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

This construction site covers a large area and is probably a facility similar to a school or a small sports stadium. The ancillary buildings have been basically completed, except that the scaffolding has not been removed. There is a large open space in the middle, which is filled with construction materials and various construction vehicles.

"run!"

At Reacher's command, the five men quickly ran to the wire fence gate outside the construction site. Reacher looked at the thumb-thick chain on the door and half-knelt on the spot. Dixon stepped on his arm and easily flipped over.

Jack did the same thing and sent Negley over as well. Looking back, he saw O'Donnell, who was not as tall as Negley, jumping twice on the spot but couldn't reach the fence gate. He was just about to go over to help.

As a result, Reacher took two steps forward, grabbed the guy's belt like an adult grabbing a child, and almost threw him through the wire fence gate.

"Do you need help?" Seeing the big guy looking at him with ill intention, Jack jumped up on the spot, grabbed the top of the fence gate with one hand, and lifted himself into the air with the strength of one arm.

When he climbed over the fence, he used his other hand to lift the hem of his windbreaker to avoid getting caught. Then he did a light somersault and completed the whole set of movements in a standard Marvel hero landing posture.

"Wow, Chinese Kung Fu!" O'Donnell had just gotten up from the ground and was patting his windbreaker when he saw this scene and exclaimed in amazement.

Then Reacher also turned over with an agility that was not in line with his size. "It seems that they are the same as we thought. Only one of the three people who got off the car had a gun."

That was a fight of fists and feet. Jack picked up a piece of rebar thrown on the ground with his toes, grabbed it in his hand, and handed it to Negley.

"Thank you." The black lady took the rebar and waved it twice, making a buzzing sound as if the air was being torn.

The crowd hid behind an excavator and watched seven malicious thugs climb over the fence gate one by one. The gang looked around and took out switchblades.

Jack frowned, these guys looked a bit inferior. Although they looked fierce, they were just the kind of desperate street thugs. They were not the terrorists he had imagined.

He took out the Osprey silencer to load the Glock 20, then slipped out from behind the excavator, and in front of the thugs' horrified gazes, shot their leader, Scarface, in the right shoulder.

Scarface screamed, and the pistol in his hand, which was also equipped with a silencer, fell to the ground. He knelt on one knee, covering his bleeding shoulder.

"OK, the next game will be fair." Jack put away his pistol with a smile. Reacher and others behind him walked out from behind the excavator and stood on both sides of him.

"Tell me who sent you here, and you'll have a chance to go to prison and reflect on your actions." A hint of murderous intent flashed across Reacher's face.

The remaining six thugs were intimidated by the momentum of the five men on the opposite side. When they saw Jack put away his pistol, their courage seemed to return all of a sudden. No one said a word. Instead, they clenched the daggers in their hands and leaned forward slightly, as if ready to attack.

They still have 6 people, while the other side has only 5, two of whom are women. Although the big guy looks like he can fight, it is still possible to give him a fight.

The night was as dark as ink. Under the dim light of street lamps in the distance, two groups of people fought silently.

For Jack now, beating up an ordinary strong man is not even as troublesome as cooking a hard dish. He slightly sidestepped the stab and reached out to grab the opponent's wrist.

Feeling a sharp pain in his wrist as if it was clamped by hydraulic pliers, the thug looked up in horror at the strange-looking man with a square chin and a moustache.

Although it was a melee, Jack didn't want to act too shocking. He twisted the dagger out of the guy's hand, threw him to the ground with a back throw, and cut the carotid sinus with his palm, subduing him instantly.

When he looked up at the others, Reacher had already smashed a thug's nose with a headbutt, and Negley was swinging rebar to knock her opponent to the ground.

O'Donnell fought dirty, wearing brass knuckles on his right hand and holding a switchblade in his left hand, but he was in a boxing stance.

He was not tall but was extremely agile, and when he hit someone, he focused all his strength on the opponent's ribs. He used his right knuckles to punch continuously, breaking the opponent's defensive arm. The switchblade hidden in his left hand had already popped out, and with a few quick stabs, he completed the bleeding.

Dixon was probably the one with the worst fighting ability among the few people, but her level was still above ordinary people. Her fighting moves were very methodical, but she was a little restricted against the dagger with her bare hands. It was not until Nigley dealt with her opponent and threw away the rebar in his hand that she completely gained the upper hand.

With a teeth-grinding sound of fracture, Reacher twisted his opponent's arm. He looked up and saw Jack took out his Glock 20 again. He was shocked and turned to look in the direction he was facing.

The scarface who was knocked to the ground by Jack at the beginning picked up the pistol on the ground with his left hand and pointed it with resentment at Dixon who was still fighting with others.

Without giving him time to think, he pounced and knocked the thug in front of Dixon away, then directly knocked Dixon down and protected her under him.

There was a slight sound, and a bloody hole appeared on the scarred face's nose. The bullet penetrated his brain stem and ended his life instantly.

Almost at the same time, a switchblade flew over and stabbed him in the chest. Apparently, Jack was not the only one keeping an eye on the entire battlefield.

"Is everyone okay?" Reacher pulled Dixon up from the ground. The latter's eyes were moving and his expression was strange, as if what he had just experienced was not a physical fight, but another literal "physical fight".

"It's just a small scene, not even as loud as the noise my wife made in the kitchen." O'Donnell took a few steps forward, pulled the switchblade from Scarface's chest, and wiped it on his clothes.

"What's wrong with you? Where did that pretentious playboy go? Now you're talking about either your children or your wife."

Reacher noticed a small wound on Dixon's trembling chest caused by a dagger, and subconsciously wanted to take action, but when he realized something was wrong, he quickly retracted his attack.

"I've been tamed." O'Donnell spread his hands helplessly, shook his wrist and put away the brass knuckles.

At this time, Jack had picked up the rebar on the ground, walked quickly to the man who was knocked away by Reacher, stepped on his chest, and stabbed him hard.

The sharp end of the rebar rubbed against the guy's temple and stabbed into the ground, scaring him half to death.

"Who sent you?" Jack pulled out the rebar and slowly aimed it at his right eye.

"I don't know, it was that guy. He hired us. We are locals!" The thug was so scared that he dared not move. His eyes were wide open and he pointed in the direction of the scarred man.

"He gave each of us 20,000 yuan, and said that as long as we kill you all, he will give each of us 30,000 yuan afterwards. Please don't kill me, I have children to raise!"