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"Are you serious?" Reacher turned and looked at the three bodyguards who were pointing guns at their people, with more regret than surprise on their faces.

The female ranger still had a smile on her face, but she kept her gun pointed steadily at Jack, "I'm sorry, but Councilman Lavoie made it very clear that no one else can know what happened. We can't take the risk of trusting you."

"Is this the 'opportunity' you're going to give? FBI boy, it looks like the Congressman didn't seize it." O'Donnell remembered what Jack had said before.

"What FBI? Are you an FBI agent?" The female ranger and her two teammates exchanged glances and saw panic in each other's eyes.

"FBI Supervisory Agent, Jack Tawalla." Jack pulled his ID from the small pocket of his tactical vest and opened it to show them.

“I’m also very sorry for lying to you. This time you may want to kill a lot of people. Those who were at the scene before were not mercenaries, but my colleagues in the wanted criminal team.

Also on the scene was NYPD Detective Danny Regan, the oldest son of Commissioner Frank Regan.

In addition, the key witness in this case, Marlo Burns, the operations director of New Age Technology, and her daughter are currently under the personal protection of Director Reagan.

Also, did you forget that Reacher has a brother in the Secret Service, so DHS has been involved for a long time."

Jack raised his wrist to check the time, "Their SRT team should be here by now."

As if to confirm his statement, sirens sounded in the distance at the right time, and soon seven or eight Saab buses drove into the farm with police lights on and surrounded the barn.

"Your Majesty!"

"Let me see your hands!"

The three bodyguards put down their weapons dejectedly, knelt on the ground obediently, and held their heads in their hands with unwilling expressions.

"You arrived just in time." The big guy frowned and complained when he saw another big guy getting off the car slowly.

"Aren't the police and government agencies supposed to be the last to appear in the movie?" Joey Reacher patted his brother's shoulder and said to Jack with a smile.

"Ms. Moger and David Rossi are now on standby outside of Lavoie's office with a tactical team."

Jack walked up to the female Ranger and stretched out his right hand in front of her puzzled gaze. "I'll give you a chance to become a tainted witness. Of course, you can also choose to spend your whole life in a federal high-security prison."

The female ranger hesitated, glanced at the other two bodyguards, and finally resigned herself to her fate, took out her cell phone, dialed Lavoie's number and handed it directly to Jack.

Jack didn't answer it. Instead, he tilted his head slightly towards Reacher, indicating that he should leave this opportunity to show off to him.

Reacher took the phone and turned it on speakerphone. Lavoie's voice came from the phone, "Are you done?"

"Almost." Reacher replied calmly, "Now there is only one problem left to be solved. I guess this is what they call a 'win-win'? I win twice."

Before Lavoie could answer, his office door was kicked open and the FBI and DHS bosses rushed in with their tactical team.

"Your Majesty!"

"You're under arrest!"

Hearing the voice coming from the phone, the three bodyguards looked extremely ugly. Reacher returned the phone to the female Ranger and comforted her, "Agent Tawaller is a good guy. Believe me, you made an extremely correct choice."

"Just good?" Jack was rather unhappy. After the Hellcat was finished, his Firebird also needed a major overhaul, but this bastard gave him a good evaluation?

Seeing several people carrying things and walking out while talking nonsense, Joey quickly reminded them, "Wait, did you forget something?"

"Aha, I almost forgot." Jack handed him the box in his hand. "648 chips, all in it. We just used two. I believe you can see the effect."

Joey took the box and looked helpless, "I'm talking about money."

"What money?" The big guy carrying a suitcase containing bearer bonds worth 6500 million US dollars replied righteously.

"Assholes!" Joey's eyes widened as he watched a group of people swaggering into the Subaru he had driven.

"Aren't you going back with us?" The special investigators got on the "borrowed" Suburban, and Reacher looked at Jack and Anna who stayed there with some surprise.

"Like Langston and Lavoie, I am also a person who likes to leave nothing behind, so there is one more thing I need to do."

Jack sighed, feeling his hard life, "You guys go back and wait for me. Oh, by the way, don't sneak away before I fix the lock on your room."

"You obviously broke it yourself." Reacher retorted unhappily.

"That's because I'm worried about you getting into trouble."

Before the two of them finished their quarrel, a black-painted Black Hawk helicopter flew over their heads and slowly landed on the open space on the farm. Claire opened the cabin door and waved over here.

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Long Island MacArthur Airport is a small civilian airport located in the town of Islip on Long Island. A small Cessna private plane is being slowly towed into a hangar by a trailer.

The lights in the hangar were dim, and a group of Asians were bowing respectfully to a thin man with medium-length hair and a mustache whose bangs almost covered his eyes.

The man with a mustache had fierce eyes and was wearing a long black trench coat. He nodded slightly to his men who came to greet him, then walked straight towards a black Audi R8 supercar.

"FBI! Don't move!"

"FBI! Get on your knees!"

"Let me see your hands!"

The hangar suddenly lost power and was plunged into darkness. Amidst the loud shouts, everyone in the hangar froze in place.

The man with a mustache lowered his head and cursed. He then crouched down, pulled out a pistol from behind, and pulled the trigger repeatedly in the direction of the sound. His men also pulled out their pistols and fired desperately, trying to protect their boss.

However, this was of no use. The SWAT team, armed with assault rifles and wearing night vision goggles, had already sneaked into the hangar. Using various shelters, they suppressed the group of Asians who tried to resist the moment the gunshots rang out.

The man with a mustache was extremely agile. He bent over and rushed towards the Audi R8, opened the door and got in. A few bullets landed on the door, splashing sparks of fire. It turned out that the door had been modified with bulletproof steel plates.

The V10 engine roared, but the car had to stop just after turning a corner because the only hangar door it could pass through was blocked by five Saab cars with red and blue warning lights flashing.

The moment the Saab headlights turned on, the man with a mustache leaned his head back dejectedly and cursed "Asiba" fiercely.

Jack held a Barrett in one hand, walked to the car and gently touched the window glass with the barrel of the gun, "Smith, your car is nice."