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

"If there's anything else I can help with, just ask." After sending everyone out of the police station, Finlay took the initiative to extend his hand to Reacher.

Since arriving in New York, Reacher, who had a stern face most of the time, rarely smiled. The joy of seeing his old friends again diluted the sadness and anger that had lingered in his heart these days.

"You've already helped. Please be safe during this time."

Reacher's eyes fell on Finlay's left hand, and his smile widened, "I noticed that you were still wearing your wedding ring."

"It's just a habit. Although I still think about the past from time to time, I have gradually moved on from it." Fenlei smiled with relief.

The reason why this old black detective appeared in the town of Margrave was because his wife died of a serious illness. He attributed the cause to his long-term neglect of his family. The guilt made Finlay choose a life similar to self-exile.

"I have learned to exercise and no longer eat vegan food. Speaking of which, I went back to Margrave not long ago. There have been great changes there. Roscoe even gave me a dog."

Seeing that the smile on his face became a little strange, Jack and Reacher suddenly felt uneasy, "You really have a dog?"

What did this guy say when we parted in Margrave Town?

"Yes, I call it Jack, and it eats as much as you two." Finlay smiled happily.

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Because everyone had things to do, catching up with Finlay didn't take too long. Before leaving, Jack left him an address. Boston is not too far from New York, and he invited him to drive over and spend the weekend together if he had time.

"Can we find a motel to rest for a night on the road? I'm going to go crazy if you don't change these clothes." Negli looked uncomfortable all over, as if he had fleas.

Reacher followed suit, knowing that she was not used to wearing formal clothes like himself. "We can stay in New Haven overnight. Tomorrow morning, you and Dixon will go to assist the FBI in finding Marlo Burns and her daughter. Jack and I, along with O'Donnell, will go to Washington, DC."

O'Donnell was a little confused, "What are we going to do in DC?"

"Of course we have to show up at DHS so that Senator Lavoie can find us and transfer your family. We have to be on guard against the other party doing something desperate." Jack's cell phone rang before he finished speaking. He picked it up and saw that it was Danny Reagan calling.

The two of them didn't talk for long. After Jack hung up the phone, he looked at Reacher curiously, "You've been carrying the anonymous phone that you found on the professional killer?"

"Yes, I'm worried that someone can't find me. What's wrong?" A murderous look flashed across Reacher's face.

Jack smiled happily, "As you wished, a former NYPD captain tried to locate the number through an old friend we were monitoring. I said we are on I-90 heading towards New York, and someone should be coming to our door soon."

"I'm looking forward to it." Reacher smiled grimly, "I'm hungry, I want to eat something before I beat someone up."

An hour later, the Porsche Cayenne and the Firebird drove into the parking lot of a steak restaurant on the highway one after another, and Negley couldn't wait to get out of the car.

"Let me use the restroom first. I can't wait to get out of this shit."

"And then? Are you going to throw your clothes into the trash like some antisocial person?" O'Donnell opened the trunk of the Cayenne and handed her a few bags of clothes while making a few jokes.

"What else? You want to wear it?" Negli retorted.

O'Donnell patted his butt cheekily, "It's not impossible. My perfect butt might look better in it than yours."

Jack was still a little confused when he got off the car. He didn't find any suspicious vehicles following them along the way. So how did the other party plan to deal with them after asking about his location?

The first time was in Atlantic City, it was a professional killer with some local thugs, the second time was a professional gunman at a funeral, and he was looking forward to who would come the third time.

In order to avenge his Hellcat, he prepared an assault rifle in the trunk of the Firebird in advance.

A burst of motorcycle engine sounds suddenly rang out, and seven or eight Harleys slowly drove into the parking lot, surrounding the few people who had just got off the car and were about to walk into the restaurant.

That's it? Jack had a few question marks on his head and looked at the others. Reacher and the other three special investigators had similar expressions.

No wonder he didn't notice someone was following him. It turned out that the other party didn't drive here at all. He didn't even notice the Harleys that passed by on the road just now.

Although I roughly guessed that the other party would not be able to cause any big scene around New York, isn't it too low-level to hire motorcycle gangs? At least they had a few genuine civilian AR rifles last time.

