Chapter 1478: "Doudou" saves the girl, Reese is in danger

"Thank you, Jack. I feel much better after these few days of treatment. To be honest, I can't wait to see my doctor."

Although he said this, Finch was actually staring at the metal rod in Jack's hand, which was almost thicker than his little finger, and his calves were twitching.

"What are you talking about? Oh, you mean this?" Jack was too lazy to explain to this severely myopic guy. He returned Finch's glasses to him and motioned for him to put them back on.

"Look carefully, this is the tool I use to clean the gun barrel." Jack handed the metal rod wrapped in cloth in his hand to him, and Finch breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank God. I thought you were done with torturing people with those needles and were going to stab me with this thing."

Feeling that this conversation was really bad, Jack shook his head speechlessly and whistled. The dog "Little Bear" came to the sound, squatted down obediently in a standard sitting position, panting and sticking out his tongue, his black bean-like eyes shining, staring at his owner without blinking.

Although Reese is nominally its owner, Finch pays for all of "Little Bear's" food and toy expenses, and there are often a group of people who come to pet the dog under the pretext of playing with it.

But if you ask who "Little Bear" is closest to, it must be Jack.

Now, whenever Jack has time to go into the kitchen, the one who is most excited is "Bear", although the dog's perception of delicious food mainly comes from its sense of smell, and its taste buds are far less rich than those of humans.

But as the saying goes, color, fragrance and taste are the most comprehensive definition of delicious food. The "little bear", whose sense of smell crushes that of humans, can't help but drool as soon as he notices Jack busy in the kitchen.

Jack put a leash on the collar of Little Bear and handed the other end of the leash to Finch. "It's your turn to take Little Bear out for a walk today. I'm going to rescue Lionel (Fusco)."

Finch tried to turn his sore neck. Although he couldn't turn it as freely as a normal person now, after all, the fixator on his spine was still there, but it was much better than before, when he could only turn it a little bit like a hemiplegic patient.

He looked at Jack curiously as he put on the bulletproof vest swiftly, fully armed and ready to go out and fight. "Didn't Detective Fusco just say on the phone that he could handle it? No help needed."

The corners of Jack's mouth twitched, and he looked at Finch as if to confirm whether he was joking with him.

"Have you ever seen a man say he is not good enough in front of a beautiful woman? If I had gone there later, I would probably have had to collect his body."

"Uh," Finch suddenly realized, and quickly took out his cell phone to make a call, "Let me ask John (Reese) if he has time."

Jack waved his hand to indicate that there was no need to go through so much trouble. "He finally found out Mark Snow's whereabouts. Let's not bother him for now. It's just a small gang. I can handle it by myself."

A few minutes later, as the red taillights of the Audi R8 disappeared into the night, Finch looked down at the "Bear" and said what Jack had just said.

"It's just a small gang. I can handle it by myself. This really sounds like the line that only the lone heroes in the movies would say."

"Little Bear" blinked his small eyes and looked back at him, his expression looking very innocent.

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"It seems that today's matter is doomed to fail. Only one of us can escape. Once I fire back, you must run as fast as you can. Never look back. Do you understand?"

Fusco took the girl and hid behind his plainclothes police car, facing three gangsters armed with automatic fire.

Bullets had turned one side of the car into a hornet's nest. From time to time, stray bullets would fly over the roof of the car, leaving bullet holes on the wall opposite the small square.

"Oh, no, Lionel, I'm not worthy of you doing this." Although the girl was forced to hide behind Fusco, the look she gave him was simply drawing.

Fusco pulled out his spare revolver from behind his waist, looking ready to sacrifice for his confidante, "Listen to me! Get ready!"

With a loud roar, he stood up with guns in both hands and beat the approaching gang gunmen so hard that they fled in panic.

However, the awesomeness only lasted for a few seconds. The scene seemed very exciting, but Fusco had neither Jack's cheats nor Aubrey's headshot shooting skills that were ineffective when they failed.

After a series of bangs, the explosion ended with smoke but no injuries on both sides.

Forced to hide behind the car by the renewed fire from the other side, Fusco glared at the girl beside him angrily, "I told you to run, what are you doing?"

“No, Lionel, we’d rather die together.” Although the girl spoke English, she had a slight Eastern European accent.

"It's really over now." Fusco was changing magazines in a hurry, regretting that he had to install the 13. If he had known earlier, he would have called the FBI for help.

At the critical moment, a black sports car drifted past the street corner like a ghost, made a high-profile appearance amid the sound waves, and rushed straight towards the small square.

The three gang gunmen were unable to react in time. Before they could turn their guns around, the glaring headlights had blinded their eyes.

The Audi R8 left a trail of smoke as it drifted around the fountain in the center of the small square, knocking the three gunmen off their feet with its rear end.

Jack opened the door and got out of the car. Without even looking, he shot a gunman in the knee who was trying to resist. The other two guys who were still wailing instantly became quiet and hurriedly threw their weapons far away.

"Do you always wait until the last minute to show up just to look cool?" Fusco said unhappily, pulling a girl who was taller than him up to Jack.

Jack didn't answer, but watched with an aunt's smile as the girl cupped Fusco's chubby face, leaned over and gave him a deep kiss on the lips. Time seemed to stop at this moment.

"Thank you, Lionel, for everything you have done for me."

Fusco opened his mouth halfway, not reacting for a long time what was happening, until Jack's cell phone rang at an inopportune time.

"Finch, you're calling at a really bad time." Seeing the charming atmosphere broken, Jack sighed, took out his cell phone and answered the call.

"It's urgent, Jack, an emergency. The machine just gave Mr. Reese's number." Finch spoke quickly in a series of words to explain the seriousness of the matter.

"Huh?" Jack was stunned for a moment, "When did Reese get a social security number?"

"It was one of those fake identities I got him. I just tried to contact him but his cell phone signal has died. I'm trying to determine where the signal last went missing."

"Send me the address and I'll go check it out right now."