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

"As you wish, you win again, ma'am." The dealer's face had turned from green to black.

At the same time, the gamblers watching also cheered, as if they were happier to see the casino lose money than to win money themselves.

There was also a "flower protector" standing next to the woman. He was not tall but was dressed very coquettishly, with a windbreaker and a face full of stubble. He looked more like the original than a guy who had COSed as "Zha Kang".

"Hey, guys, you're finally here." The guy turned around and saw three people walking towards him. He opened his arms enthusiastically towards Negli, but she punched him on the shoulder in disgust.

"O'Donnell, why are you here too?" Negley looked a little surprised. The message she received came from Dixon who was playing cards, but she didn't expect that the two of them would show up together.

"Reacher?" Dixon, who was sitting, also turned around, and it was another "familiar face", the queen "Medusa" with bright red hair but shaved bald in the bad Marvel movie "Inhumans".

Unfortunately, compared with her graceful figure, Dixon's facial lines are a bit hard, and her makeup style is more in line with the image of beauties in old western movies. She is also a little older, with obvious wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She is estimated to be around 40 years old.

But in Jack's opinion, the appearance of this elder sister unexpectedly matches Reacher's rough and weather-beaten face. If these two people put on dusty cowboy clothes and a cowboy hat, they can go directly to the set of "3:1831-Yuma".

Dixon turned sideways, revealing a tall pile of chips on the table in front of her. Jack finally understood why the dealer had such an ugly expression on his face.

Just as Reacher and Dixon looked at each other with meaningful eyes, O'Donnell on the other side also explained to Negley the reason why he lost contact.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to not return your calls, I was on vacation with my family and this week was our 'Unplugged Week'."

Negli couldn't help but frowned, "This word sounds a bit scary."

"Yes, every year my wife would choose a week to find a holiday cottage in a remote place, without a mobile phone, TV or even a washing machine, just the theme of 'stay away from screens and get close to nature'.

It sounds good, but by the third day my demon children will start killing each other.

When I got home and received your message from the voicemail, I rushed to New York as soon as possible. On the way, I received a message from Dixon, so I transferred to Atlantic City. "

After explaining this, O'Donnell looked a little gloomy. "I know everything about Franz, Sanchez, and Orozco. Unfortunately, as for Swan, have you found his whereabouts?"

"Let's talk later." Negli winked at him, indicating that this was not the place to talk.

"And this one?" O'Donnell looked at Jack, with a hint of repulsion in his eyes.

"Jack, Reacher's friend, here to help." Jack took the initiative to extend his hand. He was also wearing a black windbreaker today. Although the two of them were not wearing the same clothes, their styles were indeed similar.

Just as they were greeting each other and introducing each other, an old man dressed like a manager appeared in front of Dixon and pulled out a few tickets from the inside pocket of his suit.

"Congratulations, ma'am. I see you're pretty lucky today. Would you like to go to a wonderful concert for free to celebrate?"

Jack, the newcomer to the casino, initially thought that some ignorant person was trying to strike up a conversation with him, but then he realized that he had actually seen the legendary casino scare.

Among the people he knew, probably only Red had a similar experience. However, this guy was directly blacklisted by all the casinos in Las Vegas. It was the first time he had seen a scene like the one in front of him where a casino directly came to persuade him to quit because of winning too much money.

"No thanks, I'm having a great time here." Dixon raised his eyebrows and handed the concert ticket back.

The casino manager did not take the ticket, but leaned closer to her and whispered, "We know you are counting cards."

"Mental arithmetic is not illegal." Dixon laughed back. Seeing the old man's expression change slightly, she immediately changed the subject, "But since my friends have come to see me, let's forget it this time."

After saying that, she stood up and called to Reacher, "Mr. Muscle, please help me take these chips to the cashing window."

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When going out to eat with Reacher, buffet is the best choice. This guy enjoys everything he eats, and he is the type who wolfs down and devours everything in one gulp. Even if the food is for three people, he can finish it all in half the time it takes a normal person to finish one portion.

"What's wrong with you guys? No appetite?" The big guy asked curiously when he found that the food on everyone's plate except Jack was hardly touched.

"My mind has been spinning since you left me the message saying Franz is dead, I haven't been in a casino in years, and then you told me Sanchez and Orozco are dead too.

So even though I just made a lot of money, I'm still in a bad mood."

Dixon no longer had the high spirits he had in the casino, and ruffled his long hair.

O'Donnell also had a gloomy face, completely losing his previous cheerful playboy style. "I have to say, Franz's matter makes me very angry. I like that kid, as well as Sanchez and Orozco. Damn it, just tell me, which bastards are we going to kill?"

"You should eat a full stomach before working so that you will have strength." Jack wiped his mouth and glanced behind Reacher without saying a word.

“Should we go to the offices of Sanchez and Orozco first, or should we clean up those tails first?”

The black SUV followed us all the way from New York to Atlantic City. The driver was a guy wearing a leather jacket and had a scar on his cheek. Although he thought he was well hidden, his tracking skills were actually not very good.

"These two things don't seem to conflict." Negley said, looking at the map on his phone, "Their office is in an alley near the boardwalk. It looks quite remote and suitable for walking."

Reacher stood up and grabbed the second-hand coat on the back of the chair, and put a five-dollar bill under the coffee cup as a tip, "OK, let's do some after-meal exercise."

The five people were like ordinary tourists. After walking out of the restaurant, they seemed to be strolling leisurely on the wooden boardwalk. The sea breeze in late autumn was a little cold, but it was much higher than the temperature in New York which was close to 0 degrees. A thin sweater and a coat were just right.

Around 12 o'clock was the time when the atmosphere in the casino was at its peak. There were not many pedestrians on the street outside. Five people walked in two rows, two in front and three in the back.

It can be seen that Dixon is somewhat interested in Reacher. The two of them walked in front and chatted in low voices, while the three people behind them were tactful and kept a distance of four or five meters from them.

As they walked, they passed a convenience store and Reacher took Dixon in. When they came out, each of them had a few bottles of beer in their hands.

Reacher handed Jack a bottle and said, "It's easy to attract the police if we shoot here. It's best not to make too much noise."

Jack pulled his hand out of his pocket, and an Osprey silencer flashed between his fingers. "Thank you, but did you steal my line? When did you start worrying about this kind of problem?"

"The main reason is that I want to have a good sleep tonight and don't want to spend the night in the local police detention center." Reacher handed the bottle to Jack, glanced behind him calmly, and frowned, "Why are there only four people coming later?"

Jack was also looking behind him through the glass door of the convenience store that was pushed open by Reacher. He tilted his head slightly and saw the SUV with a New York license plate slowly passing by them. He couldn't help but curl his lips.

"There are still three in the car, 3 to 8, it's still hard to divide them."

"Then let's see who's faster. The slowest one will have a drink. The one using a gun doesn't count." Reacher raised his chin and pointed to a construction site not far away. "That looks pretty good."