Chapter 971: Jack leaves no room for error
"Are you serious?" Reacher turned to look at the three bodyguards who were pointing guns at their people, with more regret than surprise on his face.
The female ranger still had a smile on her face, but the muzzle of the gun was pointed steadily at Jack, "I'm sorry, but Congressman Lavoie made it clear that no one can know what happened. We can't take the risk of trusting you."
"Is this the 'chance' you want to give? FBI boy, it seems that Mr. Congressman didn't catch it." O'Donnell remembered what Jack said before.
"What FBI? Are you an FBI agent?" The female ranger and her two teammates exchanged glances, and they all saw panic in each other's eyes.
"FBI Supervisory Agent, Jack Tavoler." Jack took out his ID from the small pocket of his tactical vest and opened it to show them.
"I'm also sorry for lying to you. You may have to kill a lot of people this time. Those who were at the scene before were not mercenaries, but my colleagues in the wanted criminal team.
There was also NYPD detective Danny Reagan at the scene. He is the eldest son of Commissioner Frank Reagan.
In addition, the key witness in this case, Marlo Burns, the operations director of New Age Technology, and her daughter are currently under the personal protection of Commissioner Reagan.
Also, have you forgotten that Reacher has a brother in the Secret Service, so DHS has been involved for a long time."
Jack raised his wrist and looked at the time, "Their SRT team should be here now."
As if to confirm his statement, the sirens sounded from a distance at the right time, and soon seven or eight Subaru vehicles drove into the farm with police lights on and surrounded the barn.
"Kneel down!"
"Let me see your hands!"
The three bodyguards put down their weapons dejectedly, knelt on the ground obediently, and held their heads with their hands unwillingly.
"You came just in time." The big guy saw another big guy getting out of the car slowly, frowned and complained.
"Aren't the police and government departments supposed to appear last in the movie?" Joey Reacher patted his brother's shoulder and said to Jack with a smile.
"Ms. Moger and David Rossi are now leading a tactical team outside Lavoie's office on standby."
Jack walked up to the female Ranger and stretched out his right hand in her puzzled eyes, "I'll give you a chance to become a tainted witness. Of course, you can also choose to stay in a federal high-level prison for the rest of your life."
The female Ranger hesitated for a while, glanced at the other two bodyguards, and finally took out her mobile phone resignedly, dialed Lavoie's number and handed it directly to Jack.
Jack didn't answer, but tilted his head slightly to Reacher, indicating that this opportunity to show off was left to him.
Reacher took the phone and turned on the speakerphone. Lavoie's voice came from it, "Is it done?"
"Almost." Reacher replied in a light tone, "There is only one problem left to be solved. I think this is the so-called 'win-win'? I win twice."
Before Lavoie could answer, his office door was kicked open, and the bigwigs of the FBI and DHS rushed in with the tactical team.
"Kneel down!"
"You are arrested!"
Listening to the voice from the phone, the faces of the three bodyguards were extremely ugly. Reacher returned the phone to the female Ranger and comforted her, "Agent Tavoler is a good guy. Believe me, you made an extremely correct choice."
"Just good?" Jack was quite unhappy. After the Hellcat was finished, his Firebird also needed an overhaul, but this bastard gave him a good evaluation?
Seeing that several people were talking nonsense while carrying things and walking out, Joey quickly reminded them, "Wait, did you forget something?"
"Aha, I almost forgot." Jack handed him the box in his hand, "648 chips, all in it, we just used two, I believe you can see the effect."
Joey took the box with a helpless look on his face, "I'm talking about money."
"What money?" The big guy carrying a big suitcase containing bearer bonds worth 65 million US dollars replied confidently.
"Assholes!" Joey's eyes were wide open, watching a group of people swaggeringly get on the Subaru he drove.
"Aren't you going back with us?" The special investigators got on the "borrowed" Subaru, and Reacher looked at Jack and Anna who stayed there with some surprise.
"Like Lanston and Lavoie, I am also a person who likes to leave no trace, so there is one more thing I need to do."
Jack sighed, feeling his hard life, "You go back and wait for me first, oh, by the way, don't sneak away before the door lock of your room is fixed."
"You obviously broke it yourself." Reacher still retorted unhappily.
"That's because I'm worried about you getting into trouble."
Before the two of them finished arguing, a black-painted Black Hawk helicopter had already flown over their heads and slowly landed on the open space of the farm. Clara opened the cabin door and waved over here.
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Long Island MacArthur Airport is a small civil airport located in the town of Islip on Long Island. A small Cessna private plane was being slowly pulled into a hangar by a trailer.
The lights in the hangar were dim, and a group of Asians were respectfully bowing to a thin man with half-long hair and a mustache that almost covered his eyes with bangs.
The man with a mustache had fierce eyes and was wearing a long black trench coat. He nodded slightly to his men who came to greet him, then walked straight towards a black Audi R8 supercar.
"FBI! Don't move!"
"FBI! Get down on your knees!"
"Let me see your hands!"
The hangar suddenly lost power and fell into darkness. Amidst the shouts, everyone in the hangar froze in place.
The mustache lowered his head and cursed. A short man pulled out a pistol from behind and pulled the trigger repeatedly in the direction of the sound. His men also pulled out their pistols and shot desperately, trying to cover their boss.
However, this was useless. The SWAT team, armed with assault rifles and wearing night vision goggles, had already sneaked into the hangar. With various shelters, they suppressed the group of Asians who tried to resist at the moment the gunshots rang out.
The mustache was extremely agile. He bent over and rushed to the Audi R8, opened the door and got in. Several bullets landed on the door and splashed a little fire. It was obviously modified with bulletproof steel plates.
The V10 engine roared, but it had to stop just after turning a corner, because the only hangar door it could pass through was blocked by 5 Saabs with flashing red and blue warning lights.
The moment the Saab headlights turned on, the mustache leaned back dejectedly and cursed "Ashiba".
Jack held a Barrett in one hand, walked to the side of the car and gently touched the window glass with the barrel of the gun, "Smecta, your car is nice."