Chapter 969 Unexpected Visitor
"Ahhh!"
Amid Lanston's screams, Jack strangled the tourniquet tightly. The old man was still able to hold on and didn't faint.
"Are you guys coming together?" Reacher waved at Lavoie's three bodyguards in the cabin and asked loudly.
"Of course." The female ranger was indeed the leader among the three, and waved her hand to signal the other two to follow.
When passing by Jack, she deliberately teased, "Where is your ridiculous mustache, handsome guy?"
Jack shrugged and didn't answer. He didn't disguise himself for today's operation, but used his true face.
"The pilot knows the destination." Dixon leaned close to Jack and Reacher's ears and said, "They are going to meet the middleman at an engineer's home. The engineer will show the middleman how to install the chip into the missile and the full launch process."
Reacher's mouth twitched. Among the few people, his image was the most miserable. Not only was his face covered with injuries, but he was also splashed with blood before. He just wiped it casually with his coat.
Hearing this, he showed a grim smile, like a ghost in the dim light of the cabin, which made people shudder, "You better let him fly steadily."
The helicopter slowly flew into the sky. In addition to Reacher's special investigators, there were only three bodyguards on board. Except for Jack, none of the wanted criminals team was there, and most of them didn't even show up.
The female ranger poked Jack with her arm and asked casually, "Handsome, who are those people below?"
"We paid a few mercenaries, and these equipment were also provided by them." Jack showed his eight big white teeth and smiled innocently.
AS332 "Super Puma" flew all the way to the northwest. According to the pilot's explanation, the home of a "New Age Technology" engineer was located on a small farm near Rochester.
Looking at the long forest not far away, Reacher was already a little impatient, "Let the pilot open the tail compartment."
Feeling the air flow from high altitude, Lanston, who was originally leaning against the cabin wall and dying, suddenly opened his eyes wide.
"Wait, wait." He tried to shrink into the corner, but was dragged to the open hatch by Reacher's leg.
"No! No! No! No! No!" Lanston frantically used his remaining hand to dig around, trying to grab something, "I'm still useful, I can help you prevent those missiles from falling into the hands of terrorists."
Reacher dragged him to the hatch without saying a word, grabbed his collar and forced him to stand up. Lanston's legs were weak and kicked wildly, and he couldn't stand at all. He was almost forcibly lifted there, and half of his body was floating in the air.
"No! No! No!" Lanston's old face was full of snot and tears, crying like a 60-year-old child, "Don't kill me, hand me over to the FBI, I will cooperate, I will tell you everything you want to know, and I will cooperate with you to catch the middleman."
"No, we don't need it." Reacher let go of his hand, and then pried open his left hand that was holding his arm one finger at a time.
"No! Ah!!!"
Seeing the big guy fulfill his promise not long ago, Jack handed the first aid kit to Dixon, took out alcohol and gauze from it, and asked her to clean the bloody Reacher.
The tail door of the helicopter slowly closed, and Reacher took out a glass jar from his arms, which scared everyone. Jack took it and took a look, and immediately understood what was going on, and sighed slightly.
"If it was on the battlefield, Swan would at least not be judged as missing." O'Donnell smiled bitterly, took the first aid box that Dixon had thrown aside, took off his coat, and carefully wrapped the glass jar and stuffed it into the box.
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"There are still some personal grievances to be resolved, but we will do what we promised Lavoie." Jack said to the three bodyguards with a smile.
"Just solve it before dawn." The female ranger seemed easy to talk to, and even threw a wink to someone before escorting the helicopter pilot and engineer into the barn.
Watching the three bodyguards walk to the barn not far away and close the door, O'Donnell couldn't help but curl his lips, "Do you think they will let us go just like that?"
"I told Reacher before that we should always give our congressman a 'chance'." Jack smiled and winked at him, and the two walked into the room together and turned to close the door.
The fireplace in the house was burning brightly, and Dixon was adding firewood to it. The farm was at a high altitude. Although it hadn't snowed yet, the temperature outdoors at night was close to 0 degrees.
There was a large table in the middle of the room, on which were two loaded portable missile launchers. Now they were waiting for the mysterious middleman who liked to use the abbreviation "AM" to come to the door for "transactions".
Negley fiddled with the launcher curiously, and when he saw that the time was almost up, he walked to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain and looked outside.
In the distance, there were faint flashes of car lights, and a semi-trailer truck towing a container was heading towards the farm.
"They're here." After saying that, she quickly lowered the curtains, checked the guns, and walked to the back.
"This saves us a lot of trouble. They actually came with missiles." Jack walked to the door, leaned against the door and loaded the bullets. He looked back at Reacher, who was still murderous, and sighed.
"Please, whether you plan to throw him off the plane or shoot him into a sieve, at least let me find out the identity of the buyer behind him first."
"Got it." Reacher replied in a muffled voice, and I don't know if he heard it.
Through the thin curtain, you can see that the truck stopped not far away, and a man in a short windbreaker jumped out of the truck, holding a large suitcase in his hand.
The strange thing is that this guy walked in a somewhat embarrassed manner, limping, and looking behind him from time to time.
Then the passenger door of the truck was opened, and a slender figure landed lightly. Although it was not clear through the curtain, it was clearly a woman from the figure.
"'AM' is actually a woman?" Dixon, who walked to the window and observed the outside through the curtain, exclaimed.
"She is still a very beautiful woman, very sexy." O'Donnell approached secretly and lifted the curtain to take a look, and then was elbowed by Dixon.
The man in the windbreaker stumbled to the door with the suitcase, looked back at the woman behind him, took a deep breath, and raised his hand to knock twice.
Reacher opened the door and pointed the gun at his forehead in front of his horrified eyes. At the same time, Nigley, who had come out of the back door in advance, had walked around the side and came to the porch, pointing the MDX508 at the woman standing behind the man in the windbreaker.
"Nigley, don't shoot!" Jack, who was following behind, walked out of the door and saw the woman behind the man in the windbreaker clearly because he was blocked by the big guy's figure. He exclaimed in surprise.
"Jack, did you miss me?" The woman ignored the gun that Nigley was aiming at her, winked at Jack playfully, and came up to hug him and gave him a French kiss.