Chapter 970: Useful but not so useful

Chapter 970: Useful but not so useful

"Anna? Why are you here?" Jack hurriedly pulled someone's two amazingly long legs off his waist.

Not only did her tactical vest have bulletproof plates inserted into it, it was also stuffed with magazines and shock bombs, and there were quite a few bits and pieces. The girl just packed them up without feeling panicked at all.

This hairy girl looks a lot more beautiful, and there are still some subtle scars on her temples that have not completely faded away. I don’t know where she had micro plastic surgery, and the effect is quite good.

The most important thing is that my figure has plumped up a lot, and the two soft lumps don't look like artificial products. They seem to be simply because I have gained weight.

"Someone said you might need help, so I reluctantly said goodbye to the warm sunshine and beaches of Hainan and came to New York, a damn cold place to flatter my future boss."

Anna hugged Jack's arm and refused to let go, her whole body wanted to be pressed against his body.

"Have you seriously considered my proposal?" Jack felt the beautiful touch coming from his arm, and his heart was inevitably a little anxious. Didn't he just go through a big battle?

"I've spent all my money. If I don't want to starve to death, I have to work for some evil boss. I just hope he won't exploit me too much."

Anna fluttered her long and curled eyelashes and pretended to be pitiful. It felt like this hairy girl's personality seemed to be much more lively after she was reborn, and her true nature was revealed.

"Frank contacted you?" Jack asked softly in her ear.

"He found this middleman. After interrogation, he handed him over to me and asked me to bring him to see you." Anna also whispered in Jack's ear, her moist lips even touching his earlobe.

Someone took a breath of air and used a lot of willpower to push the chick away. Then, despite the good looks of everyone, as if nothing happened just now, he faced Reacher with a straight face. Nod.

"This is Anna, a friend of mine who was previously entrusted by me to help find the whereabouts of 'AM'."

Everyone looked like we're just going to listen to your nonsense, but now was not the time to take a closer look, so they turned around and escorted the man in the trench coat into the house.

With a clang, the man in the trench coat threw the big suitcase on the ground when he entered the room, knelt on the ground and raised his right hand obediently, "There must be some misunderstanding here, I don't know any of you."

"What's wrong with your hand?" Reacher pointed at his bloody, drooping left hand with the muzzle of the gun.

The man in the trench coat looks a bit handsome. He is not tall but has a well-proportioned figure. He even has a somewhat elegant temperament. If everyone present did not know his identity as an arms broker, they would probably regard him as a successful businessman. Doctors and even academic professors.

"Someone wanted to ask me who the real buyer of these missiles was. I told him that it would ruin my reputation and business." The man in the trench coat rolled up a sleeve with difficulty, and there was a thick bandage wrapped around it. , but now it was completely stained red with blood.

"Then he peeled off a whole section of skin from my left arm."

"Hey, this sounds painful." O'Donnell said this, but his expression was one of gloating, "Then you said it?"

"He did it without even asking me a second time." The man in the trench coat even looked a little sad. "After I confessed, he gave me a shot and asked me to follow the lady to the trading location as originally planned. ”

He pointed to the big suitcase on the ground, "I humbly beg you to let me go. I need to go to the hospital immediately. The effectiveness of the anesthetic has begun to weaken.

There are 65 million US dollars in bearer bonds there, which are all yours. I just hope you can let me go. "

"You killed our friends." Reacher put his hand on the table, next to the two loaded "Little Wings" anti-aircraft missiles. "You killed them just for these things."

Seeing O'Donnell take out the glass jar containing Swann's eyeballs and fingers from the first aid kit and put them on the table together with the missiles and chips, the man in the trench coat shivered in fright and took several steps back with his knees in fear.

"I understand how you feel, but it wasn't me. I haven't met your friends, and I don't even know them."

Reacher pointed the gun in his hand at him, "But we know you, and you obviously know the whole thing very well. Langston should have told you, right? About how he solved those troubles among you."

"Arrest me, please, hand me over to the police." Realizing that the situation was not good, the man in the trench coat wanted to lie down on the ground and beg.

"None of these things have anything to do with me. I'm just a middleman. These are all business and have nothing to do with it."

Hearing these very familiar words, Jack licked his ears speechlessly, "Rachel, it's almost dawn, don't let our guests wait in the barn for too long."

