The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 158

"Goodbye, Joe gotta go, God."

"He was driving a canoe down the Mississippi River"

"His Yifan is the sweetest girl, God!"

"Wild child, let's have fun on the river bank~!"

Wherever you go, of course you have to listen to local songs. As Hannah tuned the car radio to the local station, a classic song "Jambalaya" by the Carpenter Band played. The cheerful melody and catchy lyrics made the Jack couldn't help but shook his head and hummed.

The Chinese name of this song is "Assorted Vegetables", and it was also adapted into a Chinese song "Little Enemy", which was sung by an unspeakable actress.

Louisiana, also known as the 'Pelican State', was once a colony of some European country known for its efforts to tan its underarms until, in 1803, it was paid 4 cents an acre by some great man of modest stature The price was sold to the beautiful country and became a state of it.

Today, just like the capital of that big European country, Baton Rouge, where the state government is located, and New Orleans, famous for its grilled chicken wings, have become the most concentrated gathering places of certain special ethnic groups.

Especially New Orleans. Since the famous hurricane in 2005, this city is now one of the worst cities in the entire beautiful country, and the white population has dropped to less than 3%.

In fact, Jack quite understands why 4 National Guardsmen brought guns into the city to maintain order after Hurricane Katrina struck instead of disaster relief.

Not to mention that there is only one country in the world where military disaster relief is a routine. After natural disasters, they are not busy with self-rescue but go to the streets in groups to buy at zero yuan. Although there are many in the beautiful country, they can form such a large scale and last so Maybe New Orleans in the long run.

So after enjoying a wonderful ballet performance in Houston the day before, the two chose Laiefa as their destination today, a city as famous as a well-known department store in Paris.

The law and order here can only be said to be relatively good. At least the black buddies who tried to rob the two would take the initiative to back down after seeing Jack's mighty FK7.5.

In the end, Jack and Hannah gave up their plan to stay in the city and chose a resort hotel in the suburbs. After all, as a state with the most French descendants, the Cajun food here is not to be missed.

All kinds of spicy wild duck, hare, seafood soup, and long-lost rice make someone find a little hometown feeling.

"I feel like selling this crayfish recipe alone could redeem my family's ranch, if you will."

In the evening, on the long embankment, looking at the beautiful scenery of the Mississippi River Delta, Hannah sucked the soup on her fingertips and sighed contentedly.

In Louisiana, the origin of this crayfish, the people here have given enough patience and great enthusiasm for this little meaty little thing, and even affected several nearby southern states, such as in Anna Texas, where I was born, also holds a beer lobster festival similar to this one every year.

After tasting the Cajun food here at noon, Jack, feeling dissatisfied, purchased a full 6 pounds of fresh crayfish that had just been caught from the rice fields. The hot and spicy taste of the pot, coupled with the local characteristic 'machine ghost' draft beer, the two spent the night leisurely.

Jack was also a little bit full, which is very rare for him who has always been self-disciplined. He fell asleep on the recliner with difficulty, felt the cool evening breeze blowing over his body, and burped Hannah for a long time. Laugh too hard.

It's a pity that a rush of mobile phone ringing interrupted this good time. Jack picked up the mobile phone, and the call came from the Wolf Brothers who arrived in Margrave Town first.

"Jack, I think we might be in trouble, when are you going to be in Georgia?"

Braxton's voice came over the phone.

Jack's heart tightened, and he straightened up from the recliner. Seeing that his expression suddenly became serious, Hannah wiped his hands and sat beside him, listening to the phone.

"We plan to arrive in Atlanta tomorrow afternoon, and we should be able to reach Margrave in the evening. What happened?"

"I've been in this boring shitty town with Chris for a few days, and we found a suspicious person. We suspected that he was a federal agent, so we followed him, and then we found out that there was someone behind his ass."

It can be heard that Braxton's tone is very unhappy. This guy who has just left his career as a mercenary is obviously not quite used to the peaceful life of this small town.

"Who is following him? You didn't alarm the other party, did you?"

Jack is quite at ease with the Wolf Brothers. Although Braxton is a little impulsive, Chris has a calm personality. It seems that he is not sure. He suddenly thought of the explosion in the LA port that Hannah mentioned before. , I became a little worried again.

"No, it's a group of South American mercenaries. I saw their tattoos. They must have been discharged from the special forces. Now we only have a tattered revolver that was snatched from a gangster. It's a big trouble. Can you get the equipment as soon as possible? send over."

Well, no dick in hand, no wonder the former mercenary is so irritable.

"Everything you want is ready, don't worry."

Jack gave Braxton a reassurance, and continued to ask.

"Can you describe that suspected federal agent?"

The phone was handed over to Wolf, and his voice became much calmer.

"Big guy, about 6-foot-2, about 200 pounds, under 40, well-bred looking, came in about a week before us, and we followed him pretty much around town and found that his target might be the same as We agree, and we are also here for the Kleiner Foundation."

Jack felt a burst of excitement, and he was caught up in the plot. According to Chris' description, this federal agent is not Jack Reacher's brother, the Secret Service agent who received a box lunch at the beginning, Joey Reacher .

"Hannah and I set off overnight tonight. Before we arrive, help keep an eye on him, uh. Provide some protection if you can. There may be some clues from the Kleiner Foundation on him."

"No problem, we'll wait for you."

Chris simply hung up the phone.

Six hours later, in the wee hours of the morning, as the speeding Firebird crossed the Alabama state line and entered Georgia, Jack's right hand in the gear was gently held by Hannah.

Knowing what she was thinking, Jack said softly, "Don't worry, leave everything to me, and we will find out the truth."

"Thank you Jack, you have done so much for me."

Before Hannah finished speaking, there was another rush of ringtones. After the call was connected, Braxton's hurried voice rang through the phone.

"Jack, we're in serious trouble, Chris got shot, that fed agent, he's probably dead"

(End of this chapter)