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

Murfreesboro, Arkansas, a small town less than an hour away from Hot Springs, is home to the most coveted place for those who dream of getting rich every day, Crater of Diamonds State Park.

Jack and his friends passed by here a few months ago, and turned to the neighboring Jesseville County to dig a bunch of natural crystals, but he didn't expect to return here so soon.

Looking at the big guy beating someone in the distance, he shook his head speechlessly and chose to continue watching from the sidelines.

Jack Reacher strode towards a Buick sedan, wrapped his right fist with his coat and swung it hard, easily shattering the car window glass, and incidentally catching the old Mexican who was still cursing in the car off guard.

Before the old Mexican could react, a big hand held down his head and slammed it hard against the steering wheel. Then, his right hand holding the gun was pulled out of the car window by Reacher, and placed on the rearview mirror and twisted hard.

The crisp sound of broken bones was accompanied by a scream from the old Mo. The pistol was already in Reacher's hand. He put the gun on the roof of the car, opened the door and punched him several times. Finally, he clamped the man's calf with the door and kicked him.

A large piece of the Buick's door was dented, and Lao Mo's calf was shattered. He fainted from the pain without a sound. When Lei Che looked up, he saw a pair of handcuffs in front of him and was slightly stunned.

Jack picked up the handcuffs with his left hand and handed them to Reacher. He opened the back door of the Buick with his right hand, took out the little boy who was crying loudly in fear, and handed him to the boy's mother who came in panic.

"It's okay, baby."

The woman, with bruises on her face, took the little boy, who was only five or six years old, and cried, "Honey, it's okay, mommy is here."

"What happened? Family kidnapping or carjacking?" Jack raised an eyebrow at Reacher.

"Carjacking." Reacher handcuffed the unconscious old Mexican, removed the magazine from the pistol on the roof and threw it into the car, then pointed to the ATM behind him and said concisely, "She was withdrawing money in front of me, and this scumbag kidnapped her child."

Jack looked at the stack of cash the woman had just taken out and sighed, "Do you know how much it costs to repair a car window glass and door sheet metal in a small place like this?"

Reacher's expression froze. The woman had just taken out a stack of cash, but they were all in 20-dollar denominations. It was estimated to be at most 500 US dollars.

"It will cost at least $200 to replace the window glass alone, $150 to apply the film, and the door sheet metal will be even more expensive."

Jack's words made Reacher's confident smile completely freeze on his face. He stared in amazement as the guy took out a checkbook.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Because my companion's impulsiveness caused your loss, I'm not sure if the insurance company will refuse to pay. If this money is not enough, please contact me."

Jack wrote a check for $500 and handed it to the dazed mother along with his business card, patted Reacher on the shoulder and prepared to leave with him.

"Wait, are you the FBI?" The woman held her son helplessly and looked at the unconscious Mexican robber lying on the ground.

"I guess so, but this is not a federal case and is not within our jurisdiction. You can also report my name to the police. Someone in the Forrest District Court should still remember this name."

Jack waved his hands and didn't want the handcuffs anymore.

"How did you find me?" Reacher withdrew $60 from the ATM and took Jack into a second-hand clothing store across the street.

"I'm the FBI. Isn't it normal to find out your whereabouts?"

Jack looked as if it was a matter of course as he watched Reacher buy a second-hand jacket. His original jacket was stained with the Mexican man's nosebleed and could no longer be used. So he found a fast food restaurant, sat down and explained his purpose.

"Do you still remember the name Calvin Franz?"

Reacher paused for a moment while chewing his sandwich, narrowed his eyes slightly, and after swallowing the food in his mouth, he asked in a deep voice, "Did something happen to him?"

"He disappeared about 10 days ago after leaving home, and his body was found by hikers in the Catskill Mountains three days ago. According to the report issued by the CSI Crime Lab, they suspect Franz was tortured before his death.

The head of the lab used some connections and found out that he had worked for the 110 Special Investigations Team that you led. Then I contacted your brother Joey, and he said that the last time you contacted him, the area code showed in Arkansas.

Jack took out an anonymous cell phone and threw it to him. "Please turn on your phone at least once a week. I need to leave you a message. Do you know how many people I have mobilized to search for the Greyhound bus's onboard surveillance video?"

Reacher grabbed a napkin, borrowed a pen from the waitress, and wrote down a string of numbers on it.

"This is my pension account. Next time you need help, just deposit $1 into it. I can't guarantee that this phone will stay with me for long."

Jack put away the tissue speechlessly, looked at the time and urged, "Please eat quickly, the plane won't wait for us too long."

Reicher was stunned when he heard this, "Can the FBI stop a flight and wait for someone?"

An FBI agent couldn't help but smile smugly, "Of course the only aircraft that can wait for someone is a private jet."

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An hour later, Reacher stretched out his long legs in the Gulfstream business jet very comfortably. "It's been more than two years since we last met. It seems that you have been quite successful in the FBI."

Jack picked out a half-empty bottle of whiskey from the wine cabinet and poured him some. Judging from the age, it should be Rossi's collection.

"I borrowed the BAU team's business jet. They happened to be working a case in New York recently. But I have my own team now, and I will have my own business jet soon."

This wasn't really showing off, because Reacher didn't care about this sort of thing at all. This guy lived his life as he pleased, not bound by anything. Jack was just showing in disguise that as a friend he could help, and it was a big help.

"I want to understand the case first." Reacher's expression became a little gloomy.

"They're all in the file bag next to you. I know your style, but I still have to ask, do you plan to investigate this case yourself?" Jack asked while playing with the wine glass.

Reacher flipped through the information in the file bag and replied, seemingly irrelevantly, "When the 110 Special Investigation Team was established, I was personally responsible for recruiting Franz. There is a motto in our team: Don't mess with special investigators."

"OK." Jack shrugged, took out a small box from his pocket and opened it. Inside were two fixing blocks similar to dentures soaked in saline solution.

He stuffed the fixing blocks into his mouth, one on the left and one on the right, blocking his back molars. His cheeks were immediately stretched out to form a square chin, and then he put on a fake beard in front of Reacher's surprised gaze.