"I hate to ruin other people's prom night, but since someone has paid a lot of money, please hand over your guns." The leading white man took off his helmet and pointed a ridiculous little revolver at several people.

"Why do you think we have guns?" Reacher looked around, the murderous expression on his face now showing a hint of helplessness and disappointment.

"Of course someone told me, Reacher, right?" The leading white burly man winked, and several members of the surrounding motorcycle gang also pulled out their pistols and pointed them at the crowd.

"Let me guess, the other party claims to be Swan, right?" Reacher shook his head slightly at Jack, signaling him not to use the gun. The other party obviously did not want to make a big noise.

I just don't know whether the order given by the other party to this motorcycle gang was to knock them out and take them away or to kill or maim them all on the spot.

"You ask too many questions." The motorcycle gang leader tilted his head slightly, and a female gang member with tattoos all over her neck came forward with a bag.

He flipped his wrist and threw his revolver into the bag first, then smiled sinisterly, "10 to 5. I always believe in fairness."

Jack looked at Negley and Dixon who were already tearing the slits of their skirts with great interest, and shook his head speechlessly. Although his outfit was not the most expensive, it still cost less than ten thousand dollars. Besides, this was America, and shooting at each other with guns was the norm, wasn't it?

This group of motorcycle gangs are all riding Harleys. It would be so cool for the governor to hold a short-barreled shotgun that can be loaded in a circle. In this way, he will not have any psychological pressure to fire back with a Noveske N4.

However, considering that the Hellcat was still in the repair shop and he only had his precious Firebird left, Jack sighed and drew his pistol from his waist. He decided to wait until the new car was in place for the gunfights and car chases.

As for the FK7.5 hidden in the ankle holster, he would not hand it over, always having to be on guard against it.

The guys from the motorcycle gang didn't come up to search them or anything. When they saw that everyone had cooperated and handed over their pistols, they threw their pistols into the bag, then took out various weapons such as knives and steel pipes and surrounded them.

The two women had kicked off their high heels, and Dixon held one in his hand, using the stiletto as a weapon.

The three men took off their ties and unbuttoned their shirts. The five of them moved and stood back to back, surrounded by 5 motorcycle gang members. The atmosphere around them became increasingly tense.

"They say you're smart and a good fighter." The motorcycle gang leader took off his nail-studded leather jacket and wrapped it around his wrist, then stood in front of Reacher.

He was as big as Reacher, and their heights were about the same, which made the scene seem like a battle between king and general.

Unfortunately, Jack had no martial ethics. Before the other party could finish his threats, he smiled at a gang member holding a dagger in front of him and kicked him while he was looking at him in confusion.

Don't raise your legs high in a fight, as it's easy for the other person to seize the opportunity. The series of flying kicks in Taekwondo look cool, but they will also kill you quickly.

Jack used a downward kick and dislocated the right knee of the younger brother with one kick. The sudden scream made the motorcycle gang boss standing opposite Reacher subconsciously look over here.

Reacher, who also had no martial ethics, hit him hard on the forehead with his head, officially starting the melee mode.

Just as the two big guys were punching each other, Jack had already grabbed the knife-holding right hand of the gang member in front of him, forcibly turned his wrist, and stabbed the dagger into his lower abdomen, quickly killing one of them.

O'Donnell still fought in his previous style. He ducked slightly to avoid the baseball bat swung by his opponent, then hit the opponent's armpit with his brass knuckles in his right hand, making him stiff. At the same time, the switchblade in his left hand showed its sharpness, and a brutal kidney shot was terrifying.

Negley and Dixon are both serious military fighters, and their every move shows traces of boxing, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and even Krav Maga.

They were at a disadvantage facing the armed male opponents, especially Negley who was unarmed. When faced with two opponents attacking her at the same time, she was unable to defend herself and was hit hard in the abdomen by a heavy punch.

Jack took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed the scruff of the neck of a sturdy man who was waving a steel pipe and was about to smash her on the head, pulled the man in front of him, and with his other hand grabbed his right hand holding the steel pipe and twisted it backwards to disarm him.

