Chapter 935 Frances Negley

Dinigli

Near noon, the doorbell on the door of the small office building of the wanted criminal group, which had hardly been used since it was pressed, rang.

Usually, whether Jack and his friends come back or have familiar friends over for a meal, they usually drive along the driveway directly to the underground parking lot, where there is a facial recognition access control.

As long as someone appears in the gated area, regardless of whether they have visitor rights or not, everyone in the wanted criminal team will be prompted on their mobile phones and can see the person's appearance through the real-time screen.

The door had a similar setting. After Jack confirmed the identity of the visitor, the door slowly opened, and a black Range Rover slowly drove in. Jack opened the door and faced a mixed-race woman in her 30s who got out of the car. Nod slightly.

"Frances Niggly?"

"The big guy said your name is Jack too? Fortunately, we always call him Reacher." The visitor greeted Jack very familiarly.

Her skin color is not too dark, and although she is tall enough to play basketball, she does not look slow. On the contrary, she has a lean figure, and her walking behavior makes people feel like a female leopard ready to go.

"Yes, I'm used to people calling me by my name." Jack led people into the house and directly to the backyard.

Frances Niggly's eyes flashed with cunning, and she looked at the furnishings in the house with feigned curiosity, "What exactly is this place? Is it a secret base of federal agents? I saw at least 20 cameras outside."

"Your guess is very close. In fact, our professions are similar. We are both good at finding people and solving cases." Jack smiled mysteriously.

This Negli doesn't know Jack, but Jack does know her. If he hadn't intervened and saved Joey in Margrave Town, then the helper Rachel found to avenge his brother should have been this person. .

This eldest sister was originally a sergeant major in the Army. Before joining the army, she worked at a gas station. Her family was not very good. She learned a lot while working under Reacher and became a successful private detective after she retired.

The two came to the vegetable garden in the backyard and saw Rachel with his back to them, squatting in front of a pumpkin vine as if he was studying something.

"Major?"

The moment he saw Reacher, Niggli was a little excited and even had tears in his eyes.

"Nigley, long time no see." Reacher turned around, his expression unusually calm.

"I rushed over as soon as I received your call." Nigli hesitated, and subconsciously glanced at Jack next to him.

Reacher's cheeks twitched and he gave a forced smile, "Jack is one of our own. If he joins the army, I will invite him to join the 110 Special Investigation Team."

Jack smiled back, "Although I was probably under 17 at the time you mentioned, I'm still deeply honored." The minimum enlistment age in the United States is 17.

Nigli's eyes widened at the side. Although Jack's face looked tender, she herself had a baby face, and her skin color could not tell her age at all. But she was actually in her 30s. She didn't expect Jack to be like this. young.

The three of them returned to the house, Jack made a pot of tea, each of them poured a cup and then talked about business.

"Sorry, I was busy with a case before. After receiving your message, I had time to check my mailbox and found that Franz left me several messages a few weeks ago and wanted to get some information from me. ”

When he said these words, Nigri's expression looked slightly gloomy, and there was a faint flash of light in his eyes.

"I figured he couldn't get through to me, so he turned to Sanchez and Orozco, who ran a firm in Atlantic City."

"It's not your fault." Lei Che comforted him firmly.

"I know, I know." Perhaps because they were both soldiers, both Reacher and Niggly were extremely restrained and did not express too much sadness like ordinary people when talking about the death of their friends.

"What are you going to do next? Let other police officers handle the cases of our friends?" Nigli glanced at Jack.

Although she didn't know Jack's identity before, when she walked into this small building, even a dull ordinary person must have realized that something was wrong. After all, the FBI's logo was posted everywhere, including the one placed on the table by Jack. on the laptop.

Although the large kitchen next to the living room looks a bit out of place, what is posted on the small blackboard hanging on the wall is not a recipe, but the crossed-out portraits of wanted criminals.

"Jack is not counted as other police officers. He is the FBI and also my friend. He rescued my brother and possibly me in Margrave Town more than 2 years ago."

Knowing that Rachel was not very good at praising others, Jack accepted the compliment with satisfaction even though he spoke very briefly.

Niggly looked at Jack with a bit more curiosity and exploration, "I thought you were sent by the FBI to monitor the big guy."

Jack shrugged, "You're right to think so. I have to ask him to keep it in check, otherwise his photo will be posted on the wall over there soon."

"Then it depends on who our opponent is." Nigli said vaguely, and then looked at Reacher.

“I contacted David O’Donnell and Caiola Dixon and the calls went to voicemail and I left messages for both of them.

There is also Tony Swann. I don’t have his phone number. I only know that he lives in Queens. O’Donnell has a closer relationship with him and should have his home address. "

The three names mentioned by Nigley were all investigators of the 110th Special Investigation Team of the Army Military Police, and they were Reacher's subordinates.

Including Franz, Sanchez and Orozco who have been confirmed dead, and Larry who died in a car accident a few years ago, there are a total of 9 people in this team. Reacher was a major at the time and was responsible for leading them.

A trace of murderous intent appeared in the big guy's eyes, "In other words, except for you, we can't contact anyone else?"

"Do you want me to arrange people to find and protect them?" Jack felt his scalp tingling. What kind of bad luck did this 110 Special Investigation Team encounter? Was it really being sought for revenge?

Reacher shook his head, "This is not right. I know the ability of my people. If they find themselves in a dangerous situation, they will definitely find a way to contact each other as soon as possible, instead of being killed one by one quietly.

O'Donnell and Dixon should be fine. Can you check Swan's address?"

Jack didn't know how capable the special investigators were, but the jobs they did after retiring were basically related to investigators, either private detectives or corporate security consultants.

The NYPD soon sent Tony Swan's address. Jack disguised himself again and went to Queens with them in the Land Rover driven by Negley.

Queens was less crowded than Manhattan Island. Tony Swan's home was located in a fairly good middle-class community. It was a townhouse, and the living environment was much more comfortable than a high-rise apartment.