The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

Chapter 172 Secret Cell

Everyone looked at each other, but Lei Che's tone became more relaxed and he said to Finley.

"Since the mastermind behind the scenes controlled Morrison before, they will only let one of their own take the position of director. In theory, you, the detective, should take over, but it is obvious that you are not with them, Ti. Le is the one.”

"Thank you, your trust means more to me than anything else." Finlay nodded, his words were both sarcastic and self-deprecating, causing Reacher to grin slightly, revealing a subtle smile. , the little bit of trouble between the two people is probably the end of the story.

"I want to call my friends in the FBI. I can't let these guys control the next investigation." Finlay said and was about to pick up the phone, but was immediately stopped by Jack.

"Have you forgotten what I'm here for?"

Then, Jack first introduced his true identity to Rosko, the only uninformed person at the scene, and then told the story of what happened to Hannah's family more than ten years ago, including how the Kleiner family used their gang connections to try to attack Zoe. of the past.

"...They even want to take action against my... ahem, the chief of our police station. So, you should understand by now what a brutal criminal group the Kleiner Foundation is, right?"

"Wait, are you really only 22 years old? You were just a patrol officer in the LAPD before. You only worked for less than a year before you were recruited by the FBI?"

Roscoe asked in disbelief. Although she had long suspected Jack's identity, especially when she saw him at such a bloody murder scene before, conducting on-site investigation with the same expression as Reacher, she became even more determined. speculation.

But after hearing him introduce his identity, it was still a bit unbelievable, not only for his resume, but also for his age.

"That's not the point." Jack waved his hand humbly, looked at the three of them one by one, and started telling the story from the beginning.

"After the Congressman behind the Kleiner Foundation fell, we decided to take action. A week ago, two of my friends came here in advance. After they rescued a suspected federal agent, I rushed to the scene and eliminated Evidence that they were present.”

Finley couldn't help but turn dark when he heard this. Although he had been slapped in the face more than once today, he couldn't help but roll his eyes when he learned that his initial investigation idea had been misled.

"Everyone here is obviously aware of what happened next. So, first of all, Rachel, remember you said yesterday that you would give me a reply today."

Seeing that Rachel was about to speak, Jack interrupted first and continued, "Actually, this reply is not important anymore. I remember Finlay said when he asked you, you have a brother, and you know what his current job is. ?"

"I don't know. We haven't contacted each other for a long time since I quit the army and started living like this. What do you mean by this?"

Reacher had an ominous premonition in his heart, and looked at Jack with a confused look.

"The call just now came from my girlfriend Hannah. She told me that the federal agent who was rescued had woken up. He admitted that he was affiliated with the Secret Service and his full name was Joey Reacher. I was thinking, In this remote town, what are the chances of meeting two outsiders with the same surname?"

Jack stood up suddenly and nimbly avoided Reacher's big hand grabbing his shoulder, "Don't get excited, his life is no longer in danger."

"Where is he? Take me to see him immediately." Reacher's impulse lasted only a moment and he calmed down immediately.

"He is still very weak, but his life is not in danger. Believe me, he is safe now under the protection of my friends. We need to plan how we can allow you to visit the hospital safely." Jack comforted.

Lei Che's expressionless face was now clouded, and the anger in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

"I need a gun right now, really."

Jack thought he was mad, so he pointed to his waist, where the Glock he had given him before was inserted, "What is this? A fire stick?"

Reacher pulled out the Glock from his waist and put it on the table. "It's not a small toy used by the police. I need a big one like the one you have."

Jack's eyes twitched, thinking he was interested in his FK7.5, "I'm sorry, this gun is too special to me and I can't give it to you."

"Do you want a gun? Wait." Rosko stood up and entered the house, and quickly came back holding a heavy wooden box.

"My adoptive father Gray gave it to me a few years ago and he said he wanted to pass it on to his family and I was the only family he had."

Rosko opened the wooden box, and inside was a silver-white Desert Eagle and two loaded steel magazines.

A satisfied smile appeared on Reacher's face, "This gun is quite suitable."

"Everyone around knows that I have this gun, so be careful. You'd better use it where it should be used." Rosko took out the silver sand eagle from the wooden box and handed it to Reacher.

"I will take good care of it." Rachel said, staring into her eyes, his eyes softening.

Then he deftly disassembled the Sand Eagle, carefully inspected it inside and out, finally inserted the magazine and fired directly at the tree stump on the side.

The bang startled Rosko, who had not yet reacted. "Are you kidding me? I told you to be careful with this gun."

"Never trust a weapon you haven't tried firing yourself," Reacher said, turning on the safety and stuffing the gun into his waist.

Jack on the side became interested in the wooden box containing the gun. He remembered that in the original plot, Rosko's adoptive father seemed to have hidden something in the box.

Finley saw him carefully looking at the wooden box inside and out, and asked with great confusion: "What are you looking for? This is just an empty wooden box."

"Not necessarily. When I was studying carpentry in my spare time, I seemed to have seen a wooden box of a similar style. This thing looks a bit old. This kind of antique style usually has some hidden compartments."

While inspecting it carefully, Jack asked Rosko, "Are you right that your adoptive father committed suicide? When did he give you this wooden box?"

Rosko frowned and recalled, "It was almost a year before he died. What happened?"

Lei Che also frowned when he heard this, "Something's wrong. Usually, suicides entrust their most precious things to others before committing suicide, rather than a full year ago."

"Found it!" Jack pressed a position on the wooden box disguised as a latch. With a snap, a small hidden compartment popped out, and a key fell out.

"Fake." Roscoe said a curse word upon seeing this.

"Watch your words." Finlay answered habitually.

Today, the optical cable in the community was cut by Shabi. This chapter was delayed by one hour. Sorry.

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