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Chapter 177 God arranged it

"Don't move, police." An old roar came, and two figures, one tall and one short, stepped down from the old-fashioned crown, holding guns in both hands and pointing at the armed thugs who were knocked dazed in the Mercedes-Benz.

"Oh my God! Why are you here?" Jack quickly got out of the car and ran forward. He first dragged the two people out of the Mercedes like dead dogs, and tied them up with plastic ties with his backhand. He thought of someone from the police station before. In that scene, two more were added.

Then he put away the gun and looked at the two old men next to the old Crown car, "Rick, Didi, why are you here."

"God arranged it." Detective Hunter grinned, and the familiar lines almost made Jack cry on the spot.

"Is this the reinforcement you are talking about?" Lei Che, who was following closely, saw two gray-haired old men with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Are you the big guy they say? You're not that tall."

Rick straightened his face and tried to straighten his slightly stooped back. He was nearly two meters tall in his prime, but now he still looked taller than Reacher.

I don't know if it was the wonderful car crash just now that made him regain the grace he had in his police detective career. At this moment, Detective Hunter's face was glowing and he was in high spirits, which gradually overlapped with the familiar image in Jack's memory.

"After so many years, I didn't expect that your driving skills, as an old guy, have not deteriorated at all."

Didi beside him put away her silver-gray stainless steel gun body Walter PPK/S, restored her image as a kind old lady, and took the initiative to reach out and hug Jack.

"Little Jack, it's nice to see you. We came here with the Anderson children."

Jack's body stiffened. Could it be that Zoe is here too?

While talking, Zoe appeared on the side of the road with an AR-15 on her shoulder, a black tights with uneven texture, and a black ski hat.

Braxton, who appeared behind her, was holding a reflective warning sign and running in the direction of oncoming traffic to prevent anyone from straying into the road where the car accident occurred.

Jack resisted the urge to hug her into his arms, and nodded awkwardly but politely, "Superintendent, uh, Zoe, long time no see."

As a woman, Zoe's acting skills were much better than his at the moment, and she smiled naturally, "My parents don't trust you and Hannah, so I'm here to help."

A former police superintendent who was busy running for city council left all the work at hand and came from the west coast to the east coast to help. Jack didn't know how to explain it except for the deep love between sisters.

The Hunters did not notice the awkward atmosphere between the two. Perhaps in their minds, Jack and Hannah were the perfect couple. The old detective directed a few people and quickly cleared the road.

Jack and Reacher worked very hard to get down the body from the big tree on the roadside. This was the unlucky guy who just flew higher than the Leopard 2 turret.

"Is that your ex-girlfriend? There was something wrong with your expression just now."

Reacher sent out a test intentionally or unintentionally.

"It's okay, she is my former boss and my girlfriend's cousin." Jack had regained his composure and replied calmly.

"It's so dark, what kind of expression can you see? You'll see my girlfriend soon."

Just as he was talking, two lights came on, and the Bentley that had just turned onto the path drove back and stopped on the side of the road.

The car door opened, and Hannah, who was wearing the same black tights as Zoe and carrying Braxton's Barrett M82A1M on her back, jumped out, completely ignoring the miserable corpses on the ground, and jumped directly into Jack's arms, two big Her long legs clamped tightly around his waist and she kissed him violently.

"Thanks to the Joey Reacher you saved. He said he investigated the death of my parents and found the murderer of the EPA investigator. His nickname was 'Viking'."

"Cough" seemed to feel some kind of hot gaze from behind, Jack patted Hannah's back and motioned for her to come down.

"You have to thank the Wolf brothers for saving Joey Reacher with all their might."

Jack suddenly had a sense of reality. The two brothers Wolfe and Reacher had similar scripts. They both joined the army when they were young. They had a deep relationship and had been out of touch for many years. Was it because the screenwriter was lazy?

"You're the Jack Reacher, I've heard of you."

Zoe, who retracted her gaze, stretched out her hand to Rachel beside her.

"My name is Zoe Anderson. I once worked in DCIS (Defense Criminal Investigative Service). The 'Army Military Police Unit 110 Special Investigation Team' you led is very famous. In less than 5 years, it has closed more than 150 cases, all of which are The prosecution was successful and more than 20 fugitives were arrested.”

"Are you that Anderson? I've heard of you too. I always thought you were a man." Reacher's tone couldn't hide the surprise.

Zoe smiled and was about to speak. Old Hunter, who had already driven the Crown and pushed the wreckage of the Mercedes-Benz that had turned sideways to the side of the road, patted the car door and greeted everyone.

"Boys and girls, it's time to go. Now go back and we can still catch up on tonight's episode of The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon. Diddy barely missed an episode."

Hannah and Zoe logically got into Jack's Aston Martin, which drove at the end. In front of them was Reacher's Jaguar. In the back seat of his car were two prisoners bundled into rice dumplings.

"Um, are those corpses and vehicle wreckage piled on the roadside okay?"

The sight of two sisters wearing identical black tights in the back seat of the car made Jack feel itchy. He had to wear a cat-ear headband and a mask to cover his eyes. It was not as good as Anne Hathaway's Catwoman look. More concessions, and a double impact.

Coupled with the fact that each of the two men had a big gun in their arms, the impact was four times the impact, which was already lethal.

Hearing that this guy had nothing to say, Hannah pouted and pretended to be unhappy after getting in the car. She snorted, "People from the Atlanta FBI office will arrive in ten minutes with the Georgia Highway Patrol. They are responsible for the aftermath.”

Jack, who really had nothing to say, was really worried now. He had the impression that there seemed to be a mole in the local FBI office, an old friend of Finlay's, the 'Viking' that Hannah just mentioned. Man's partner.

But then I thought about it, the plan was to alert the snake anyway. If the traitor really wanted to tip off the enemy, it would be a good thing. I could just find a reason to fish him out later.

Now he couldn't find anything to say. He laughed dryly a few times and talked about a few interesting things about the past two days, mainly the embarrassing things about Finlay and Reacher.

However, there was still no response from behind, and he felt increasingly nervous, feeling that he might not be able to survive this Shura field tonight.

The rest of the ride was quiet, with almost no other vehicles in sight after passing an oncoming convoy of police cars.

An hour later, the convoy, consisting of three luxury cars and an old-fashioned Crown, arrived at Grady Memorial Hospital.

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