The two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with joy. However, Jack, worried that Charlie might misunderstand, revealed his identity first.
"We don't want to use the children to blackmail you or Paul. I work for the IRS. Reacher's brother is a Secret Service agent who nearly died while investigating the Kleiner family."
"I can tell you frankly, the Kleiner family is finished. What we need to do is save as many innocent people as possible from under this monster before it falls."
[A/n: Bro, whatever fancy words you use, they are the bait, but your chingchong-ness refuses to co to reality.]
Charlie wasn't a traditional Arican housewife. After hearing Jack's words, her previous gentle and weak deanor vanished imdiately.
"Everything is packed. We can leave imdiately. Please… please protect them."
"Roscoe will be in the sa car as you. Don't worry, leave everything to us. Soone is on their way to help." Jack reassured her.
As they spoke, the three returned to the living room. Reacher ca to Roscoe, looked down at her, and said softly.
"They won't dare to make a move in town, and they don't know our destination, so they can't intercept us ahead. You drive with the girls, be careful, we'll follow behind. If there's any movent, don't stop or look back."
Roscoe didn't speak, but looked up into his eyes. After a while, as if she had made up her mind, she stood on tiptoe, opened her arms and hooked them around Reacher's neck, gently kissing his bruised lip.
"You be careful too, see you in Atlanta."
"How could you do this? I didn't even have ti to cover the children's eyes." Jack, the atmosphere destroyer, who was helping two little girls put on their backpacks, complained quietly from the side, playfully covering their eyes with his outstretched hand, making the two girls giggle.
The sowhat dull atmosphere seed to lighten a little after his antics.
"Let's go then, do you want to change cars?"
Charlie glanced at the old Jeep SUV that Jack had driven in front of the door, knowing that they would be responsible for the rear, and then opened the drawer of the cabinet in the entryway.
"There are two more in the garage, you can both drive them."
Jack and Reacher exchanged a glance, took the keys, and followed her to the garage. Besides the Jaguar coupe they had seen at the prison gate, there was also an Aston Martin Rapide.
"Paul really likes British cars," Charlie tried to explain, seeing their stunned expressions.
"I can tell!" Jack and Reacher said in unison.
"Let's go!"
The Bentley was in the lead, Reacher followed closely in the Jaguar, and Jack's Aston Martin was at the back. The three of them connected their phones via Bluetooth to maintain a three-way call.
"They also have three cars, probably no less than six people. When will your reinforcents arrive?" As soon as they left town, Kleiner's n caught up, blatantly sticking close behind the three luxury cars. Reacher glanced at the rearview mirror and asked with so concern.
It was late at night, and there were few cars on the road. Jack glanced at the location Hannah had sent him and replied, "Roscoe, how's your driving? Can you reach 100 miles per hour?"
"No problem. Since Finlay arrived, I've been patrolling the streets, often assisting the highway patrol in chasing down speeding idiots late at night." Well, this girl's got a wild side.
"Okay, be careful. We'll hold the line for now, and we'll make our move in fifteen minutes. Make sure you're at least two kiloters ahead of us."
Before Jack finished speaking, the sound of a Desert Eagle being cocked ca through the phone.
As ti passed, the group moved further and further away from Margrave, and the number of vehicles on the road dwindled. Gradually, only three speeding British luxury cars and three rcedes-Benzes remained in the sa lane.
Jack and Reacher drove side by side, blocking the three rcedes-Benzes from overtaking. Seeing the Bentley in front getting further and further away, the ard thugs inside finally lost patience and began to accelerate, gradually closing in on the two.
One of the bolder n in the lead car unbuckled his seatbelt and tried to lean out of the window to fire a burst of bullets at the two with his submachine gun.
After making two defensive PIT maneuvers, Reacher beca impatient. The speed was too fast; returning fire was unlikely. Their high-end sports cars were lightweight designs for performance, and they were clearly no match for the rcedes-Benz in a bumper car situation.
"Jack! How much longer?" Reacher's usually steady voice rose unusually.
Jack completely ignored him. "Roscoe, can you see that water tower-like building in the distance?"
"Yes, that's a water tower."
"Get ready to slow down. There's a small road there. Turn onto it, get to the water tower, turn off the lights, turn off the engine, and park. Wait for my call! I'm hanging up now. Reacher, get ready to move."
Jack hung up and imdiately dialed a number he had saved. Almost instantly, the call was answered. "We're here."
There was a mont of silence on the other end before Braxton's deep voice ca through. "I see you."
"It's you?" Jack replied.
"Your girl is on the water tower. She stole my rifle again." Braxton complained.
"Sorry."
Before Jack could finish speaking, a rcedes trying to close in on him suddenly emitted a spark from its right front wheel. The next second, a familiar gunshot pierced the air and reached everyone's ears.
"Whoosh~~~Bang!"
The rcedes in the lead went completely out of control, its front lurching to the right before taking off, flipping over and tumbling through the air.
Jack, with his sharp eyes, even saw in the rearview mirror that the man trying to shoot at them had been flung out of the window.
Now the roles were reversed. Almost simultaneously with the first rcedes taking off, the two luxury sports cars being chased slamd on their brakes.
Reacher's driving skills might be slightly inferior to Jack's, but his reaction ti was about the sa. With a screeching tire sound, the Jaguar and Aston Martin, having slightly slowed, simultaneously perford a drift, turning 180 degrees and facing backwards.
"Bang bang bang!!!" The Desert Eagle and FK 7.5mm gunfire rang out continuously. The second rcedes' cabin was instantly riddled with bullet holes, then lurched to the side and veered off the curb.
The driver of the third rcedes was a skilled driver with quick reflexes. Sensing danger, he executed a slightly clumsy but successful drift maneuver to escape.
In the next instant, an older Crown with a crash bar 'flew' out from the roadside and slamd into the front of the rcedes. The impact sent the rcedes spinning 180 degrees, its hood flying high and black smoke billowing from the engine.
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