"Don't move, police!" A hoarse, angry voice rang out. Two figures, one tall and one short, stepped out of the old-fashioned Crown, guns in hand, pointing at the ard thugs who had been dazed and confused in the rcedes.
"My God! What are you doing here?" Jack quickly got out of his car and ran forward, dragging the two n out of the rcedes like dead dogs. He tied them up with plastic cable ties, adding two more, rembering what had happened at the police station earlier.
Only then did he put away his gun and look at the two elderly n beside the old-fashioned Crown. "Rick, Dee Dee, what are you doing here?"
"God's arrangent." Detective Hunter grinned, the familiar line.
"This is the reinforcent you were talking about?" Reacher, who had followed closely behind, looked at the two gray-haired old n with disbelief.
"You're the big guy they were talking about? Not that tall, though."
Rick straightened his slightly hunched back, his face serious. In his pri, he was nearly two ters tall, and even now he still looked a bit taller than Reacher.
Perhaps the spectacular car crash had brought back his detective days; Detective Hunter was now radiant and full of energy, gradually rging with the familiar image Jack rembered.
"So many years have passed, but I didn't expect your driving skills to have deteriorated at all."
Beside him, Dee Dee put away her silver-gray stainless steel Walther PPK/S, reverting to her kind old lady persona, and gave Jack a hug.
"Jack, it's nice to see you. We ca with the Andersons."
Jack stiffened. Was Zoe here too?
As he spoke, Zoe appeared by the roadside, carrying an AR-15, wearing a shapely black bodysuit and a black ski hat.
Behind her, Braxton appeared, running towards oncoming traffic with a reflective warning sign to prevent anyone from accidentally entering the accident area.
Jack suppressed the urge to pull her into his arms, nodding awkwardly but politely, "Zoe, long ti no see."
As a woman, Zoe's acting skills were far superior to his at this mont, naturally revealing a smile, "My parents were worried about you and Hannah, so I ca to help."
A forr captain who was busy running for city council, abandoning all her work to co from the West Coast to the East Coast to help, Jack didn't know how else to explain it except sisterly affection.
The Hunters didn't notice the awkward atmosphere between the two; perhaps in their minds, Jack and Hannah were the perfect couple. The old detective directed the group to quickly clear the road.
Jack and Reacher painstakingly removed the body from the roadside tree; this was the unfortunate guy who had been thrown from the car.
"Was that your ex-girlfriend? Your expression just now was a bit off," Reacher probed intentionally or unintentionally.
"No, that's not true. She's my forr boss and also my girlfriend's cousin." Jack had regained his composure and answered casually.
"It's so dark, how can you see any expression? You'll see my girlfriend soon."
[A/n: Bro, you not just awkward, you are THE AWKWARD.]
Just then, two beams of light shone on them, and the Bentley that had turned onto the side road ca back and stopped by the roadside.
The car door opened, and Hannah, wearing the sa black bodysuit as Zoe and carrying Braxton's Barrett M82A1M, jumped out. Completely ignoring the grueso corpses on the ground, she jumped directly into Jack's arms, her long legs tightly wrapped around his waist, and began to kiss him passionately.
"Thanks to that Joe Reacher you saved. He said he investigated my parents' deaths and even found the killer of that EPA investigator. His nickna is 'The Viking.'"
Jack coughed, seemingly sensing a burning gaze behind him, and patted Hannah on the back, gesturing for her to get down.
"You should thank the Wolff brothers; they risked their lives to save Joe Reacher."
Jack suddenly had a sense of déjà vu. The Wolff brothers and the Reacher brothers seed to have similar scripts — both joined the army at a young age, had a deep bond, and were often out of contact.
"You're Jack Reacher, I've heard of you."
Zoe, having quietly withdrawn her gaze, extended her hand to Reacher beside her.
"My na is Zoe Anderson. I used to work for DCIS. Your 'Special Investigations Unit 110 of the Army Military Police' is famous. In less than five years, you closed more than 150 cases, all of which were successfully prosecuted, and you also arrested more than 20 fugitives."
"You're that Anderson? I've heard of you too. I always thought you were a man." Reacher's tone revealed undisguised surprise.
Zoe smiled and was about to speak when Dee Dee had already driven her Crown, which had been wrecked by the rcedes that had been turned sideways at an unknown angle, to the side of the road. She patted the car door and called out to everyone, "Boys and girls, we can go now. If we go back now, we can still catch tonight's show. Dee Dee hardly misses an episode."
Hannah and Zoe naturally got into Jack's Aston Martin, which was driving at the back. In front of them was Reacher's Jaguar, with two prisoners tied up like dumplings in the back seat.
"Um, are those corpses and vehicle wreckage piled up on the roadside okay?" Jack was itching to see the two won in the back seat dressed in identical black bodysuits. Plus, each of them carried a large gun.
Hearing this, Hannah, who had been pouting and pretending to be unhappy since getting in the car, gave a light snort. "The FBI in Atlanta will be there in ten minutes with the Georgia Highway Patrol. They'll handle the aftermath."
Jack, who had initially been just making conversation, was now genuinely worried. He rembered there was a mole in the local FBI office, one of Finlay's old friends.
But then he thought, the plan was to alert the mole anyway. If the mole did leak information, it would actually be a good thing; he could just find a reason to lure him out later.
He was speechless now, managing a few dry laughs before recounting several amusing incidents from the past two days, mainly involving Finlay and Reacher's embarrassing monts.
However, there was still no response from behind, and his heart grew increasingly cold.
[A/n: Bro, you are either retarded or C*hinese, but I made you Freaking J*apanese, so try to be dense for once.]
The rest of the journey was quiet; after passing a convoy of police cars coming from the opposite direction, he saw almost no other vehicles. An hour later, the convoy, consisting of three luxury cars and an old Crown, arrived at Grady morial Hospital.
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