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

The big guy obviously overlooked the fact that not everyone has the broad-mindedness of these retired veterans, who take separation and death lightly.

It took Negley and Dixon a long time to comfort Milena to stop sobbing. O'Donnell asked before the big guy who was still trying to explain something opened his mouth.

"We want to find out the real culprit behind this, so we come to seek your help. Do you know that Sanchez and Orozco have had contact with Calvin Franz or Tony Swan recently?"

"Yes, Franz came here a few weeks ago, in this bar. They hadn't seen each other for a long time. Everyone was very happy. I took a photo for them."

Milena wiped away her tears with her fingers, hurriedly took out her cell phone and opened the photo album. In the photo, Franz was sitting in the middle, Sanchez and Orozco were hugging his shoulders, and the three of them had smiles on their faces as if they were reunited after a long separation.

The girl continued, "Sanchez said they were working together to solve a case."

"What case?" Jack asked quickly.

"He didn't tell me." Milena shook her head and stared at the photo on her phone, tears streaming down her face.

"Where's Swan? He hasn't been here?" Jack continued to ask.

Milena still shook her head, her eyes never leaving the phone screen. "He didn't come to Atlantic City, but I heard them mention his name. Sorry, I only know you through Sanchez's introduction and photos. Didn't you look for Franz?"

Even Reacher was silent now. Seeing everyone's strange expressions, the girl immediately understood everything. "Oh my God, what on earth happened to them?"

Dixon held her hand and said, "Dear, we are looking for you to find out the real murderer. We need your help. Think carefully and tell us everything you remember."

Milena covered her face, completely panicking. At this time, the black bartender who had been paying attention to the situation here brought a bottle of tequila and said, "Guys, I think you need this."

Seeing Jack was about to take out his wallet again, the black bartender took away the tray and said, "This is my treat. Sanchez and Orozco are also our friends."

After drinking the liquor, Milena finally calmed down a little, "I'm not sure if this is helpful, but the last time I saw Jose (Sanchez), he was sitting on the stool over there.

I remember he received a phone call, which must have been a very important call.”

"Did you hear anything?" Lei Che bent down slightly and asked in a low voice.

"I remember he repeated two numbers and then looked very surprised, or maybe worried, I'm not sure. Then he said he had something to do and had to leave, but there was no news from him since then." Milena spoke faster and faster, and her emotions became excited again.

"What number?" Dixon asked hurriedly.

"Yes, of course. He said, '650, 10 each'. I had no idea what that meant."

After the girl finished speaking, tears started flowing down her eyes again, but this time she did not bother to wipe them away. Instead, she looked at everyone hopefully, hoping that the information she provided could be of some help.

"Are you sure it's these two numbers?" Reacher stared at her eyes with the same burning gaze.

"Of course!" Milena repeated the two numbers in a very firm tone, looking directly at Reacher, "Will you forget the last words your loved one said to you?"

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When we left the bar, it was already daybreak and everyone was exhausted. Dixon had made a small fortune today and had booked a presidential suite in a star-rated hotel that could accommodate everyone.

"We can just find a small hotel." Reacher felt a little awkward looking at the luxurious suite, and felt uncomfortable all over.

"The other party probably wouldn't dare to attack directly in such a public place. Besides, casino hotels have their own security. I don't want to fight with the killer who is chasing me, at least before I wake up."

O'Donnell yawned lazily, found a room and went to sleep.

"If you really can't adapt, I can ask the hotel to move a park bench for you." Negli mocked her old boss again before closing the door, as if this had become a kind of pleasure for her.

Jack gestured to Dixon on his chest, indicating that she should not forget to treat the wound, then took out his laptop and went back to the room.

He still had a lot of things to deal with before going to bed. The investigation in New York was already making some progress, and he needed to synchronize the progress of both sides.

After dealing with all this, it was already dawn and the noise next door finally stopped. It should be that Reacher, who was called into the room to help treat the wound, was tricked by Dixon into getting into bed.

Exercise is one of the best ways to relieve stress, and exercise in bed is also exercise.

After removing his disguise, Jack took a shower and went straight to bed. He didn't get up until noon and ordered room service. When the waiter brought him lunch, others also got up one after another.

"Shit, who are you?" O'Donnell, who was still yawning, opened the door and saw Jack sitting in the living room eating lunch, and subconsciously took out his brass knuckles.

Jack was also stunned for a moment, thinking that maybe this person had amnesia? It was not until he subconsciously touched his face that he realized that the prosthesis used to disguise his mouth was not installed, and the mustache was not pasted.

"It's me, Jack. It seems my disguise yesterday was quite successful." He couldn't help feeling a little proud.

O'Donnell's eyes widened, and he remained shocked for a long time. "Jack? How old are you?"

There is actually a disconnect between Jack's young face and his daily words and deeds. People who have been with him for a long time may not have this feeling, but O'Donnell's first impression of him was the square chin and small mustache last night.

But at this moment, not only was there no disguise on his face, but he was not wearing formal clothes. He was wearing a T-shirt for sleeping. At first glance, he looked like a big boy who had just entered college. The contrast was really big.

"Almost thirty." Jack made it up casually, not wanting to hurt the old man's self-esteem too much. Negley, who heard the noise, also opened the door and left the room, also looking like he hadn't slept well.

"I need a large cup of strong black coffee, please." She waved listlessly at O'Donnell, who was fiddling with the coffee machine at the water bar.

"If you are hungry, you can try the seafood set meal here. The lobster meat is very fresh."

Jack, who was enjoying his meal, suggested this. At this time, the door of the next suite opened, and Dixon, who looked refreshed, came out first, followed by Reacher, who looked a little listless.

The former was as happy as a little girl who had fulfilled a wish, and greeted everyone with a smile, "Hi, good morning, er, or maybe good afternoon, we need to talk about what happened last night."

"Everyone in the hotel knows what happened last night." O'Donnell pointed at his dark circles with a sad look on his face and handed a cup of coffee to Negley.

European and American girls never hesitate about such things, but Dixon still "irresponsibly" pushed all the responsibilities to Reacher, "I said you were making too much noise."

Reacher smiled innocently, feeling very aware of taking the blame, "Dixon means that we should summarize the current clues."

"All the clues are here, take a look for yourself." Jack pushed the computer in front of him towards them. On it was the mind map that Alice had just made.

This thing is an electronic upgraded version of the evidence board, and it looks similar. The identity of the scarface who died at Jack's hands last night has been confirmed, and his photo has been hung up, Trevor Saropian, a New Yorker.