Chapter 947: Funeral? Battlefield!

Jack did not stay in the hall for long. Although he was wearing a hood and avoided surveillance cameras as much as possible, and even wore special thick-soled shoes, he did not want to be too conspicuous.

They had no intention of destroying the surveillance system. On the contrary, they deliberately exposed themselves to the surveillance system. Although everyone had disguised themselves to a certain extent, this was just a way of covering up one's own mistake.

The purpose of this seemingly reckless raid was not only to obtain internal information of "New Age Technology", but also to deliberately expose the special investigators to the other party.

How to conceal one's identity to the mastermind naturally depends on Reacher's unusual physique, so now everyone else is a supporting role, and the only protagonist is the big guy whose identity can be guessed at a glance even with a mask on.

After using bean bag bullets to clear out the two security guards who rushed over again, Jack left the office building of "New Era Technology" and started running as fast as he could. The SUV they abandoned was also one of the clues. The evacuation vehicle was parked two kilometers away.

Although Dixon rented this Hyundai SUV using a fake identity, if anyone carefully checked, with just a little effort, they would find that the investigation company pointed to by this fake identity was the one she currently works for.

Given the investigative materials they found in the car of professional killer Trevor Saropian, Jack and Reacher believe that this should not be difficult for the mastermind.

The SUV that received the application was Negley's black Range Rover. Jack sat in the driver's seat and started to check the time. At the 11th minute, O'Donnell hurried over carrying a large bag. At the 15th minute, Negley and Dixon also rushed into the trunk, panting, carrying two large bags of hard drives.

"Where's the big guy?" Jack looked in the rearview mirror and didn't see Reacher.

"I don't know, but he told us not to wait for him." Dixon smiled happily after taking off the hood, as if she had not just robbed a defense company, but had grabbed a long-desired product during the Christmas Black Friday shopping spree.

"We should go," O'Donnell urged.

Jack squinted at the three of them, "Are you sure?"

"I don't want to leave either, but he said very seriously before he left that it was an order. I will not disobey the colonel's order. If he says to go, we have to go." Negli looked serious, and the others nodded repeatedly.

Are these ex-GIs so rigid? They had made all the arrangements, and even if it took more than 15 minutes, the NYPD would not take any real action.

Hearing the sirens coming from afar, Jack subconsciously released the handbrake. Just a few seconds after he stepped on the accelerator, the Land Rover Range Rover had just rushed out less than 20 meters when a figure like a giant bear crashed through the fence of the parking lot and rushed onto the road.

Jack, who had been keeping an eye on the rearview mirror, stepped on the brakes and the Land Rover stopped, leaving two long ruts.

Reacher opened the passenger door and walked in. He pulled off his ski mask and saw that his hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat. "I can't believe you were planning to leave me behind."

Jack opened his mouth subconsciously, then turned around to look at the three special investigators who were snickering, and shook his head speechlessly, "A bunch of big-eyed idiots."

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On a hill not far from Brooklyn's industrial area is Green-Wood Cemetery, a 478-acre cemetery with a history of nearly 200 years.

It was already early morning. Everyone was dressed in black formal attire and stood solemnly. In front of them was a coffin covered with the American flag.

On a shelf next to the statue of the Virgin Mary was a large photograph of Calvin Franz in military uniform standing in front of the American flag, with several wreaths of flowers next to him.

Franz's wife Angela held a red rose in her hand and gazed at her husband's coffin with sorrowful eyes. Their still somewhat ignorant son Macky stood beside her with an uneasy expression, his little hands tightly grasping the hem of his mother's black windbreaker.

Six soldiers in army uniforms stood on either side of the coffin, and a priest began to chant, "We are here to bury Calvin Franz, dust to dust, earth to earth, let the deceased rest in peace, let the living be liberated, eh."

There were also believers among the relatives who attended the funeral. After the pastor finished chanting, they all made the sign of the cross on their chests.

The priest stepped aside, and a commander walked to the front of the coffin and saluted solemnly. At the same time, the special investigators led by Reacher all straightened their bodies and raised their right hands to salute.

The army soldiers on both sides of the coffin leaned over at the same time, picked up the American flag on the coffin and pulled it straight.

"Gun squad, stand at attention!"

“Stand by.”

"preparation!"

"Raise the gun!"

As commands were given, seven army soldiers not far away pointed their M7 carbines at the sky.

"Fire!" With the order, the blank bullets were fired. The crisp sound of gunfire resounded over the cemetery, startling a flock of crows.

"preparation!"

"Raise the gun!"

The command will sound again and the whole process will be repeated 21 times.

Jack was not a soldier so he did not need to raise his hand to salute. As he bowed his head in silence, he felt a surge of uneasiness in his heart. He subconsciously looked up at the end of the road not far away.

There was a Suburban parked there, and inside were Jiejie and Hannah, who had been secretly accompanying Franz and his mother to protect them over the past few days.

The door of the Suburban was suddenly opened, and Hannah and Jiejie jumped out of the car holding Noveske N4 assault rifles, pointing to the other side of the cemetery.

Jack's eyelids jumped, and he looked in the direction of the two women's guns towards a corner of the cemetery, where a bush was swaying without wind.

"Get down!"

Jack pushed Reacher hard, and the big guy just staggered slightly. He used the reverse force to knock down the mother and child on the other side.

Almost at the same time, a bullet whizzed in and shattered the glass frame of Calvin Franz's portrait.

At the same time, Jiejie and Hannah also opened fire with their Noveske N4s, and they fired continuously, not aiming to hit the target but just to attract the attacker's firepower.

Gunshots rang out all at once. Although the Noveske N4 belongs to the same AR gun family as the assault rifle used by the attacker, the sound of the subsonic bullet it uses when fired is slightly dull, so Jack can distinguish them clearly.

Although the number of enemies could not be seen clearly for the time being, it was obvious that there were more than two attackers, because Jiejie and Hannah were soon suppressed behind the front of the car and could not raise their heads. The dense gunfire turned the funeral scene into a battlefield in an instant.

But thanks to the two of them reacting promptly, they forced the other side to fire only one shot before turning the gun around and fighting back, and there were no casualties at the funeral.

There were about thirty or forty relatives and friends of Franz who came to mourn. In addition to special investigators such as Reacher, there were also several retired soldiers.

In addition, there were more than a dozen honor guard soldiers who came to the funeral, but they did not carry any weapons, and the ceremonial M1 carbines were loaded with blank bullets.

But the advantage of having soldiers on the scene was that the crowd could be evacuated in a timely and orderly manner. Jack protected Franz's wife and children and hid behind an old tree that was so thick that three people could hug it. Soon, a soldier and a relative rushed up to rescue them without hesitation.

"Take them away from here." Jack yelled and handed his pistol to the soldier. He pulled out the FK7.5 from his waist and untied the special folding buttstock from his belt.

The special accessories of his spare gun have not been used for a long time. The last time he used this spoon-shaped folding butt was to deal with those inhuman "ogres".