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

"Alice, is everything done?" Jack passed by the door carrying a light sign.

"No problem. I've made fake reviews on several travel websites from ten years ago to now, and no one will notice anything wrong." Alice put away her notebook and walked out of the room quickly.

Jack handed the old light sign to Reacher who was standing on the ladder, and Jubal was at a higher position. The three of them worked together to install the "Harley's House" motel sign on the outer wall.

In order to avoid harming innocent people and prevent Lanston from noticing anything unusual, they simply converted the wanted criminal team's building into a motel.

There are no buildings around here, just a single small building, so there is no need to worry about anyone being accidentally injured by gunfire, and there is no need to mobilize police force to clear the area in advance.

The advantage of the information age is that as long as Alice registers a fake address on some map software and then posts a bunch of bad reviews, she can make Lanston believe it while avoiding being visited by real tourists.

This base of the Most Wanted Criminals Team has always been low-key, and no one knows that it is a secret office of the FBI.

The large open space in front of the building was marked out to look like a parking lot, with makeshift colored lights and a half-old neon sign, and especially the backyard that Jack turned into a vegetable garden, it somehow seemed very convincing.

"Is everything done?" Aubrey, who had just returned from Colorado, asked loudly from below.

"OK, let's try it and see the effect." Jubal answered loudly.

As Aubrey turned on the switch, the colorful lights decorating the doors and windows lit up, and the neon sign that had just been pressed also flashed a few times and lit up successfully, with a few of the letters on it being broken.

"Perfect." Danny, who was standing in the distance, nodded with satisfaction.

Hannah and Jiejie still had some oil paint on their pretty faces when they walked out of the building. Because it was just a simple disguise, the girls set up a fake hotel reception, then used partitions to separate the restaurant and Jack's big kitchen, and finally painted a bunch of graffiti on the wall of the stairwell leading to the second floor.

Marlo Burns and her daughter followed out. The little girl looked only about twelve or thirteen years old, with a chubby face and a little baby fat.

"Hey, honey, it's going to be okay. I'll come to you soon and everything will be fine. I promise." Marlo Burns kissed her daughter's little face and looked at Danny beside her expectantly.

At this time, a plainclothes police car drove into the newly marked parking lot, and three people got out of the car. Jack knew two of them, Danny's younger brother James Reagan and Danny's female partner Jenny.

There was also a bald, strong white man with a bad complexion whom he didn't recognize, but he was obviously also a NYPD police officer.

"This is Gaetano Russo." Danny stepped forward to introduce them to everyone. "These two are my brother and his partner Jenny. The three of them will escort your daughter to my father's residence, which is probably the safest place in New York."

Danny squatted down in front of the little girl, smiled and put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her, "The internet speed there is not bad, and my sister's daughter is two years older than you. They will take good care of you."

Watching the mother and daughter reluctantly parting, Reacher stood beside Jack and whispered, "The home of the NYPD chief? Isn't that a bit too exaggerated?"

"You can think of this as Commissioner Reagan trying to restore the image of the NYPD in front of you. After all, Lanston and his people were once members of the NYPD."

Jack watched the plainclothes police car leave and asked Danny, "Who is this Gaetano Russo?"

Danny looked like he had a long story to tell, “His father was also a member of the NYPD, a very upright man, who died in a gang fight more than 30 years ago.

You should already have a good idea of ​​what the NYPD was like at that time. Russo's father was isolated by his colleagues because he refused to accept bribes, and even his partner was not by his side when he died.

Just before coming here, Gaetano Russo personally arrested his superior, a police inspector who helped Lanston locate your location, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs found a full $60 in cash in his home."

"It sounds like you can earn much more working for Lanston than in your NYPD. No wonder he has so many subordinates." O'Donnell walked over and teased with a smile.

"Yeah, it's never an easy job." Danny shrugged nonchalantly. "Your Army pension isn't that high, and you still have to work as a private investigator to support your family."

After saying this, a former Marine named Ma Run, who had nothing but his sense of honor, walked away whistling under the "murderous" gazes of several former Army military police.

Compared with the idle US Army, although the Marine Corps uses the worst equipment and suffers the most vicious attacks, its actual combat experience is indeed far superior to other branches of the military. The sense of honor and spirit of sacrifice have become the only things they can be proud of.

"No matter how unhappy you are, you are not allowed to destroy this building, otherwise you'll be prepared to work for me for the rest of your life." Jack threw down a threat and went to pack up his equipment.

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"Are you so sure that Lanston's men will not wait until tomorrow, but will come directly to the motel to kill Marlo Burns?" Aubrey, who was lying beside Jack as an observer, asked curiously.

Marlo Burns had made an appointment with Langston to meet in Central Park tomorrow at noon on the phone, but she used a landline.

In the NYPD database, this number was registered to a motel called "Harley's House", which was the base of the wanted criminal team they had just disguised.

At this time, Jack was wearing camouflage cloth and lying on the roof of a building about three or four hundred meters away from the small building, observing the vehicles coming and going around him through the night vision goggles on the Barrett M82A1 in his hand and the scope at the back.

Reacher and his men were waiting in a room on the second floor. Only Jubal was dozing off at the front desk in disguise. The rest of the wanted criminals team were lying in ambush in the surrounding area, fully armed.

Regardless of whether Lanston himself would show up or not, the task of taking action was given to Reacher and his team, and the FBI was only there to provide support just in case.

"There are too many tourists in Central Park during the day. They won't choose to take action there unless it is absolutely necessary. The last information that the boss of the bald police officer Gaetano Russo revealed to Lanston before he was arrested was the address here. He and his men will definitely show up."

Jack was very confident about this. The lines that Marlo Burns said on the phone were designed by him and Reacher after discussion, with the purpose of luring Lanston into the trap.

Nearly 11 o'clock in the evening, a black car drove silently into the parking lot in front of "Harley's House". Four burly men with bulging arms got out of the car along with the driver.

The four of them looked at each other, and tacitly asked two of them to wait outside the door, while the other two pushed the door open and went in.

Aubrey, who was watching all this from a distance, curled his lips secretly, "These guys look very experienced. I bet they are all former police officers."

At this moment in the fake hotel, Jubal, who was sleeping soundly at the front desk, was just woken up by someone. When he saw two black gun muzzles pointing at him, he seemed to wake up all of a sudden.

"Do this mother and daughter live here?" A middle-aged white man in his forties showed him a photo.

"It's upstairs, in the first room. Please don't kill me." Seeing that the other party's gun had no silencer, Jubal secretly breathed a sigh of relief, released the trigger of the shotgun hidden under the counter, raised his hands and pleaded with a sad face.