Chapter 957 Parking Lot Battle (Two in One)

"If there's anything else I can do to help, just ask." After sending everyone out of the police station, Finlay took the initiative to extend his hand to Reacher.

Since arriving in New York, Reacher, who had kept a straight face most of the time, rarely smiled. The joy of seeing his old friends again diluted the sadness and anger that had been lingering in his heart these days.

"You have already helped. Please pay attention to safety during this time."

Reacher's eyes fell on Finlay's left hand, and his smile became even wider, "I noticed that you are still wearing a wedding ring."

"It's just a habit. Although I still think about the past from time to time, I have gradually gotten over it." Finlay showed a relieved smile.

The reason why this old black police detective originally appeared in Margrave Town was because his wife died of a serious illness. He attributed the reason to his neglect of his family. The guilt made Finlay choose a kind of self-exile. life.

"I have now learned to exercise and no longer eat a pure vegetarian diet. Speaking of which, I went back to Margrave Town not long ago. The changes there have been great, and Roscoe even gave me a dog as a gift."

Seeing that the smile on his face turned a little weird, Jack and Reacher suddenly felt something bad in their hearts, "You really have a dog?"

What did this guy say when we parted ways in Margrave Town?

"Yes, I call him Jack, and he eats as much as you two." Finlay smiled happily.

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Because everyone still had things to do, the reminiscing with Finlay didn't take too long. Jack left him an address before leaving. Boston was not too far from New York. He invited him to drive over and spend the weekend together if he had nothing to do. .

"Can you just find a motel on the road and rest for the night? I'll go crazy if you don't change out of these clothes." Nigli looked as if he had fleas, and he looked uncomfortable all over his body.

Reacher took it easy, knowing that she was not used to wearing formal clothes like him, "We can stay overnight in New Haven, and tomorrow morning you and Dixon will assist the FBI in finding Marlo Burns and her daughter, Jack and I, and O'Donnell takes a trip to Washington DC."

O'Donnell was a little surprised, "What are we going to DC for?"

"Of course, go to DHS and show your face so that Senator Lavoie can find us and transfer your family. We have to prevent the other party from jumping over the wall." Before Jack finished speaking, his phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was Danny. Reagan called.

The conversation between the two didn't last long. After Jack hung up the phone, he looked at Reacher curiously, "Have you always carried the anonymous mobile phone you found on that professional killer?"

"Yes, I'm worried that someone can't find me. What's wrong?" A murderous look flashed across Reacher's face.

Jack smiled happily, "As you wish, a former NYPD police superintendent tried to locate the number through an old friend who was monitored by us. I said we were on the I-90 highway heading towards New York. It should be very close. Someone will come to your door soon.”

"I'm looking forward to it." Rachel smiled ferociously, "I'm hungry and want to eat something before I beat someone up."

An hour later, the Porsche Cayenne and Firebird drove into the parking lot of a steak restaurant next to the highway, and Niggli couldn't wait to get out of the car.

"Let me use the bathroom first. I can't wait to change out of this thing."

"Then what? Do you want to be like a sociopath and throw your clothes into the trash can?" O'Donnell opened the trunk of the Cayenne and handed her several clothes bags without forgetting to tease her.

"Otherwise? Do you want to wear it?" Nigli retorted.

O'Donnell patted his butt cheekily, "It's not impossible. A top-notch butt like mine might look better on you than it does on you."

Jack was still a little confused when he got out of the car. He didn't find any suspicious vehicles following them along the way. So how did the other party plan to deal with them when they inquired about his location?

The first time in Atlantic City it was a professional killer with a few local gangsters, the second time it was a professional gunman at a funeral, and he was quite looking forward to what kind of people would come the third time.

In order to avenge his Hellcat, he prepared an assault rifle in the trunk of the Firebird in advance.

The sound of a motorcycle engine suddenly sounded, and seven or eight Harley-Davidsons slowly drove into the parking lot, surrounding a few people who had just gotten off the car and were about to walk into the restaurant.

That's it? Several question marks slowly appeared on Jack's head and he looked at the others. Reacher and the other three special investigators also had expressions similar to his.

No wonder he didn't notice anyone following him. The person he was with didn't come by car at all. He didn't pay attention to the few Harleys that passed by just now.

