Chapter 301 Angry Hawkeye

The so-called security contractor is similar to the logistics contractor. The latter is also called a cook, and the former is naturally a security guard. Of course, being called a security contractor is also quite high-level.

The task Jack assigned to Braxton was to go to a bar in town tonight to see if he could make friends with the security guards at the drilling camp and glean some information.

"There are 12 of them in total, divided into two groups, one for day shift and one for night shift. They rotate once a week. They all signed a contract with a Texas oil company."

Late at night, Jack, Jane and Corey Lambert, who had been staying in the small hotel, finally waited for the drunken Braxton. He lived up to expectations and struck up a relationship with the drilling security guards who came to the town bar to have fun.

"They're all a bunch of vile bastards. After two rounds of drinks, I got in touch with them."

"Is there any noteworthy information?" Jack twisted a towel soaked in cold water and threw it to him.

"A few, though they're tight-lipped, a couple of the dog bastards have brains no bigger than a hamster, and they've been stalking the native Indian girls, especially the young ones."

Braxton took the towel and covered his face, immediately feeling refreshed.

"Let me think about what the original words said."

"There's nothing, nothing to do, not even a watch to pay for in this bloody cold place, just dirty Indian women, fat and stupid."

"Then I added that there are some young girls in the town who are not bad, but it's not easy to get out after sex. Their expressions were like this at the time."

Braxton showed a look that could only be comprehended, and he was quite imitative, wanting someone to punch him in the face.

Jane on the side shook her head, "This doesn't mean anything. Without actual evidence, I can't even apply for a search warrant."

"No, no, no, you don't understand. Although they didn't talk about Natalie, one guy followed my words and said that they met a pretty guy three years ago. He was only fifteen years old, and then he was covered up. Shut up."

Before Braxton finished his sentence, Corey Lambert, who was a little absent-minded, grabbed his collar.

"Say what you just said again!"

Corey's eyes were tearing apart, he stared at Braxton, and asked word by word.

But "Hawkeye" was obviously not as strong as "The Punisher", and he was pinned to the sofa with a backhand.

"Hey hey hey, calm down old guy, I've heard about you, otherwise I wouldn't have paid attention to this, so wake up, where do you think I'm from?"

"What else did they say?" Corey's face was livid, veins popped up on his neck, and he was still trying to struggle.

"No, but I found out the name of that big-mouthed man. His name is Pete. We can find a way to tie him out now. I have a hundred ways to open his mouth."

Seeing that Corey finally calmed down, Braxton let go of him, but Jane on the side stopped.

"Damn, are you discussing crime in front of an FBI?" she said, pointing to Jack.

"And you, have you forgotten that you are also a federal agent!"

Jack was stunned, and thought that he hadn't participated in the conspiracy yet, so he counted himself in?

"Did you forget the one you killed with my pistol today?" Seeing his innocent expression, Jane looked angry.

"I saved you at the time!" Jack was about to quibble, feeling Jane's aura rising, he quickly raised his hands in a French military salute.

"Okay, I'll write your shooting report later to make sure there are no flaws."

"In addition, Mr. Lambert, I suggest you stay calm for a moment. Everything is still in the doubt stage. Act according to the original plan tomorrow. I guarantee that you will get an answer that satisfies you."

After speaking, Jack signaled Braxton to keep an eye on Corey, and pulled Jane out of the room.

Anyway, Aaliyah will go home to accompany her parents tonight, and Braxton is also guarding the empty "boudoir" alone. It is better to use waste and let the two sleep in the same room so as to keep an eye on Corey and prevent him from impulsive bad things.

After entering Jane's room, he used the laptop she brought to complete a report. Jack then withdrew his attention, only to find the girl sitting aside, wiping the tears on her cheeks with the back of her hand.

Alas, someone lamented in his heart. After coaxing the old, he still had to coax the young. What kind of trouble did he have to do today?

"Okay, speak your mind."

"I'm a complete idiot, aren't I?"

Because of being sprayed with pepper spray on the face during the day, the girl developed a red rash around the eye sockets, and she shed tears for a long time just now, and the eye circles are already swollen out of shape.

It's not easy for a pretty girl to come to this barren land, suffer from cold, fever and wolf spray.

But Jack chose to say it bluntly, "You are a rookie, and you can be forgiven for making mistakes."

Jane burst out crying, which startled him. It seemed that she had been holding it in for a long time.

"You bastard, you are also a rookie. Don't think I don't know. You have only served as a police officer in Los Angeles for less than a year."

Jack suddenly turned serious, "You investigate me."

Jian Jian, who was still sobbing, was frightened by him, "I was just curious. I saw your name when I was checking the files, and then I retrieved some LAPD case files through the FBI system."

Halfway through her words, she saw Jack couldn't help but slightly raise the corners of his mouth.

"Fake, you lied to me again." Before she could finish her words, Jack grabbed her bastard fist that she was swinging randomly.

It’s the hardest thing to bear the kindness of a beauty. At this time, why doesn’t he understand the girl’s little thoughts? Although she is a little disfigured now, the Scarlet Witch is only a little disfigured. She was still in her prime when she was in her mid-twenties. The pinnacle PLUS version.

Thinking of the two crumbling grape trellises in his backyard, Jack could only forcefully restrain his mind and said seriously.

"You have done a good job. If you were replaced by an ordinary detective, you might just come and go through the process in a perfunctory manner. It is impossible to get the approval of an old sheriff of the reservation so quickly. Sheriff Ben Shaw's respect for you Attitude actually says it all.”

"What about your approval?" Jane bit her lip and whispered softly, but her "charming" expression coupled with her almost glowing red lightbulb eyes directly made Jack lose.

He pushed the girl's shoulders hard, turned her 180 degrees, and then pushed the confused girl all the way into the bathroom, facing the makeup mirror on the sink.

The next second, Jack was forced out of the room by Jane after a short and sharp scream.

"I think what you need now is to have a good rest tomorrow morning."

Before he could finish speaking, the door was slammed shut.