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Chapter 1207 Trip to Chinatown

Since leaving Paris, Bald Frank has returned to his home in Cleveland, Ohio, and continues to live a semi-secluded life.

The reason for adding a half word, of course, is because Jack knows that this guy is still secretly keeping an eye on himself and Cassel through certain channels.

In the previous battle with big guy Reacher and his 110 Special Investigation Team in New York, Frank Moses had returned a favor to Jack through former FSB female agent Anna and delivered an international arms dealer to him.

So Jack was not very surprised by the appearance of the bald guy just now. He thought that the retired old agent finally couldn't sit still and was going to help his stupid son.

Unexpectedly, this time the plot of "Red" was directly opened. Frank's house in Cleveland was broken into in the middle of the night and turned into ruins after a big battle.

After killing all the invaders and realizing that the attack might be related to his former CIA identity, he immediately rushed to the home of Sarah Ross, the old girl who was the only one related to his current identity, and took her away by force.

As the saying goes, when something is unusual, there must be something wrong. If Jack remembered correctly, in the original drama, Frank's lair was raided a few days before Christmas, and it is not August yet.

Although he couldn't figure out the connection between Frank's attack and their current situation for the time being, the fact that they happened to collide with each other so coincidentally inevitably caused him to make some associations.

"So, this is why you came to New York and asked me if I was familiar with Chinatown?" Jack took the information handed to him by Frank and flipped through it briefly.

This is information about a team of assassins from South Africa, the same group that broke into Frank's house and was wiped out by him.

The above-mentioned killer team was also suspected of murdering a New York Times reporter named Stephanie Chen, whose mother lived in New York's Chinatown.

Jack wrote down the address and took Frank to the door of the room where the killer was imprisoned. "I'll take care of the Chinatown matter. You can interrogate the guy inside. Don't kill him."

The bald man glanced at the gunman who was handcuffed on the interrogation table and nodded expressionlessly, "I need a roll of wire."

Jack pointed to the tool room in the basement garage. "You can find any tools you need there. Also, the circuit in this room is separate and there is no protection against electric shock."

Jack returned to the first floor with Castle, who was a little frightened because he knew what was going to happen here. Jack called Danny and was about to go out with him, but was stopped by Sarah Ross, who was brought by Frank.

"Can I go home now?"

This older sister had a pair of beautiful big eyes that were different from ordinary people. The look she gave Jack was clear and bright, which was totally inconsistent with her age.

"You are the FBI, right? These are the NYPD, so you can definitely help Frank solve the problem. What happens next has nothing to do with me, right?"

"Uh, I'm sorry, Ms. Ross, I think it's safest for you to follow us or Frank now, at least until we find out the identity of the person who is chasing you. I think so."

Jack was not surprised that she could guess that he was from the FBI. This was the base of the wanted criminals team, and the FBI logo was posted everywhere on the wall.

At this moment in the room, including Beckett, Danny and the Jokers were all wearing the NYPD uniforms they wore when attending the funeral. Apart from Cassel's identity as a writer, he was the only one wearing the black suit commonly seen among federal agents.

Perhaps it was precisely because those present were either police officers or federal agents that the other party developed a full sense of security and the unrealistic fantasies that followed.

Jack knew that she was just an ordinary woman before, an ordinary little woman who sat in the office all day, holding various spy novels, having some strange daydreams, imagining that one day she would meet her beloved prince charming and take her to experience a different and exciting life.

Fortunately, he didn't need to appease the other party. After handing this task to Cassel, Jack arranged for the duo to return the hearse to the funeral company and pick up Kevin's wife.

As for Cassel's mother and daughter Alexis, they were already packing up at home. Jack would bring them back after visiting Chinatown.

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Jack didn't brag to Frank. He was indeed very familiar with New York's Chinatown. The Chinese kitchen knives, ironwood chopping boards and various condiments he used in his kitchen, such as cinnamon, star anise and thirteen spices, were all picked up here bit by bit.

Similarly, some vegetable market vendors, grocery store owners, Cantonese restaurant delicatessen waiters and even several hotel chefs in Chinatown were quite impressed by this young, handsome, white-skinned foreigner who spoke fluent Chinese and was generous.

Along the way, Jack greeted the elderly men and women who were enthusiastically trying to sell him fresh vegetables in various dialects, including Cantonese and Sichuanese. Under Danny's strange gaze, he arrived in front of a Chinese medicine shop and looked at the address on the note in his hand. "This is it."

Inside the store sat a plump but sad-looking Chinese middle-aged woman who was silently shedding tears. On the counter was a waving lucky cat. But behind her, where the altar for the God of Wealth should have been, there were now white candles and a photo of a young girl.

"Mrs. Chen, long time no see." Upon hearing Jack's voice, the old lady who had been keeping her head down finally raised her head and subconsciously wiped the red and swollen corners of her eyes with an embroidered handkerchief.

"Ah, hello, Mr. Jack, long time no see. What would you like to buy this time? We have newly arrived American ginseng in the store."

"Just call me Jack." Jack greeted Mrs. Chen and introduced Danny who was traveling with him to her. "This is Detective Danny Reagan from the NYPD. He wants to ask you about your daughter's case."

Just these words made Mrs. Chen burst into tears, "My poor daughter, wuwuwu."

It took a long time to calm her down. Jack also switched back to English so that Danny could understand. After explaining his purpose, he held the other's arm and sat down.

"Mrs. Chen, Detective Reagan is a very capable detective. You can rest assured to tell him if there is any situation. He will definitely find out the truth for you."

Mrs. Chen speaks fluent English without an accent. She must be a second-generation immigrant. "My daughter's death was so unjust."

She looked quite angry as she spoke, "The police said it was a burglary, but there was nothing valuable stolen from her house."

"It's because I found some problems with this case when I was looking through the case files that I wanted to find you for more information. Jack is my friend, so you can tell me anything you want to know. We should be able to help." Danny cooperated.