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

"Should we get another car?" After getting out of the car, Reacher looked at the people getting out of the car. Negley's Range Rover had five seats, and with the five of them now, it was just full.

"What right does the guy sitting in the passenger seat have to complain that the car is too crowded?" O'Donnell, who was sitting at the back, muttered unhappily.

"Let's go back to New York first. The other party is indeed targeting you. This means that everything under your name may be exposed, including your family." Jack pointed out the key.

Scarface should be a professional killer. Although the information he has about Reacher and others is simple, it does not mean that the information held by the people behind him is equally simple.

Jack also saw his own information, of course not his FBI identity, but the private detective identity that Jubal had forged based on his current disguise.

This information has been marked, and anyone who tries to retrieve it will be recorded. Even though Jack is leisurely following Reacher and the others to Atlantic City to beat people up, the people in the wanted criminal team behind him are busy having fun at this moment.

The Lucky Bar is just as its name suggests, with a green four-leaf clover logo on its sign.

The clover is a herb. If you see a clover with four leaves, it is usually regarded as a sign of good luck, so the four-leaf clover is also called lucky grass.

Reacher turned around and looked at O'Donnell and Dixon with a frown, "You two stay here, we'll go in."

"Why?" O'Donnell looked down at himself in confusion, thinking that his clothes were dirty from the fight.

"You look too much like police officers." Reacher was about to raise his foot, but was stopped by Jack, "No, you stay too, Negley and I will go in."

"Do I look like a policeman?" Reacher glared at him with an unhappy look.

"Jack probably means that you don't look like a good person." Black Sister happily stabbed her old boss in the heart again and took the photo of Sanchez hugging the bar girl from his hand.

Jack pushed the door open like a gentleman and let Negli into the bar. It was only one o'clock in the morning, but the business in the bar looked a little bleak, with only seven or eight customers in total.

A black bartender wearing a New York Giants jersey was standing behind the bar, wiping glasses boredly. When he saw the two people walking towards him, he smiled and said, "What would you like to drink? We have the best Sunday brunch in the city."

"Sunday brunch" is not a food, but a local craft beer from New Jersey that tastes creamy and a bit like eggnog.

"There's no rush. We want to find out about this girl." Negley put the photo on the bar. "Did she come to work today?"

"Who are you?" The black bartender's eyes suddenly became alert. "What do you want to do with her?"

"We are friends of Sanchez and Orozco." Jack felt something was wrong and was about to explain a few more words, but unexpectedly the bartender became talkative again and waved to a big man behind the two of them.

"Hey, Dulc, these two guys say they're Sanchez's friends and want to talk to Milena, take them to the back where she's keeping the accounts."

"Thank you." Negli didn't expect the other party to be so easy to talk to.

The two had just walked around the bar and followed the big man named Durs into the corridor when a waitress with a green apron tied around her waist came out of the bathroom. She was the girl Jack and the others were looking for.

"Milena." The black bartender waved to her quickly, took out her phone and wallet from under the counter and handed them to her, "Take your things and leave!"

At the same time, Jack and Negley, who were unaware of this, were blocked in the corridor. The big man leading the way turned around and looked at them coldly, and behind them, another equally tall and strong guy appeared.

"What's going on, man?" Negley also noticed something was wrong.

"Stop harassing our friends." The big man named Durs warned.

Jack rubbed his brows and said, "Listen, man, I don't want to fight anyone again today. You must have misunderstood something. We are not here..."

Before he could finish his words, the other party punched him in the face.

With two "snap" sounds, Jack caught his right fist with his left hand, caught his left fist with his right palm, and twisted them hard in the middle, still explaining, "We are really Sanchez's friends."

"Ah!" Durs, whose hands were twisted by him, let out a scream, his legs went weak and he almost kneeled down on the spot.

"Don't touch me." At this time, Negli also started fighting with the tall and strong guy behind her.

"Try not to hurt anyone." Jack reminded, kicked open the back door of the bar, and pushed the still screaming Durs out.

Business at this bar is already very bad, so it's better not to make the situation too embarrassing. After all, the other party is standing up for a friend, so there must be some misunderstanding.

"Stop fighting, we surrender." Another strong man was also punched out by Negli, and the two of them begged for mercy together.

"It looks like someone here has been identified as a bad guy." Reacher grabbed a Latino girl's arm and stood at the entrance of the alley with a smug look on his face, with O'Donnell and Dixon standing beside him with helpless expressions.

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"I'm sorry, I wouldn't have run away if I had seen you first. Sanchez showed me your picture. My friend just wanted to protect me." In the bar, Milena apologized to everyone again and again, then turned and cast an apologetic look at the two strong men who were watching the place.

The black bartender served beer to everyone and helped explain, "Last week, a fierce-looking bastard came to her and said that he used to work in security with Sanchez and Orozco."

Jack casually took out a few $20 bills and put them on the tray, and smiled at the two burly men who were still rubbing their arms and faces, "Get those two guys two bottles of good whiskey, I hope the alcohol can help them forget the pain.

Does that bastard you're talking about have a scar on his face?"

"Yes, it was him, he asked me if Sanchez had given me anything, like a USB stick or something.

I had no idea what he was talking about, and as soon as he left I called Jose (Sanchez), but he never answered the phone.

The two of them often lost touch because of work, but this time I had a bad feeling. "

Everyone looked at each other in confusion and realized one thing at the same time: this girl probably still didn't know what had happened to Sanchez and Orozco.

Seeing everyone's grim expressions, Milena couldn't help but get nervous, "Do you know where they are now?"

"Uh," Negley was trying to figure out how to put it tactfully, but Reacher spoke before her, "Someone threw them out of the helicopter."

"Reacher?!" Dixon stretched out his tone.

"Oh my God!" The girl was stunned on the spot. Just as everyone was staring at Lei Che with blaming eyes, she burst into tears.