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

"Ah!"

Amid Lanston's screams, Jack strangled the tourniquet tightly, but the old man was still able to hold on and did not faint.

"Are you coming together?" Reacher stood in the cabin and waved to Lavoie's three bodyguards and asked loudly.

"Of course." The female ranger was indeed the leader among the three. She waved her hand to signal the other two to follow.

As she passed by Jack, she even teased him, "Where's your funny mustache, handsome?"

Jack shrugged without answering. He did not disguise himself in today's operation, but used his true appearance.

"The pilot knows the destination." Dixon leaned over to Jack and Reacher's ears and said, "They will meet the middleman at an engineer's home. The engineer will show the middleman how to install the chip into the missile and the entire launch process."

The corner of Lei Che's mouth twitched. He looked the most miserable among the few people. Not only was his face covered with wounds, but he was also splashed with blood. He just wiped it casually with his jacket.

Hearing this, he showed a sinister smile, like a ghost in the dim light of the cabin, which made people shudder, "You'd better tell him to fly more steadily."

The helicopter slowly flew into the sky. Besides Reacher's special investigators, there were only three bodyguards on board. Except for Jack, no one else from the wanted criminal team was there, and most of them didn't even show up.

The female Ranger nudged Jack with her arm and asked casually, "Handsome, who are those people down there?"

"We paid some mercenaries, and they provided the equipment." Jack showed his eight big white teeth and smiled innocently.

The AS332 "Super Puma" flew all the way to the northwest. According to the pilot's instructions, the home of a "New Age Technology" engineer was located on a small farm near Rochester.

Looking at the endless forest not far away, Reicher couldn't wait any longer. "Tell the pilot to open the tail compartment."

Feeling the air flow from high altitude, Lanston, who was originally leaning against the cabin wall and dying, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Wait, wait." He tried to shrink into the corner, but Reacher lifted one of his legs and dragged him towards the open hatch.

"No! No! No! No! No!" Lanston frantically used his remaining hand to scratch around, trying to grab something. "I can still be useful. I can help you stop those missiles from falling into the hands of terrorists."

Reacher dragged him to the cabin door without saying a word, grabbed his collar and forced him to stand up. Lanston's legs went weak and he kicked around, unable to stand at all. He was almost forcibly lifted there, with half of his body floating in the air.

"No! No! No!" Snot and tears flew down Lanston's old face, and he cried like a 60-year-old child. "Don't kill me, hand me over to the FBI, I will cooperate, I will tell you everything you want to know, and I will help you catch the middleman."

"No, we don't need it." Reacher loosened his hand, then pried open his left hand that was holding his arm one finger at a time.

"no!!!"

Seeing that the big guy had fulfilled his promise not long ago, Jack handed the first aid kit to Dixon, took out alcohol and gauze from it, and asked her to clean the bloody Reacher.

The tail door of the helicopter slowly closed, and Reacher took out a glass jar from his arms, which scared everyone. Jack picked it up and took a look. He immediately understood what was going on and sighed slightly.

"If it was on the battlefield, Swan would at least not be declared missing." O'Donnell smiled bitterly, took the first aid kit that Dixon had thrown aside, took off his coat, carefully wrapped the glass jar and stuffed it into the box.

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"There are still some personal grievances that need to be settled, but we will do what we promised Lavoie." Jack said to the three bodyguards with a smile.

"Just solve it before daybreak." The female ranger seemed easy to talk to, and even winked at someone before escorting the helicopter pilot and engineer into the barn.

Watching the three bodyguards walk towards the barn not far away and close the door, O'Donnell couldn't help but curl his lips, "Do you think they will just let us go like this?"

"I told Reacher before that we should always give our congressman a 'chance'." Jack smiled and winked at him. The two of them walked into the room together and turned to close the door.

The fireplace in the house was burning brightly, and Dixon was adding firewood to it. The farm was located at a high altitude, and although it had not snowed yet, the temperature outdoors at night was close to 0 degrees.

There was a large table in the middle of the room, on which were two loaded portable missile launchers, waiting for the mysterious middleman who liked to use the abbreviation "AM" to come and complete the "transaction".

Negli fiddled with the transmitter curiously, and when he saw that the time was almost up, he walked to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain and looked outside.

In the distance, car lights were faintly flashing, and a semi-trailer truck towing a container was heading towards the farm.

"They're here." After saying that, she quickly lowered the curtains, checked the guns and walked to the back.

"This saves us a lot of trouble. They actually came with missiles." Jack walked to the door, leaned against it and loaded the bullet. He looked back and saw Reacher, who was still murderous, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Please, whether you plan to throw him out of the plane or beat him to pieces, at least let me find out the identity of the buyer behind this."

"Got it." Lei Che replied in a muffled voice, and it was unclear whether he heard it or not.

Through the thin curtain, you can see a large truck stopped not far away. A man in a short windbreaker jumped out of the car with a large suitcase in his hands.

The strange thing is that this guy seemed a little embarrassed when he walked. Not only did he limp, but he also looked behind him from time to time.

Then the passenger door of the truck was opened, and a slender figure landed lightly on the ground. Although it was not clear through the curtain, it was clearly a woman from the figure.

"'AM' is actually a woman?" Dixon walked to the window and looked outside through the curtain and exclaimed.

"She's still a very beautiful woman, very sexy." O'Donnell approached slyly, secretly lifted the curtain to take a look, and was immediately hit by Dixon's elbow.

The man in the windbreaker stumbled to the door carrying his suitcase, looked back at the woman behind him, took a deep breath, raised his hand and knocked twice.

Reacher opened the door and put the gun to his forehead as he looked at him in horror. At the same time, Nigley, who had come out of the back door in advance, had walked around the side and came to the porch, pointing the MDX508 at the woman standing behind the man in the windbreaker.

"Nigley, don't shoot!" Jack, who was following behind, was blocked by the big man's figure and only saw the appearance of the woman behind the man in the windbreaker after he walked out the door, and he exclaimed in surprise.

"Jack, did you miss me?" The woman ignored the gun that Negley was aiming at her, winked at Jack playfully, came up to him, hugged him and gave him a French kiss.