Chapter 939 Chopping melons and vegetables

This construction site covers a large area. It should be a facility similar to a school or a small sports stadium. The auxiliary building part has been basically completed, but the scaffolding has not been removed. There is a large open space in the middle, which is full of construction materials and various construction vehicles.

"Run!"

With Reacher's order, the five people quickly ran to the steel fence gate outside the construction site. Reacher looked at the thumb-thick chain on the gate and squatted on the spot. Dixon stepped on his arm and easily turned over.

Jack followed the same method and sent Negley over. Looking back, he saw O'Donnell, who was not as tall as Negley, jumping twice on the spot but couldn't reach the top of the fence gate. He was about to go up to help.

As a result, Reacher took two steps forward, holding the belt around his waist like an adult grabbing a child, and almost threw him through the steel fence gate.

"Do you need help?" Seeing the big guy looking at him with ill intention, Jack jumped up directly on the spot, grabbed the top of the fence gate with one hand, and lifted himself into the air with the strength of only one arm.

When he climbed over the fence, he used his other hand to lift the hem of his windbreaker to avoid being caught, and then he did a light kite flip and completed the whole set of actions in a standard Marvel hero landing posture.

"Wow, Chinese Kung Fu!" O'Donnell had just gotten up from the ground and was patting his windbreaker. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but exclaimed.

Then Reacher also turned over in a few moves with agility that didn't match his body size. "It seems that they are the same as we thought. Only one of the three people who got off the car had a gun."

That was a fist-to-fist fight. Jack picked up a rebar thrown on the ground with his toes and grabbed it in his hand and handed it to Negley.

"Thank you." The black sister took the rebar and waved it twice, making a buzzing sound of air being torn.

Everyone hid behind an excavator, watching seven malicious thugs climb over the fence one by one. The gang looked around and took out their switchblades.

Jack frowned. These guys looked a bit inferior. Although they looked fierce, they were just the kind of desperate street thugs. They didn't seem to be the terrorists he had expected.

He took out the Osprey silencer to load the Glock 20, flashed out from behind the excavator, and shot the leader, Scarface, in the right shoulder in the horrified eyes of these thugs.

Scarface screamed, and the pistol in his hand, which was also equipped with a silencer, fell to the ground. He knelt on one knee, covering his bleeding shoulder.

"OK, the next game will be fair." Jack put away his pistol with a smile, and Reacher and his men also walked out from behind the excavator and stood on both sides of him.

"Tell me who sent you here, and you will have a chance to go to prison to reflect." A trace of murderous intent flashed across Reacher's face.

The remaining six thugs were frightened by the momentum of the five men on the opposite side. Seeing Jack put away his pistol, their courage seemed to return all of a sudden. No one said anything, but instead they tightened their daggers and leaned forward slightly to show that they were ready to go.

They still had six people, and there were only five on the opposite side, including two women. Although the big guy looked very good at fighting, it was not impossible to fight him.

The night was as dark as ink. Under the dim light of the street lamps in the distance, the two groups fought silently.

For Jack now, beating an ordinary strong man was not even as troublesome as making a hard dish. He slightly turned sideways to avoid a stab and stretched out his hand to grab the opponent's wrist.

He felt a sharp pain in his wrist as if it was clamped by a hydraulic clamp. The thug looked up in horror at the strange-looking square-chinned mustache.

Although it was a melee, Jack didn't want to be too shocking. He twisted the dagger off the guy's hand, threw him to the ground with a back throw, and cut the carotid sinus with his palm, instantly subduing one of them.

When he looked up at the others, Reacher had already smashed the nose of a thug with a headbutt, and Negley was waving a rebar to beat her opponent to the ground.

O'Donnell fought very dirty. He wore brass knuckles on his right hand and held a switchblade in his left hand, but he was in a boxing stance.

He was not tall and his movements were very agile. When he beat people, he hit them all under the ribs. The brass knuckles on his right hand punched continuously, smashing the opponent's defensive arm. The switchblade hidden in his left hand had already popped out the blade, and a few quick stabs completed the bleeding work.

Dixon was probably the worst fighter among the few, but his level was above that of an average person. His fighting moves were well-organized, but he was a little restrained against the dagger with his bare hands. It was not until Nigley finished dealing with his opponent and threw away the rebar in his hand that she completely gained the upper hand.

With a tooth-grinding fracture sound, Reacher twisted his opponent's arm and looked up to see Jack taking out his Glock 20 again. He was shocked and turned his head to look in the direction he was facing.

I saw that the scarred face who was knocked to the ground by Jack at the beginning had picked up the pistol on the ground with his left hand and pointed it at Dixon who was still fighting with others with resentment.

He didn't have time to think about it, and he flew to knock the thug in front of Dixon away, and directly brought Dixon down and protected her under his body.

There was a slight sound, and there was a bloody hole on the bridge of the scarred face's nose. The bullet penetrated his brain stem and ended his life instantly.

Almost at the same time, a switchblade also flew over and stabbed him in the chest. Obviously, Jack was not the only one who kept an eye on the entire battlefield.

"Is everyone okay?" Reacher pulled Dixon up from the ground. The latter's eyes were moving and his expression was strange, as if what he had just experienced was not a physical fight, but another literal "physical fight".

"It's just a small scene, not even as loud as the noise my wife made in the kitchen." O'Donnell took a few steps forward, pulled the switchblade from Scarface's chest, and wiped it on his clothes.

"What's wrong with you? Where did that pretentious playboy go? Now you're talking about either your child or your wife."

Reacher found a small wound on Dixon's trembling chest caused by a dagger, and subconsciously wanted to take action, but found it wrong and quickly took it back.

"I've been tamed." O'Donnell spread his hands helplessly, and put away his brass knuckles with a shake of his wrist.

At this time, Jack had picked up the rebar on the ground, walked quickly to the man who was knocked away by Reacher, stepped on his chest, and stabbed it hard.

The sharp end of the rebar rubbed the man's temple and stabbed into the soil, scaring him half to death.

"Who sent you?" Jack pulled out the rebar and slowly aimed it at his right eye.

"I don't know, it was that guy, he hired us. We are locals!" The thugs were so scared that they dared not move, their eyes widened, and they pointed in the direction of the scarred man.

"He gave each of us 20,000 yuan, saying that if we kill all of you, he will give you another 30,000 yuan afterwards. Please don't kill me, I have children to support!"