The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 174
"It's not a bait, it's just to give them a reason to fight. The Kleiner family may be able to bribe the police here or even the Georgia state police, but since they will take action against Joey, who is a federal agent, it shows that they have not reached the point of covering the sky with one hand. "

"So there won't be too many people chasing us, just act fast enough and then arrange reinforcements so we can do that"

Jack didn't dare to talk too much, mainly because he was slapped in the face a little bit hard at first, which made the two Wolfe brothers still in the hospital.

Reach stood up happily, "I agree, it should be like this, we must do something, so that the other party will show his flaws because of the pressure."

The other two had no objection, so the four of them split up, and Rothko went to Paul Herborg's house alone to persuade his wife Charlie.

Finley went to the town council to show his face, watch the mayor and the new police chief Tiller's performance in front of the townspeople, and confuse them by the way.

Jack and Reacher went to trouble the old prison guard, Officer Spangler, and asked him to help convey some information to the instigator behind him.

"So, how do you plan to find that Mr. Prison Guard?" Jack asked Reacher in the passenger seat while driving.

"How about making a call? I just asked Finlay to find out his phone number, let's make an appointment." He took out his mobile phone as he spoke.

"Tanner Sparrow, I'm Inspector Finlay of the Margrave Police Department, I'm calling you about Jack Reacher. Yes, he's angry, he says he's being fixed in your jail It's miserable, and now he's going to sue."

"He is your prisoner. I don't want to lose my job because of this. Can we find a place to meet? We need to have a statement before the lawyer finds us. Okay, then we will see you in half an hour."

Seeing that Leicher hung up the phone, Jack was a little puzzled, "Is that guy mentally handicapped? Can he be fooled?"

Reach raised the corner of his mouth, "Who said he was tricked by me? I set him up, and he also set me up."

"Well, why do you always like to pretend to be a tough guy with a deadpan face? You should smile more. Maybe next time Roscoe won't let you sleep on the floor."

Jack was very upset that he pretended to be Boye's virtue, and made a mockery.

Half an hour later, in a back alley called 'Blue Hole Bar', Spiwell, with half of his hair white and dressed in casual clothes, was waiting in the same spot like an old hooligan.

"Hey, Sparrow." Reacher came from not far away.

"Ahaha, let's see who it is." Sure enough, Spiwell was not surprised when he saw Leicher, but showed a fierce look on his face.

"I've never met that Detective Inspector Finlay, but I've heard of him, and you definitely don't sound like a Negro from Boston on the phone."

He spit on the ground disgustingly, "Since you set me up, I'll give you something in return."

As he whistled, a black Mercedes-Benz that had been parked in the backyard started immediately, and drove up to the two of them. Two small Latino men who looked very capable got out of the car and aimed their guns at Reacher.

One of them opened the trunk and motioned for him to get in himself.

"Enjoy it, haha, idiot, when you are in prison, you should let those guys kill you, the pain will be much less."

Spillwell was triumphantly about to turn around and go back to the bar, when he opened the back door, he suddenly raised his hands nervously and took a few steps back.

The two Latinos sensed something was wrong. As soon as they turned around, they saw Jack holding a gun to Spywell's forehead. Immediately after that, his hand hurt, and Reacher quickly took off the guns in their hands.

"You don't want to make a big fuss, do you?"

With a few clicks, Reich dismantled the two Glock 17s in his hand into parts, threw them all over the ground, and then twisted his neck with a smirk like a villain, making a crisp clicking sound.

"Hurry up Reacher, we still have a lot of things to do."

Jack shook the FK7.5 in his hand, signaling Spywell to be more honest, and then there was a dull sound of fist-to-flesh fighting from the other side.

I thought Lei Che could solve it easily, but I didn't expect that after he knocked down one of them, the other one actually persisted for 3 minutes before being dealt with.

"What's wrong with you? Are you hungry and have no strength?" Jack asked in surprise, why did Reicher's combat power go up and down, and it took so long to beat the two little guys down.

"They are not ordinary people, they are soldiers from South America. The fighting techniques they use are only circulated in some special forces in South America."

Lei Che grinned and rubbed the corner of his bleeding mouth, just now he was accidentally punched on the cheek.

"Okay, now tell me the truth, who ordered you to deal with us, Kleiner or his son Kleiner?"

Seeing the big man Juzi standing in front of him with a murderous look, and seeing the two thugs moaning behind him, Spaiwell's legs shook involuntarily.

"No, don't do it, it's Kleiner, he just wanted me to warn that Paul Heborg, we didn't want to kill you, I swear"

The two people who got the answer turned around and left, leaving behind Sparrow, whose crotch was wet, and the two South Americans who fell to the ground and moaned in pain.

"Take me, please, little Kleiner won't let me go, he's a lunatic!"
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"Fried Chicken Thighs, Fried Okra, Char-grilled Prime Rib, Brussels Sprouts, Meat Pate, Country Cheese with Peaches, Creamy Chicken Sandwich with Coleslaw, Eat Up Babes."

The fat black aunt brought two full dinner plates and put them in front of Jack and Reacher, smiling very happily.

"Thank you." Jack and Reacher thanked in unison, and started gobbling.

The black aunt immediately lowered her face again, turned around and took a separate small plate, and placed it in front of Finlay.

"Here's your spinach salad, add your own dressing."

Finley, who was blinded by his aunt, was a little embarrassed, and tried to forcibly save his respect, "I can understand that big guy, how did you manage to eat so much without gaining weight?"

Jack lifted the T-shirt up from his waist, revealing his eight-pack abs, and patted on it, "Because I can draw with him, do you believe it?"

This is a barbecue restaurant in a suburban park. The location was recommended by Finlay. Jack hasn't had a good meal for two days. Now seeing the barbecue, the eyeballs are almost green.

Finlay stirred the salad in front of him without appetite, and said, "That bastard Tiller defined Morrison's murder as a retaliatory killing, and planned to use his little cane to direct me around and do my job."

"I just said, he is also black." Lei Che replied while eating.

"The town council was very dissatisfied with his self-appointment as the chief of police. Someone asked for the FBI to intervene, but was suppressed. Kleiner stood up on the spot to stand for him."

Finlay sighed helplessly, "I feel that even if I stand up and tell the truth, I will be regarded as the kind of lunatic who spreads conspiracy theories."

"Kleiner is their bread and butter, no one will believe you as an outsider, let alone you have always been out of place here."

Jack happily bit off a big mouthful of rib meat, his mouth full of oil.

　The climax is coming, please ask for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)