Although I roughly guessed that the other party would not be able to create any big scenes around New York, hiring a motorcycle gang was a bit too low. At least they had a few serious civilian AR rifles last time.

"I hate ruining other people's prom nights, but since someone paid a big price, please hand over your guns." The leader, a strong white man, took off his helmet and pointed a ridiculous little revolver at the couple. people.

"Why do you think we have guns?" Reacher looked around, the originally murderous expression on his face now showing a bit of helplessness and disappointment.

"Of course someone told me, right Rachel?" The leading white man winked, and several of the motorcycle gang members around him took out their pistols and pointed them at everyone.

"Let me guess, the other party claims to be Swann, right?" Reacher shook his head slightly at Jack and signaled him not to use the gun. The other party's behavior obviously did not want to make a big fuss.

I just don't know whether the other party's order to this motorcycle gang is to knock them out and take them away or to kill them all on the spot.

"You have too many questions." The motorcycle gang leader tilted his head slightly, and a female gang member with tattoos all over her neck came forward with a bag.

He flipped his wrist and threw his small revolver into the bag first, showing a sinister smile, "10 against 5, I always pay attention to fairness."

Jack looked at Negley and Dixon who were already tearing up the slits of their skirts with great interest, and shook his head speechlessly. Although his outfit was not the most expensive, it was less than 10,000. Besides, this is in America, isn't it normal to shoot at each other with guns?

This group of motorcycle gangs are all riding Harleys. How cool it is for the governor to hold a short-barreled shotgun that can be loaded in a circle. In this case, he will not have any psychological pressure to fire back with a Noveske N4.

However, considering that the Hellcat was still in the repair shop, and he only had one precious Firebird left, Jack sighed and pulled out his pistol from his waist. He would wait until the new car was in place for gunfights and car chases.

As for the FK7.5 hidden in the ankle holster, he would not hand it over. He always had to be on guard.

The guys from the motorcycle gang did not come up to search them. Seeing that several people had cooperated to hand over their pistols, they also threw their pistols into the bag, and then took out various weapons such as knives and steel pipes and surrounded them.

The two ladies had kicked off their high heels, and Dixon held one of them in his hand, using the thin high heels as a weapon.

The three men took off their ties and unbuttoned their shirts. The five people moved their feet and stood back to back, surrounded by 10 motorcycle gang members. The atmosphere around them became more and more tense.

"They say you're smart and good at fighting." The motorcycle gang leader took off his nail-studded leather jacket and wrapped it around his wrist, then stood in front of Reacher.

He was as big as Reacher, and the two were about the same height, which made the scene in front of him look like a king vs. a general vs. a general.

Unfortunately, Jack didn't follow the moral code of martial arts. Before the other side finished speaking, he smiled at a gang member holding a dagger in front of him, and kicked him in his confused eyes.

Don't raise your legs high in a fight, as it's easy for others to seize the opportunity. The chain flying kicks in Taekwondo look very handsome, but they also die quickly.

Jack used a downward kick, and kicked the right knee of this younger brother into a dislocated joint. The sudden scream made the motorcycle gang leader standing opposite Reacher subconsciously look at this side.

Reacher, who also didn't follow the moral code of martial arts, hit him hard on the forehead with a headbutt, officially starting the melee mode.

Just as the two big guys were hitting each other with their fists, Jack had already grabbed the right hand of the gangster holding the knife, forcibly turned his wrist, and stabbed the dagger into his lower abdomen, quickly killing one of them.

O'Donnell still fought in the same style as before, ducking slightly to avoid the baseball bat swung by the opponent, and then hit the opponent's armpit with the brass knuckles in his right hand, hitting the opponent stiffly while the switchblade in his left hand showed its sharpness, a brutal kidney shot that made people shudder.

Negley and Dixon are both serious military fighting techniques, and their every move can show traces of boxing, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and even Krav Maga.

They suffered a little when facing armed male opponents, especially Negley, who was unarmed. When facing two opponents attacking her at the same time, she was quite difficult to resist, and she was hit by a heavy punch in the lower abdomen without paying attention.

