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

Not long after, a call came to Reacher's cell phone. The person on the other end of the phone not only expressed confidence that he could arrive before 3 o'clock, but also provided additional information.

The so-called R&D institution before us, which is surrounded by armed security and heavily guarded, is actually the data center of "New Era Technology". Its scale is dozens of times larger than the computer room in the basement of the headquarters.

Jack suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the hard drives they had collected before only contained a bunch of business documents and no information related to research and development. It turned out that all the research data was stored here.

Lavoie's bodyguards promised that they would fix the power distribution equipment and cut off the power to the entire facility. They did not tell him how to solve the problem, only saying that we would know when the time comes.

The two sides agreed on the time for action and ended the call. Everyone looked at the satellite photos again and felt puzzled.

This type of data center will be equipped with a large number of UPS power supplies and emergency generators. Power outages can solve the problem of external lighting, but the emergency generators will start in just a few minutes and the emergency lights inside the building will automatically turn on.

Forget about using night vision goggles to bully people in the dark, but there are enough stun grenades this time, and if we clean up the area step by step, we can minimize the probability of casualties.

But in the case of hostages, the longer the time goes on, the greater the chance that the hostages will be in danger, which creates a dilemma.

If they advance too quickly, their side may suffer unnecessary casualties. If they advance too slowly, Reacher will be in danger. After all, he is just a muscular man, not an invulnerable superman.

Jack frowned as he thought while using O'Donnell's switchblade to make a hole in the heel of Reacher's military boots and inserting the locator and lock wire.

"Clay and I can advance at the fastest speed, but the gate is too far away from the inner building. If we want to cross such a long open area, we will be treated as sitting ducks."

Danny looked at the satellite photo, then picked up the telescope to look at the factory buildings in the distance, and finally his sight fell on the direction of the southern gate. "So all we have to do is find a way to get you into the largest factory building in the middle as quickly as possible?"

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Just after 2 a.m., an AS332 "Super Puma" helicopter slowly landed on the tarmac. As the engine shut down, the huge blades slowly stopped rotating.

Two security guards came over, greeted the pilot in a seemingly familiar manner, and took him to rest. It was obvious that the plane was here to pick up Lanston for a transaction.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Negley was still trying to persuade him one last time.

"Are you sure you plan to go in there alone? Think about what happened to Franz, Sanchez, and Orozco. They were handcuffed, tortured, and beaten. Even if Langston doesn't kill you right away, he will do everything he can to torture you."

"I have my best soldiers to cover me, don't I?" Reacher looked at the remaining three special investigators with burning eyes, and finally turned his gaze to Jack.

"Take care of them for me."

"Take care of yourself first." Jack patted his shoulder unhappily and secretly gave him a healing BUFF.

There is still more than half an hour before the operation begins. With Reacher's physique, he should be able to withstand it, right? -

It was not meaningless for the big guy to insist on going into the dangerous place alone. With his appearance, the big electrified iron gate slowly opened, and five or six gunmen surrounded him with nervous expressions.

The number of armed guards patrolling the periphery suddenly dropped by nearly one third, especially towards the gate where almost no one was paying attention to the outside. Taking this opportunity, several figures flashed in the darkness and hid in the bushes on the roadside.

"I see Lanston." Negley's gritted teeth voice came from the channel.

"Don't be stupid, Negley, there are at least six guns pointed at Reacher right now." She could see it, and Jack could see it too. As a rolling door slowly rose, an old face that Jack felt somewhat familiar with appeared in the telescope.

He didn't feel anything when he saw the profile photo before, but now that he saw the real person, some of Jack's memories from his past life started to stir.

The T1000 in the second film of "Terminator" can be regarded as one of the shadows of his childhood. The liquid metal robot that could not be killed no matter how hard it was hit now looks old and frail, but it still makes him get goose bumps.

Watching a group of people taking Lei Che into the factory building as if they were facing a great enemy, even though they couldn't see or hear any movement from the outside, everyone still felt that every second was like a year.

As the saying goes, invisible imagination is the most deadly. Seeing time passing by, even Jack, who always believed in the halo of the protagonist, became a little restless.

"Signal received, laser illumination turned on." Jubal's voice came from the channel. Jack secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his watch. It was exactly 2:55.

One minute passed, and then another minute passed. When the time came to 2:57, a low engine sound was faintly heard in the air. Jack picked up the telescope and looked at the gray sky.

In the night sky where a few stars could barely be seen, a red navigation light flashed by. It was the anti-collision light at the bottom of the tail of a twin-engine propeller plane.