"Go on." Jack threw the steel pipe to Negley and hit the sturdy man's throat with a backhand knife.

The Adam's apple cartilage was deformed by the heavy blow, causing the trachea at the back to be blocked. The strong man fell to the ground weakly, holding his neck, and his face instantly turned the color of liver.

After getting the weapon, Nigli seemed to be assisted by God. Amid the whistling sound of breaking wind, he knocked a guy holding a dagger and made him scream in pain.

Dixon, who was originally working back to back with Negley to fight two against three, suddenly felt the pressure relieved. She bent down and dodged her opponent's dagger that was stabbing at her, and swung the high heels in her hand with all her strength.

The heels of her high-heeled shoes were more than ten centimeters long and extremely pointed, easily piercing the opponent's right eye.

At this time, the sound of a motorcycle engine was heard, and a Harley roared towards Reacher. The female motorcycle gang member who had just confiscated several people's pistols with a bag was sitting in the back seat, waving an iron chain in her hand.

Reacher turned around and raised his hand, the chain wrapped around his arm twice, Harley passed him, and the woman in the back seat was pulled down by him.

The big guy pulled her up from the ground with great force, glared at the woman who was almost scared to death, and his fist, which was almost the same size as her face, did not fall after all. Instead, he pushed her hard and sent her towards the battle group of Negley and Dixon.

Dixon had just snatched a dagger from the man she had blinded and stabbed him several times in the back. She was murderous at the moment, and although Reacher was embarrassed to hit a woman, she had no scruples.

He just gave the woman who was thrown by Lei Che a barrage of "Give you back your pretty punches" and hit her in the face.

The Harley motorcycle that was just rushing towards Reacher turned its head with a drift on the spot. Seeing the girl he was riding being beaten into a pig's head, the rider was furious and stepped on the accelerator to rush towards the crowd, not caring at all about his teammates among them.

At this time, Jack was grabbing the wrists of a strong man and twisting his arms into a knot. Seeing Harley turning around and preparing to rush over, he kneed the man and smashed his jaw. He grabbed his collar with one hand and the belt behind his waist with the other hand, and lifted up the 200-pound strong man.

Under the driver's horrified gaze, his teammate's huge body turned into a black shadow that grew larger and larger, finally occupying his entire field of vision and violently knocking him flying. The fallen Harley motorcycle left a trail of sparks on the ground, and only stopped when it hit a lamppost nearby.

The Harley finally stopped making any sound after it was turned off, and the parking lot fell into deathly silence, without even a groan. The 10 members of the motorcycle gang were either dead or disabled, and the one with the lightest injury fell into a deep coma.

"Is everyone okay?"

Reacher threw the guy he had strangled to the ground and looked around. O'Donnell was holding his waist and gasping for breath. In the melee, he was hit on the back by an iron pipe, and the pain made the corners of his mouth twitch.

Negley was holding his lower abdomen with his hands and his face didn't look too good. Dixon had some bruises at the corners of his mouth. Only Jack stood there as if nothing had happened.

"You won't die, but it seems we have to find another place to eat." Negli picked up the bag of guns on the ground and took out everyone's pistols.

"I haven't felt this good in a long time." O'Donnell grinned and tried to show off.

Dixon picked up his shoes, looked at the unknown liquid on them with disdain, and threw them aside. "It's a pity that my shoes were only worn once."

Reacher searched the motorcycle gang leader's body, found his cell phone and unlocked it with the dead man's fingerprint, then looked up the call log. This time the numbers were not hidden, and he was too lazy to wait for the call and called back directly.

"Before you ask, I can tell you that it's all done. It's a pity that it's still not quite what you expected."

"You've caused me a lot of complicated problems, Reacher." The voice on the other side was still that slightly old and hoarse.

"A 6500 million dollar question? Shane Lanston." This time, Reacher also revealed the other party's identity.

The voice on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, the tone seemed to slow down a bit, and even the address changed, "Maybe we have been dealing with this problem in the wrong way, Mr. Reacher, why don't we make a deal.

Tell me what you want, money or something else?"

"I want to throw you out of the helicopter," Reacher replied coldly.