Jack took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed the back of the neck of a sturdy man who was waving a steel pipe and was about to smash her head, pulled the guy in front of him, and grabbed his right hand holding the steel pipe with his other hand and twisted it backwards to disarm him.

"Next." Jack threw the steel pipe to Negley, and hit the sturdy man's throat with a backhand knife.

The Adam's apple cartilage was deformed by the heavy blow, causing the trachea behind to be blocked. The sturdy man knelt on the ground with his neck covered, and his face instantly turned liver-colored.

Negley, who got the weapon, was immediately assisted by God. In the whistling sound of breaking wind, he knocked a guy holding a dagger and made him scream.

Dixon, who was originally back-to-back with Negley to fight two against three, suddenly felt the pressure relieved. She bent down and sideways to avoid the opponent's dagger stabbing at her, and swung the high heels in her hand with all her strength.

The heels of her high heels were more than ten centimeters long, not only long but also extremely sharp, and easily pierced the opponent's right eye.

At this time, a motorcycle engine sounded, and a Harley roared towards Reacher. The female member of the motorcycle gang who had just taken the bag and confiscated the pistols of several people sat in the back seat, waving an iron chain in her hand.

Reacher turned around and raised his hand, and the iron chain wrapped around his arm twice. The Harley passed by him, and the woman on the back seat was directly pulled down by him.

The big guy pulled her up from the ground with a strong pull, stared at the woman who was almost scared to pee, and the fist that was almost the same size as her face did not fall after all. He pushed her hard and sent her to the battle group of Negley and Dixon.

Dixon had just taken a dagger from the man who was blinded by her and stabbed him several times in the back. At this time, he was full of murderous intent. Reacher was embarrassed to hit a woman, but she had no scruples.

The woman thrown by Reacher was hit in the face with a "return your beautiful punch".

The Harley motorcycle that was just rushing towards Reacher turned its head with a drift on the spot. Seeing the girl he was riding being beaten into a pig's head, the rider was furious and stepped on the accelerator to rush towards the crowd, not caring at all about his teammates among them.

At this time, Jack was grabbing the wrists of a strong man and twisting his arms into a knot. Seeing Harley turning around and preparing to rush over, he kneed the man's jaw, grabbed his collar with one hand, grabbed the belt at the back of his waist with the other hand, and lifted the 200-pound strong man up.

In the driver's horrified eyes, his teammate's huge body turned into a black shadow that became bigger and bigger, and finally occupied his entire field of vision, knocking him out fiercely. The fallen Harley motorcycle left a streak of sparks on the ground until it hit the street lamp pole next to it and stopped.

The extinguished Harley finally stopped, and the parking lot fell into silence, without even a groan. 10 members of the motorcycle gang were either dead or disabled, and the one with the lightest injury fell into a deep coma.

"Is everyone okay?"

Reacher threw the guy he had strangled to the ground and looked around. O'Donnell held his waist and gasped for air. In the melee, he was hit by an iron pipe on his back, and the pain made his mouth twitch.

Nigley covered his lower abdomen and his face was not very good. Dixon had some bruises on the corners of his mouth. Only Jack stood there as if nothing had happened.

"I won't die, but it seems we have to change the place to eat." Negley picked up the bag of guns on the ground and picked out the pistols of everyone.

"I haven't had such a good time in a long time." O'Donnell grinned and wanted to show off.

Dixon picked up his shoes, looked at the unknown liquid on them with disdain, and threw them aside casually, "It's a pity that my shoes were only worn once."

Reacher touched the body of the motorcycle gang leader, found his mobile phone and unlocked it directly with the dead man's fingerprint, and flipped through the call records. This time the numbers on it were not hidden. He was too lazy to wait for the call and dialed back directly.

"Before you ask, I can tell you that it's all done, but it's still not what you expected."

"You've caused me a lot of complicated problems, Reacher." The voice on the other end was still that slightly old and hoarse voice.

"A $65 million problem? Shane Lanston." This time Reacher also exposed the other party's identity.

The voice on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, the tone seemed to slow down a bit, and even the address changed, "Maybe we have been dealing with this problem in the wrong way, Mr. Reacher, why don't we make a deal.

Tell me what you want, money or something else?"

"I want to throw you out of the helicopter." Reacher replied coldly.