The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 172
Everyone looked at each other, but Lei Che's tone became lighter, and he said to Finlay.

"Since the masterminds controlled Morrison before, they will only let their own people sit in the position of director. In theory, you, the detective, should take over, but obviously, you are not with them, Tee Le is."

"Thank you, your trust is more meaningful to me than anything else." Finlay nodded, with both irony and self-deprecation in his words, which caused the corner of Reacher's mouth to grin slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile , that little mess between these two people is probably a turning point.

"I'm going to call my friends from the FBI. I can't let these guys control the investigation." Finlay was about to pick up the phone, but was stopped by Jack.

"Have you forgotten what I'm here for?"

Then, Jack first introduced his real identity to Roseko, who was the only one on the scene who didn't know, and then told what happened to Hannah's family more than ten years ago, even including the fact that the Kleiner family used gang connections to try to attack Zoe. past.

"...They even wanted to do something to my... well, the chief of our police station, so, you should understand by now, what a murderous criminal group the Kleiner Foundation is, right?"

"Wait, are you really only 22 years old, you were just a patrol officer in the LAPD, and you were recruited by the FBI after less than a year?"

Roseko asked in disbelief, although she had doubts about Jack's identity for a long time, especially when she saw him at such a bloody murder scene before, and carried out the on-site investigation with the same face as Reacher, she was even more determined. guess.

But after listening to him introduce his identity, it is still a little unbelievable, not only for his resume, but also for his age.

"That's not the point." Jack waved his hands "modestly" and looked at the three of them one by one, telling the story from the beginning.

"After the downfall of the Congressman behind the Kleiner Foundation, we decided to do it. A week ago, two of my friends came here early. After they rescued a suspected federal agent, I rushed to the scene and eliminated Evidence that they showed up."

Finlay couldn't help but turn black when he heard this. Although he had been slapped in the face more than once today, he couldn't help but keep rolling his eyes when he learned that he had been misled in his initial approach to investigating the case.

"Everyone here is clearly aware of what happened after that. Then, first of all, Leicher, I remember you said yesterday that you will give me a reply today."

Seeing that Reacher was about to speak, Jack interrupted first, and continued, "Actually, this reply is not important anymore. I remember Finlay said when he asked you, you have a brother, and you know what his job is now. ?"

"I don't know. We haven't been in touch for a long time since I left the army and started living in this way. What do you mean by that?"

An ominous premonition welled up in Reacher's heart, and he looked at Jack with suspicion.

"The phone call just now was from my girlfriend Hannah. She told me that the rescued federal agent has woken up. He admitted that he belongs to the Secret Service. His full name is Joey Reacher. I was thinking, In this remote town, how likely is it to meet two outsiders with the same surname."

Jack stood up abruptly, nimbly dodging Reacher's big hand grabbing his shoulder, "...don't get excited, he's out of danger."

"Where is he, take me to see him immediately." Lei Che's impulse was only for a moment, and he calmed down immediately.

"He is still very weak, but his life is not in danger. Believe me, he is now safe under the protection of my friends. We need to plan how to let you visit the hospital safely." Jack comforted.

Lei Che's expressionless face was covered with clouds at this moment, and the anger in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

"I need a gun right now, really."

Jack thought he was confused, and pointed to his waist, where the Glock he had given him before was inserted, "What is this? A fire stick?"

Reacher pulled out the Glock from his waist and put it on the table, "It's not a small toy for the police, I need a big one like the one in your hand."

The corners of Jack's eyes twitched, and it was his FK7.5. "Sorry, this gun is too special to me, so I can't give it to you."

"Do you want a gun? Wait." Roscoe got up and went into the house, and quickly came back with a heavy wooden box.

"My adoptive father Gray gave it to me a few years ago and he said he wanted to pass it on to his family and I was the only family he had."

Roseko opened the wooden box, and inside was a silver-white Desert Eagle and two loaded steel magazines.

Reacher showed a satisfied smile on his face, "This gun is quite suitable."

"People around me know that I have this gun, so be careful, you'd better use it where it should be used." Roscoe took out the silver sand eagle from the wooden box and handed it to Leicher.

"I'll keep it safe." Reacher said, staring into her eyes, his eyes softened.

Then he skillfully disassembled the Sand Eagle, carefully checked it inside and out, finally inserted the magazine, and fired directly at the tree stump beside him.

There was a bang, startling Rothko who hadn't reacted yet, "Are you kidding me? I told you to be careful with this gun."

"Never trust a weapon that you haven't tested yourself." Reacher said as he opened the safety and stuffed the gun into his waist.

Jack, who was on the side, became interested in the wooden box containing the gun. He remembered that in the original plot, Roscoe's adoptive father seemed to hide something in the box.

Seeing him carefully looking inside and out with the wooden box, Finlay asked very puzzled, "What are you looking for? It's just an empty wooden box."

"Not necessarily. When I was studying carpentry in my spare time, I seemed to have seen a wooden box of a similar style. This thing looks old. This kind of antique style usually has some hidden compartments."

While examining carefully, Jack asked Roseko, "You said your adoptive father committed suicide, right? When did he give you this wooden box?"

Roseko frowned and recalled, "It was almost a year before he died, what happened?"

Reacher also frowned when he heard this, "It's not right. Generally speaking, suicides entrust their most precious things to others before they commit suicide, not a full year ago."

"Found it!" Jack pressed a position on the wooden box that was disguised as a tenon, and with a click, a small hidden compartment popped out, and a key fell out.

"Fack." Roseko uttered an obscenity upon seeing this.

"Pay attention to the words you use." Finlay followed up habitually.

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