The plane flapped its wings lightly and nimbly disappeared into the clouds, but Jack was not paying attention to the plane, but to the three paragliders that were slowly opening in the direction of the plane's wake.

"Nigley, do it!" Following Jack's order, Black Sister, who had been unable to contain herself, immediately pulled the trigger.

After several shots that sounded like champagne being opened, Negley reported, "The guards on the north side have been cleared, and the landing area has been opened."

"It's our turn, guys! Alice, give us some music." Danny shouted excitedly and stepped on the accelerator hard.

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What is the fastest way to break through a door that weighs several tons and is made up of railings as thick as an average person's arm?

Danny's idea was to find a classic American long-nose semi-trailer truck with sufficient tonnage and power to crash directly into it.

The command vehicle of the wanted criminal team was modified by Mattmann using the Freightliner MT-55 truck chassis, so it is not incapable of this task.

The problem is that the equipment on the car is much more expensive than the car itself, so even though the headlights are on and the speakers in the car start playing music at the maximum volume, it only serves as a cheering atmosphere from a distance.

What Danny found was a Peterbilt 389 semi-trailer tractor with a classic dog nose and a large container on the back.

The image of this American truck has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts. The prototype of Optimus Prime in the first few movies of the "Transformers" series was this one.

When an Optimus Prime with full throttle and blinding headlights rushes towards you, the normal reaction of a person would be to run away first.

The four armed guards who were originally waiting at the gate were frightened and fled in all directions. The next moment, the "Optimus Prime" rammed into them head-on.

With a startling loud bang, the front of "Optimus Prime" deformed, and the door weighing several tons flew high up, then fell heavily to the ground, creating a trail of sparks.

However, the door still faithfully completed its mission. Even a heavily loaded tractor would feel uncomfortable with such a violent impact.

A burst of white steam came out of the completely disfigured front of the car and then it lost all power. Inertia caused the entire car and the carriages behind it to rush forward for dozens of meters before it came to a powerless stop.

"Fake!"

"How is this going?"

"Go to hell, bastard!"

One of the guards simply pulled the trigger and fired a volley of bullets at the truck cab, with sparks flying off the body of the vehicle.

“Stop it, you idiot.” A guard who seemed to be the leader was worried that there were dangerous goods in the carriage, so he stopped the guy’s meaningless venting and pointed at another person.

"Mark, go outside and take a look. What's going on with that car over there?" He pointed to the command vehicle parked on the side of the road in the distance, which was playing "Fortunate Son" loudly.

"Some people are born to wave the flag.

Oh, the flag has a red star, white stripes and a blue bar

When the band played "Hail to the Captain"

Oh, they have their cannons pointed at you, Lord!

That's not me, that's not me

I'm not the senator's son.

"

"Damn it, why did Alice choose this song? It's so unlucky!" Danny, a former Marine who had never participated in the Vietnam War, complained as he carefully leaned forward from the back seat of the truck's cab.

His eyes were fixed on his watch and his right hand was on a switch.

"Bang!" A small explosion sounded, and the entire facility area fell into darkness, and the emergency lights lit up instantly.

Accompanied by a buzzing sound, the internal emergency power supply was restored and a certain degree of lighting was restored in the factory building, but the emergency generator was not enough to restore the external lighting of the factory building, which appeared unusually dark in contrast.

"Action!" Danny heard Jack's order on the team channel and pulled the switch hard. With a pneumatic sound, the rear door of the car slowly opened upwards.

Before the several armed security guards surrounding the scrapped "Optimus Prime" could react, a muscle car with a completely black body and only a strange scarlet light emitting from the hood flew out of the car like a catapult.

The Pontiac Firebird landed lightly on the ground, and the thousand-horsepower V8 engine that Jack had spent a lot of money to modify made an unprecedented roar.

Amid the harsh sound of tire grinding, the Firebird drifted directly on the spot. Jack controlled the steering wheel with his left hand, and the Noveske N4 in his right hand was directly placed on the car window and left arm, firing in full-automatic mode.

Clay, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was also holding a Noveske N4. When he pulled the trigger, the corners of his mouth curled up harder than the muzzle of the gun.

Experiencing this kind of appearance that can only be seen in Hollywood blockbusters, Clay felt that leaving Team B did not seem to be an unacceptable option.

It's a bit regrettable that under the roaring engine sound of the Firebird and the harsh sound of tire grinding, the gunshot of the Noveske N4 equipped with a muffler is almost inaudible.

Accompanied by the barely visible flashes of gunfire, several armed security guards surrounding the truck screamed and fell to the ground.

The only thing that was not affected by this bizarre sound and light show was probably the rhythmic gunfire of the Barrett M82A1 coming from a distance.