"Bang!" There was a gunshot, and a plume of smoke came out of Reacher's pistol, followed by gunshots one after another. Dixon, O'Donnell and Niggly all pulled the trigger.

Jack lifted a box on the table. Inside were 648 chips equipped with "Little Wings" software. The remaining two engineers had already installed them in the two launchers.

The loading of anti-aircraft missiles is much more complicated than that of rocket launchers, but installing the chip is simple. As Marlo Burns, the operations director of New Era Technology, said, ordinary people can learn it after watching it twice.

Reacher walked to the body and picked up the large suitcase worth 6,500 US dollars. He opened it and looked at it. He nodded to Jack and walked out of the house first.

Behind him, Dixon and Negley each carried an anti-aircraft missile launcher. O'Donnell stuffed the glass jar into his arms, took a few cans of beer from the refrigerator and stuffed them into his coat pocket, and was the last one to walk out of the house.

When everyone arrived in front of the barn, the female ranger had already come out to greet them, still smiling, "From the sound of the gunshots, we shouldn't have to worry about anyone."

Before she finished speaking, her suspicious eyes fell on Anna, who was following Jack closely.

"This is also the private detective I called to help." Jack continued to talk nonsense.

The female ranger raised a sneer at the corner of her mouth, "Then there are only the last two people left. What are you going to do with them?"

She opened the barn door, and the helicopter pilot and the "New Age Technology" engineer were kneeling inside. They were shivering with guns pointed at their heads by the other two bodyguards. It was unknown whether they were frozen or scared, or perhaps both.

"Hey, guys, I didn't kill anyone, and I have nothing to do with those missiles. I'm just a helicopter pilot, doing my job."

The pilot begged for mercy as soon as he saw Reacher, who was still murderous.

The big guy didn't say anything, and didn't want to say anything. Franz, Sanchez and Orozco were all thrown off the helicopter by Lanston. The pilot said that this had nothing to do with him?

"What about you?" Jack asked the bald engineer kneeling beside him with a smile.

The engineer's eyes flickered, "I was just asked to teach the other party how to install the chip. I don't know who the buyer of these weapons is or what they will be used for. Please, I was wrong, but I'm just an engineer who follows orders."

"Leave here, both of you together." Reacher pointed expressionlessly at the "Super Puma" helicopter in the distance.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you!"

The two hurriedly got up and ran out of the barn and ran towards the helicopter. The two bodyguards who were originally standing behind them looked at each other and looked at the female ranger together.

The female ranger tilted her head to Negley and Dixon, who were carrying portable anti-aircraft missiles, and signaled them to continue watching the show.

The special investigators drank beer leisurely and watched the helicopter take off. Jack coughed and reminded, "That's enough. It's probably too far to hit."

"Got it." Negley helped Dixon complete the pre-launch preparations, carried his launcher, and the two walked out of the barn together, and the others followed.

At this time, snowflakes began to fall from the sky. Anna wrapped her coat tighter, hugged Jack's arm again, and muttered, "I hate snow. My parents had a car accident on a snowy night."

Jack, who had tried to pull his arm out, froze when he heard this, sighed and gave up struggling.

"Fire in the hole!" The two ladies said in unison and pressed the trigger hard.

Two lines of fire shot up into the sky, one in front and one behind, flying towards the helicopter less than 500 meters away.

"I bet the helicopter will leave safely with this last can of beer." O'Donnell crushed the can in his hand and took out the last can of beer from his pocket.

"Who knows, maybe it will be useful." Before Jack finished speaking, two lines of fire passed by the helicopter.

"No hurry, wait and see." Reacher raised his eyebrows slightly, watching the two lines of fire draw two beautiful arcs in the air, and actually turned around and flew towards the helicopter again.

"Wow, it looks like this thing is real." Before O'Donnell finished speaking, he saw one of the missiles put a small firework in the air with a puff, and it flashed and disappeared.

Just when everyone felt quite regretful, another missile hit the tail of the "Super Puma" directly, without exploding, but smashing the entire tail rotor directly.

Seeing the helicopter emitting a puff of black smoke, spinning and falling to the ground and burning into a pile of scrap metal, everyone's expressions were indescribable. However, before anyone could express their opinions, the sound of bullets being loaded was heard behind them.