Chapter 942 Numbers Again

The big guy obviously ignored that not everyone has the big heart of veterans like them, and they take life and death as a matter of course.

Nigli and Dixon comforted Milena for a long time before she stopped sobbing. O'Donnell asked before the big man could speak before he could still try to explain.

"We want to find out the real culprit behind the scenes, so we came to ask for your help. Do you know that Sanchez and Orozco have recently been in contact with Calvin Franz or Tony Swan?"

"Yes, Franz was here a few weeks ago, in this bar. They haven't seen each other for a long time. Everyone was very happy. I even took pictures of them."

Milena wiped away her tears with her fingers, hurriedly took out her phone and opened the photo album. In the photo, Franz was sitting in the middle, with Sanchez and Orozco holding his shoulders. All three of them had smiles on their faces as they reunited after a long absence.

The girl continued, "Sanchez said they were working together on a case."

"What case?" Jack asked quickly.

"He didn't tell me." Milena shook her head and looked at the photos on her phone dreamily, tears flowing out again.

"Where's Swann? He hasn't been here?" Jack continued to ask.

Milena still shook her head, looking away from the phone screen, "He didn't come to Atlantic City, but I heard them mention his name. I'm sorry, I only know you through Sanchez's introduction and photos. You have never found Fran. "

Even Lei Che was silent now. Seeing everyone's weird expressions, the girl suddenly understood everything, "God, what happened to them?"

Dixon held her hand, "My dear, we are looking for you to find out the real murderer. We need your help. Think carefully and tell us everything you remember."

Milena covered her face and was completely panicked. At this time, the black bartender who had been paying attention to the situation here brought a bottle of tequila, "Guys, I think you need this."

Seeing that Jack was about to take out his wallet again, the black bartender removed the tray and said, "I invited this. Sanchez and Orozco are also our friends."

As the strong drink entered her throat, Milena's mood finally stabilized, "I'm not sure if it's useful, but the last time I saw José (Sanchez), he was sitting on the stool over there.

I remember he answered a phone call, it must have been a very important phone call. "

"Did you hear anything?" Lei Che bent down slightly and asked in a low voice.

"I remember he repeated two numbers, and then he looked very surprised, or worried, I'm not sure. Then he said he had something to leave, but there was no news from then on." Milena spoke quickly. He spoke faster and faster, and his emotions became aroused again.

"What number?" Dixon asked hurriedly.

"Yeah, of course, he said, '650, 100,000 each,' and I didn't know what that meant."

After the girl finished speaking, the tears in her eyes flowed down again, but this time she didn't bother to wipe them away. Instead, she looked at everyone with hope, hoping that the information she provided would be helpful.

"Are you sure it's these two numbers?" Rachel stared into her eyes with the same gaze.

"Of course!" Milena repeated the two numbers in a very firm tone, looking directly at Rachel, "Will you forget the last words the person you love said to you?"

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After leaving the bar, it was already dark and everyone was exhausted. Dixon made a small fortune today and opened a presidential suite in a star-rated hotel that could accommodate everyone.

"Let's just find a small hotel." Rachel looked a little awkward looking at the luxurious suite, and felt uncomfortable all over.

"The other party should not dare to attack directly in such a public place, and the casino and hotel have their own security. I don't want to get into another fight with the chasing killer, at least until I wake up."

O'Donnell yawned lazily, found a room and went to sleep.

"If you really can't adapt, I can ask the hotel to help you bring a park bench." Nigli mocked her old boss before closing the door, as if this had become a kind of fun for her.

Jack gestured to Dixon on his chest, telling her not to forget to take care of the wound, then took out his laptop and went back to the room.

He still had a lot of things to deal with before going to bed. The investigation in New York had already taken shape, and he needed to synchronize the progress of both parties.

After dealing with all this, it was already dark, and the movement next door finally ended. It should be that Reacher, who was called into the room to help treat the wound, was tricked into bed by Dixon.

Exercise is one of the best ways to relieve stress, and exercise in bed is also exercise.

After taking off his disguise, Jack took a shower and went straight to bed. He didn't get up until three o'clock in the morning and called room service. When the waiter brought him lunch, others got up one after another.

"Shit, who are you?" O'Donnell, who was still yawning, opened the door and saw Jack sitting in the living room eating lunch, and subconsciously took out his thumb.

Jack was also stunned for a moment, thinking, does this person have some kind of amnesia? It wasn't until he subconsciously touched his face that he realized that the prosthesis used to disguise his mouth was not installed, and his mustache was not attached.

"It's me, Jack. It seems that my disguise yesterday was quite successful." He couldn't help but feel a little proud.

O'Donnell's eyes widened, and he maintained a shocked expression for a long time, "Jack? How old are you?"

Jack's young face is actually somewhat disconnected from his daily words and deeds. People who have been with him for a long time may not feel this way, but O'Donnell's first impression of him is the square chin and mustache last night.

But now he is not only not disguised on his face, but also not wearing formal clothes. He is wearing a T-shirt for sleeping. At first glance, he looks like a big boy who has just entered college. The contrast is really a bit big.

"Almost thirty." Jack made up a lie, not wanting to hit the old man's self-esteem too much. At this time, Nigley, who heard the noise, also opened the door and left the room, also looking like he didn't sleep well.

"I need a big cup of strong black coffee, please." She waved to O'Donnell who was fiddling with the coffee machine in the water bar listlessly.

"If you are hungry, you can try the seafood set meal here. The lobster meat is very fresh."

Jack, who was feasting, suggested. At this time, the door of a suite next to him also opened. Dixon, who was refreshed, came out first, followed by Reacher, who was a little depressed.

The former was as happy as a little girl who had fulfilled a wish, and greeted everyone with a smile, "Hi, good morning, uh, or maybe good afternoon, we need to talk about what happened last night."

"Everyone in the hotel knows what happened last night." O'Donnell pointed at his dark circles with a sad face and handed a cup of coffee to Negley.

European and American girls never hesitate about such things, but Dixon still "irresponsibly" pushed all the responsibilities to Reacher, "I said you made too much noise."

Reacher smiled innocently, very aware of taking the blame, "Dixon means that we should summarize the current clues."

"The clues are all here, take a look yourself." Jack pushed the computer in front of him towards them, on which was the mind map that Alice had just made.

This thing is an electronic upgraded version of the evidence board, and it looks similar. The identity of the scarface who died in Jack's hands last night has been confirmed, and the photo has also been hung up, Trevor Saropian, a New Yorker.