? Battlefield!
Jack didn't stay in the hall for long. Although he wore a hood and avoided the surveillance position as much as possible, and even wore special thick-soled shoes, he didn't want to be too conspicuous.
They had no intention of destroying the surveillance. On the contrary, they deliberately exposed their figures to the surveillance. Although everyone had disguised themselves to a certain extent, it was just a way of covering one's ears and stealing the bell.
The purpose of this seemingly reckless raid was not only to obtain the internal information of "New Era Technology", but also to deliberately expose the special investigators to the other party.
How to expose one's identity to the mastermind behind the scenes, naturally relying on Reacher's unusual figure, so now everyone else is a supporting role, and the only protagonist is a big guy whose identity can be guessed at a glance even if he wears a hood.
After using bean bag bullets to clear out the two security guards who rushed over, Jack left the office building of "New Era Technology" and started running wildly. The SUV they left behind was also one of the clues. The vehicle used for evacuation was parked two kilometers away.
Although this Hyundai SUV was rented by Dixon with a fake identity, if someone carefully checks it, with a little effort, they will find that the investigation company pointed to by this fake identity is the one she is working for now.
Given the investigation materials they found in the car of the professional killer Trevor Saropian before, Jack and Reacher believe that this should not be difficult for the mastermind behind the scenes.
The SUV that received the application was Negley's black Range Rover. Jack sat in the driver's seat and started to check the time. At the 11th minute, O'Donnell hurriedly arrived with a big bag. At the 15th minute, Negley and Dixon also rushed into the trunk with two large bags of hard drives.
"Where is the big guy?" Jack looked in the rearview mirror and didn't see Reacher.
"I don't know, but he told us not to wait for him before." Dixon smiled happily after taking off the hood, as if she was not robbing a defense company just now, but had grabbed a long-awaited product in the Christmas Black Friday rush.
"We should go," O'Donnell urged.
Jack squinted at the three people, "Are you sure?"
"I don't want to go either, but he said very seriously before he left that it was an order. I won't disobey the colonel's order. If he says to go, we have to go." Negley looked serious, and the others nodded repeatedly.
Are these retired soldiers so rigid? Obviously, they have made arrangements. Even if it exceeds 15 minutes, the NYPD will not take real action.
Hearing the sirens from a distance, Jack subconsciously released the handbrake. Just a few seconds after he stepped on the accelerator, the Range Rover had just rushed out less than 20 meters, and a figure like a giant bear crashed through the fence of the parking lot and rushed onto the road.
Jack, who was always paying attention to the rearview mirror, braked, and the Range Rover pulled out two long ruts and stopped.
Reacher opened the passenger door and pulled off his ski mask to see that his hair was soaked with sweat. "I can't believe you're planning to leave me behind."
Jack opened his mouth subconsciously, then looked back at the three special investigators who were snickering, and shook his head speechlessly, "A bunch of big-eyed people."
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On a hill not far from the Brooklyn Industrial District, there is a 478-acre cemetery with a history of nearly 200 years-Greenwood Cemetery.
It was early morning now, and everyone was dressed in black formal clothes and stood solemnly, and in front of them was a coffin covered with the Stars and Stripes.
On a shelf next to the statue of the Virgin Mary was a large photo of Calvin Franz standing in front of the Stars and Stripes in military uniform, with several wreaths made of flowers next to him.
Franz's wife Angela held a red rose and looked at her husband's coffin with sorrowful eyes. Their still somewhat ignorant son Mackey stood beside her, looking uneasy, holding tightly to the hem of his mother's black windbreaker.
Six soldiers in army uniforms stood on both sides of the coffin, and a pastor began to chant, "We will bury Calvin Franz here, dust to dust, earth to earth, let the dead rest in peace, let the living regain liberation, ah."
There were also believers among the relatives participating in the funeral. When the pastor finished chanting, they all crossed their chests.
The pastor stepped aside, and a commander walked to the front of the coffin and saluted solemnly. At the same time, the special investigators headed by Reacher straightened their bodies and raised their right hands to salute.
The army soldiers on both sides of the coffin leaned over at the same time, picked up the American flag on the coffin and pulled it straight.
"Firing team, stand at attention!"
"Stand by."
"Ready!"
"Raise your guns!"
As the command was given, seven army soldiers not far away pointed their M1 carbines at the sky.
"Fire!" With the order, the blanks were fired, and the crisp sound of gunfire resounded over the cemetery, startling a group of crows.
"Ready!"
"Raise your guns!"
The command sounded again, and the whole process had to be repeated 21 times.
Jack was not a soldier and did not need to raise his hand to salute. When he bowed his head in silence, he felt a surge of uneasiness in his heart. He subconsciously looked up at the end of the road not far away.
There was a Suburban parked there, and inside were Jiejie and Hannah, who had been secretly accompanying Franz and his son in the past few days.
The door of the Suburban was suddenly opened, and Hannah and Jiejie jumped out of the car holding Noveske N4 assault rifles and pointed to the other side of the cemetery.
Jack's eyelids jumped, and he looked in the direction of the muzzles of their guns to a corner of the cemetery, where a bush was shaking without wind.
"Get down!"
Jack pushed Reacher hard, and the big guy just shook slightly, and he had already used the reverse force to knock down the mother and son on the other side.
Almost at the same time, a bullet whizzed in and shattered the glass frame of Calvin Franz's portrait.
At the same time, the Noveske N4 in Jiejie and Hannah's hands also opened fire, and it was a continuous burst, not seeking to hit, just to attract the attacker's firepower.
For a while, gunshots rang out. Although the Noveske N4 belongs to the same AR gun family as the assault rifle used by the attacker, the sound of the subsonic bullet used by it is slightly dull when it is fired, so Jack can clearly distinguish it.
Although the number of attackers could not be seen clearly for the time being, it was obvious that there were more than two attackers, because Jiejie and Hannah were soon suppressed behind the front of the car and could not raise their heads. The dense gunfire instantly turned the funeral scene into a battlefield.
But thanks to their timely response, they forced the other party to fire only one shot and then turned their guns to fight back, and there were no casualties at the funeral.
There were about thirty or forty relatives and friends of Franz who came to mourn. In addition to special investigators such as Reacher, there were also several retired soldiers.
In addition, there were more than a dozen honor guard soldiers who came to hold the funeral, but they did not carry weapons. The M1 carbines used in the ceremony were all loaded with blank bullets.
But the advantage of having soldiers at the scene was that the crowd could be evacuated in a timely and orderly manner. Jack protected Franz's wife and children and hid behind an old tree that was so thick that three people could hug it. Soon, a soldier and a relative rushed up to meet them without hesitation.
"Take them away from here." Jack shouted and handed his sidearm to the soldier. He pulled out the FK7.5 from his waist and untied the special folding stock from his belt.
The special accessories of his spare gun had not been used for a long time. The last time he used this spoon-shaped folding stock was to deal with those inhuman "ogres".