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Chapter 179 Arrangements are in order

Rosko spoke very quickly, "My adoptive father, Gray Conklin, was Margrave's former police chief. He must have noticed something was wrong and conducted a private investigation."

"I remember he mentioned to me that the water and livestock feed consumption in the Kleiner family ranch was enough for tens of thousands of livestock, but in fact they only raised less than 200 cows."

Her face turned a little gloomy when she said this, "I didn't pay attention to what he said at all at that time. If"

Jack Reacher comforted her, "Gray is obviously aware of the danger. He has protected you very well. You shouldn't blame yourself."

"Livestock feed?" An idea flashed in Jack's mind, and he took out his phone and Googled it.

"There is a kind of livestock feed that adds a lot of diatomaceous earth to promote digestion of livestock, but diatomaceous earth is also an absorbent coagulant."

Both Jacks said in unison, "They use livestock feed to filter the waste from the sewage and then fill it into the ground of the pasture."

"Okay, now that the clues are clear, let's start the division of labor and cooperation."

Jack gave a high-five, motioning for everyone to look at him, and then began to assign tasks.

"First of all, it's Joey's colleague. We need someone to ensure her safety. In view of Joey's accident, it's hard to say whether there is any problem within the Secret Service. I suggest that she immediately notify her to change her flight and change the airport to Florida. Two of us will pick her up."

As he spoke, his eyes glanced at a certain man and woman standing beside each other, "Chris, can you get off the ground?"

The death of Joey's female colleague in the original plot was simply a plot kill. A dignified Secret Service agent, even an administrative officer, had no sense of vigilance at all, and was stalked and assassinated.

Chris was only shot in the leg and his brain was fine. At worst, he could just sit in a wheelchair and let Dana push him.

There was nothing Jack could do. There was currently a shortage of manpower, mainly because there were not many trustworthy people, so he could only keep minor injuries out of the line of fire.

"No problem, just leave it to me and Dana. Ray Jin will arrive with someone tomorrow, just in time to hand over the information."

Chris nodded eagerly. Falling in love for the first time, he had already begun to dislike Braxton being an eyesore. Even if it was just a simple task of picking up someone, it was a rare world for two people.

"Rosko and Big Jack will rush back to the barber shop in Margrave Town tomorrow to retrieve the information left by Director Gray. After returning, they will meet up with Dana and Chris to sort out and analyze the information from both parties."

The two said no problem.

"Zoe, use your connections to check on the 'Viking'. We need to know how many helpers Kleiner has available outside. In addition, we will work with Charlie to check on the whereabouts of Paul Heborg. He is the only one who has entered Someone from the Kleiner family's lair, we need him for the final move."

Zoe nodded to express receipt.

"As for Hannah and I, we will go find Finley tomorrow to check on the driver who was killed, and lay a bait by the way. Kleiner must want to clean up the traces and leave Georgia just like he did ten years ago."

After listening to Jack’s arrangements, Joey reminded, “They must do something big before they leave, otherwise the Venezuelans who are short of money will not let them go. I estimate they have at least 2 billion or more piled in their warehouses. Counterfeit banknotes.”

Jack thought for a moment and asked, "Is there any way to get the Coast Guard to relax their patrol density so that they feel they have an opportunity?"

A bitter smile appeared on Joey's face, "You think too highly of those Congressmen. The funding allocation was spent last month, and there will be no further allocations. Otherwise, I wouldn't be in such a hurry to come here, and the result would be It’s like this.”

It was a coincidence. I believed that Kleiner would not miss this good news. Jack was speechless.

Just after the discussion here, Braxton, who had just gone to deal with the two prisoners, just pushed the door open and entered.

"I rented a warehouse in the suburbs with cash and temporarily locked up people there. They are all retired soldiers from several South American countries and work for a drug trafficking group in Venezuela. There are more than 30 people here, all in Hidden in that ranch at the Kleiner Foundation.”

"Are they the ones who committed the murder of Director Morrison and his wife and broke into my house?" Roscoe asked with a frown.

Braxton nodded, "According to them, little Kleiner and his cousin Dawson did it. The Venezuelans sent two helpers, the two who died in the first Mercedes-Benz. For this reason, Gram Reiner and his son even had a big fight."

"It was little Kleiner who shot at us under the overpass that day. I must kill this bastard with my own hands."

Braxton touched the bandaged wound on his shoulder with a murderous look on his face.

Rosko was not familiar with him, so she didn't argue about anything. She just looked at Jack Reacher as if asking for help. The other person nodded slightly, indicating that he understood her thoughts.

Leaving Braxton to continue working as a bodyguard in the ward, the group left the hospital and went to the hotel where the Hunters stayed.

Everyone went to their own rooms to rest, and Jack sent Charlie Heborg to the Hunters' room alone.

Hannah booked them a luxurious suite with two bedrooms and a living room. When they arrived, the two little girls of the Heborg family were already sleeping in the inner room, and old Hunter was watching TV outside, with Didi beside him. A sweater is knitted next to it.

"Thank you." Charlie thanked the two elderly people after entering the bedroom to check on their two daughters.

Didi put aside Walter PPK/S, whose knees were blocked by the half-knitted sweater, stood up and hugged Charlie, smiling kindly.

"You are so kind. These two cute little angels are very well-behaved and really enviable."

Charlie held back tears and thanked her softly again.

Jack comforted her and said, "The Hunters are legends of our LAPD. You can rest assured to live here. When we find Paul, we will send him over to reunite with you."

Turning around, he saw Old Hunter winking at him, and Jack and him came to the corner by the window.

Old Hunter looked serious and whispered, "The Anderson girl told us everything before she came. I know times have changed, so I can't give you any advice."

Jack smiled and added, "But this country has not changed much, and the experiences you told me still benefited me a lot."

Old Hunter sighed, "The law cannot replace justice, but I hope you know that there are us old guys behind you. As long as you don't, we will try our best to help you."

"Thank you, Uncle Hunter." After listening to Old Hunter's instructions, Jack's gratitude came from the bottom of his heart. Although the adult world only has interests, things are not so absolute. He has long passed the age of black and white. .

At least he can now be sure that in this world, apart from a few beauties, there are also these old people who really care about him.

After saying goodbye to the two old men, Jack came to Hannah's room door and knocked on it, putting on a tired face. Although half of it was pretending, half of it was true.

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