Chapter 963: Lure the snake out of its hole (Part 2)

Chapter 963: Lure the snake out of its hole (Part 2)

"Alice, are you done?" Jack passed by the door carrying a light sign.

"No problem. I have made fake reviews on several travel websites. From ten years ago to now, no one will notice the problem." Alice put away her notebook and walked out of the room quickly.

Jack handed the old light sign to Reacher who was standing on the ladder. Jubal was at a higher position, and the three of them worked together to install the "Harley's House" motel sign on the exterior wall.

In order to avoid hurting innocent people and to prevent Langston from noticing anything strange, they simply converted the small building where the wanted criminal team was housed into a motel.

There are no buildings around here, just a single small building. There is no need to worry about the hail of bullets accidentally injuring others, and there is no need to use police force to clear the area in advance.

The advantage of the information age is that as long as Alice registers a fake address on several map software and then writes a bunch of bad reviews, she can convince Langston that it is real and avoid being visited by real tourists.

This base of the Most Wanted Criminal Team has always been kept low-key, and no one knows that it is a secret office of the FBI.

The large open space in front of the building was divided into a parking lot, with the temporary colored lights and the half-old neon sign, especially the backyard that Jack had converted into a vegetable garden, it seemed inexplicably very convincing. .

"Is everything done?" Aubrey, who had just returned from Colorado, asked loudly below.

"OK, try it and see the effect." Jubal replied loudly.

As Aubrey turned on the switch, the colored lights decorating the doors and windows turned on, and the neon sign that had just been turned on also flashed a few times and was successfully lit. Several of the letters were appropriately broken.

"Perfect." Danny, standing far away, nodded with satisfaction.

Hannah and Jie Jie walked out of the building with some paint on their pretty faces. Because it was just a simple disguise, the girls set up a fake hotel front desk, and then used a partition to separate the restaurant and Jack's large kitchen. There was a bunch of graffiti painted on the wall of the stairwell leading to the second floor.

Marlo Burns and her daughter also came out. The little girl was only twelve or thirteen years old, with a chubby face and a little baby fat.

"Hey, honey, it's going to be okay. I'll come to you soon. Everything will be fine, I promise." Marlo Burns kissed her daughter's little face and looked at her expectantly. Danny next to me.

At this time, a plainclothes police car drove into the parking lot that had just been marked, and three people got out of the car. Jack knew two of them, Danny's brother James Regan and Danny's female partner Jenny.

There was also a bald, burly white man with an unsightly face that he didn't recognize, but he was obviously also an NYPD police officer.

"This is Gaetano Lasso." Danny stepped forward to introduce everyone, "These two are my brother and his partner Jenny. The three of them will escort your daughter to my father's residence, which is almost the same. It’s the safest place in New York.”

Danny knelt down in front of the little girl, smiled and put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her, "The Internet speed there is also good. My sister's daughter is two years older than you. They will take good care of you."

Seeing the mother and daughter parting reluctantly, Reacher stood next to Jack and whispered, "The NYPD director's home? Isn't it a bit too exaggerated?"

"You can think of this as Director Reagan trying his best to restore the NYPD's image in front of you. After all, Langston and his people were once members of the NYPD."

Jack watched the plainclothes police car leave and mouthed to Danny, "What's the origin of that Gaetano Lasso?"

Danny looked like he was telling a long story, "His father was once a member of the NYPD. He was an extremely upright man who died in a gang fight more than 30 years ago.

You should already have a good idea of ​​what the NYPD was like at that time. Russo's father was isolated by his colleagues because he refused to accept illegal money. When he died, his partner was not even around.

Just before arriving, Gaetano Russo personally arrested his boss, a police inspector who helped Langston locate your location, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs found a full $600,000 in cash at his home. "

"It sounds like you can earn much more working for Langston than working for your NYPD. No wonder he has so many subordinates." O'Donnell walked over with a smile and joked.

"Yeah, this has never been an easy job." Danny shrugged nonchalantly, "Speaking of which, your Army pension isn't that high, and you still have to work as a private detective to support your family."

After saying that, Ma Run, a former Marine Corps who had nothing but a sense of honor, whistled and walked away under the "murderous" eyes of several former army military policemen.

Compared with the idle U.S. Army, although the Marine Corps uses the worst equipment and takes the most vicious beatings, its actual combat experience is indeed far superior to that of other services. Their sense of honor and spirit of sacrifice have become the only things they are proud of.

"No matter how unhappy you are, don't destroy this small building, otherwise you will prepare to work for me for the rest of your life." Jack dropped the threat and went to pack the equipment.

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"Are you so sure that Langston's people will not wait until tomorrow, but come directly to the motel to kill Marlo Burns?" Aubrey, who was lying next to Jack as an observer, asked curiously.

Marlo Burns had made an appointment with Langston on the phone to meet in Central Park at noon tomorrow, but she was using a landline.

In the NYPD database, this number was registered under the name of a motel called "Harley's House", which was the base of their newly disguised wanted criminal team.

At this time, Jack was wearing a camouflage cloth and lying on the roof of a building three to four hundred meters away from the small building. He was observing the vehicles coming and going around him through the night vision device on the Barrett M82A1 in his hand and the rear sight. .

Reacher and his people were waiting in a room on the second floor. Only Jubal, in disguise, lay down at the front desk and dozed off. The other members of the wanted criminal team were fully armed and ambushed around.

Regardless of whether Langston himself will show up or not, the hands-on tasks are handed over to Reacher and his team members, with the FBI just in case as backup.

"There are too many tourists in Central Park during the day, and they will not choose to do anything there unless they have to. The last information the bald police officer Gaetano Russo's boss disclosed to Langston before he was arrested was the address here. He And his people will definitely show up.”

Jack was confident in this. Marlo Burns's lines on the phone were all designed by him after discussing with Reacher, with the purpose of luring Langston to the bait.

Just before 11 o'clock in the evening, a black car drove silently into the parking lot in front of Harley's House. Four strong men with bulging arms got out of the car and the driver.

The four of them looked at each other, and with a tacit understanding, two of them were waiting outside the door, while the other two pushed the door open and entered.

Aubrey, who was monitoring all this from a distance, secretly curled his lips, "These guys look very experienced, I bet they are all former police officers."

At this time in the fake hotel, Jubal, who was sleeping soundly at the front desk, had just been woken up by someone. When he saw two black holes with guns pointed at him, he seemed to wake up all of a sudden.

"Does this mother and daughter live here?" A middle-aged white man in his forties showed him a photo.

"It's upstairs, in the first room. Please don't kill me." Seeing that there was no silencer on the other person's gun, Jubal secretly breathed a sigh of relief, released the trigger of the shotgun hidden under the counter, raised his hands and looked sad. begged.