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

Jack was a little depressed. Generally speaking, a guy who could say such nonsensical lines would not be an important person. He touched the guy and confirmed that he only had a knife and not even a gun. He couldn't help but sighed in disappointment.

He stood up and turned his wrist, and the bent end of the rebar hit the guy's temple accurately, sending him into a sweet dream.

At this time, Reacher had also finished searching Scar's body, and a bunch of car keys appeared in his hand. "There is no wallet or ID. Let's go search this bastard's car."

"Then what should we do with these guys?" Negley pointed at the thugs on the ground who could only wail in low voices. Except for the two who were knocked unconscious by Jack, the others basically had broken hands and feet. Although they looked miserable, they were actually not in danger of life.

The worst-hit one was not the one whose limbs were broken by Reacher, but the one who fought O'Donnell. He was stabbed twice in the liver and left lung, and now he has hemothorax.

Jack was too lazy to save such things. If the ambulance couldn't arrive in time, only two people would die. He had already prepared himself mentally to face seven bodies.

Taking out his phone and sending a message, Jack waved his hand to signal everyone to hurry up. "People from the New Jersey office will be responsible for cleaning up the mess. These guys won't have a chance to contact the outside world until this is over."

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"It looks like someone did their homework ahead of time." O'Donnell pulled out several files from the glove box in front of the passenger seat, which contained photos and information of several of them.

The information was very concise. Apart from the description of their physical appearance, there were only a few simple sentences. It was obvious that the person who obtained this information did not have high authority. The introduction only mentioned the military ranks of several people and that they had served in the same gendarmerie special investigation team.

"Cellphone." Lei Che took out a cellphone from the armrest box, glanced at it and curled his lips, "Anonymous cellphone."

He turned on his phone and found that he didn't even have a password. He clicked on the call log and found that all the incoming calls were from unknown numbers. He was about to turn it off and hand it to Jack when a call came in.

Reacher glanced at the others and turned on the speakerphone. A slightly old voice came from the other end of the phone, "Are you done?"

"It's done, but it may not be what you think." Reacher replied.

The mysterious man on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, then he called out Reacher's name, "You fucking messed with the wrong person, Reacher. You'll soon know what will happen to you."

"Then why do you sound like you're scared?" Before Reitch could finish his words, the other party hung up the phone.

"Is there any way to track him?" Negley had long realized that Jack was not an ordinary FBI agent. Although he was not sure about his rank, he knew that he could easily mobilize a lot of resources.

Jack thought for a moment and said, "Not now. The other party obviously doesn't have a registered phone. But if he calls again, we should be able to track his location."

"Then find a way to continue to provoke him. Maybe this will make him lose his mind and call me on this phone." Reacher understood what he meant.

"Perhaps I can provide another clue." Dixon fished out a lost card from the gap between the passenger seat and the armrest box, "A parking lot pass."

"New Age Technology? The stamp on it is yesterday morning?"

Reacher frowned. He was sure that the SUV that was lurking outside Franz's house the day before and then following him and Jack was this car.

So what is the relationship between the scar-faced man driving the car and the company called "New Era Technology"? Why did he go there the next morning after the tracking failed?

"Guys, it's time to retreat. We still have things to do." Negley pointed to the flashing blue and white lights in the distance and the faint sound of sirens could be heard.

At this time, O'Donnell picked up the beer bottle that everyone had placed on the roadside before climbing over the wall, "Well, it's still cold, you can still drink it."

"Can you still recognize which bottle belongs to whom?" Negli frowned slightly and asked with some disgust.

"I haven't drunk mine yet." Jack took the fullest bottle happily.

The few of them walked back to the boardwalk leisurely, holding beer bottles, like tourists taking a late-night stroll. Negley turned on the navigation on his phone and led them to the offices of Sanchez and Orozco.

Jack was still responsible for unlocking the door. After opening the door, O'Donnell reached out and pressed the switch on the wall. The lights came on, and the office was in a familiar mess.

"Same as Franz's office." Reacher picked up a brass-cased ZIPPO lighter from the ground and handed it to Negley with a grim look on his face.

The latter's expression suddenly became extremely ugly. "Guys, do you remember ever seeing Orozco go out without his lighter?"

The other two investigators from the 110 Special Investigation Team, O'Donnell and Dixon, all looked gloomy at the same time, which meant that Sanchez and Orozco were most likely forcibly taken away from this office and killed.

Dixon was thoughtful. "Franz and this place were both destroyed, but you said that there were no signs of intrusion in the home of Swan, the only missing person. There must be some reason behind this."

"Maybe." Reacher unhappily lifted up a chair that was blocking his way and checked the innermost bookshelf.

"Good times." O'Donnell picked up a photo frame from the ground, his eyes full of nostalgia.

Jack took a look and found that it was a group photo exactly the same as the one he and Reacher found in Franz's office. The nine people from the 110 Special Investigation Team were all smiling happily, including Reacher.

"So am I the only one who doesn't have this photo?" Reacher was a little depressed.

"I have."

"I have," O'Donnell and Dixon responded.

"Mine is on the bookshelf." Negley said, and everyone else looked at Reacher.

Jack said something very true, "First you have to have a home, then you can have walls to hang pictures on."

Reacher, who was frustrated again, snorted, said nothing more, and concentrated on flipping through the bookshelf.

"We're wasting our time. There's probably nothing to find here." O'Donnell kicked the documents and broken glass on the floor.

"Indeed." Dixon agreed. "Even if there was something important, it must have been taken away by the other party."

"We thought the same thing when we were in Franz's office." Jack briefly told the story of the printer.

O'Donnell pouted. "So? Are we going to take apart the printer here too?"

"No, we should find a bar and have a drink now." Reacher pulled out a large photo frame from the bottom of the bookshelf. The glass on it was smashed, but the several photos inside were still there.

"Sanchez and this bar girl looked intimate."

All four photos showed Sanchez posing intimately with a Latino girl. One of the photos was taken in a bar, with the girl wearing a barmaid's T-shirt.

"Lucky Bar?" Niggli opened his phone and searched, "It's at the other end of the commercial street."