Reborn: The Rookie Detective Chapter 179 179: 179-Arrangements

Roscoe spoke rapidly, "My adoptive father, Gray Conklin, was the forr police chief of Margrave. He must have sensed sothing was amiss and investigated privately."

"I rember him ntioning to that the Kleiner family ranch consud enough water and livestock feed to power tens of thousands of animals, but in reality, they only raised less than 200 cows."

Her face darkened slightly as she said this, "I didn't pay any attention to what he said at the ti. If…"

Jack Reacher comforted her, "Gray obviously realized the danger. He protected you very well. You shouldn't bla yourself."

"Livestock feed?" A thought flashed through Jack's mind, and he pulled out his phone to search.

"There's a type of livestock feed that contains a large amount of diatomaceous earth to promote digestion in livestock, but diatomaceous earth is also an absorbent coagulant."

The two Jacks said in unison, "They used the livestock feed to filter waste from sewage and then filled it into the ranch's underground."

"Alright, now the clues are clear. Let's start dividing the work."

Jack clapped his hands, signaling everyone to look at him, and then began assigning tasks.

"First, there's Joe's colleague. We need soone to ensure her safety. Given Joe's incident, it's hard to say if there are problems within the Secret Service. I suggest imdiately informing her to change her flight and go to Florida. Two of us will pick her up."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over a couple who were deeply in love nearby. "Chris, can you get out of bed?"

In the original storyline, the death of Joe's female colleague was practically a plot device. A Secret Service agent, even an administrator, had no vigilance whatsoever and was simply followed and assassinated.

Chris only took a bullet to the leg; his mind was fine. At worst, he could sit in a wheelchair and have Dana push him.

Jack had no choice; they were short-handed, mainly because there weren't many trustworthy people. They could only keep him on the front lines despite his minor injuries.

"No problem, leave it to Dana and . Ray King will arrive with his n tomorrow, just in ti to hand over the data."

Chris nodded eagerly. Lost in the sweetness of first love, he was already starting to find Braxton an eyesore. Even if it was just a simple task of picking soone up, it was a rare mont of alone ti for the two of them.

"Roscoe and Reacher, head back to the barbershop in Margrave tomorrow to retrieve the files Chief Gray left behind. Once you're back, et up with Dana and Chris to organize and analyze both sides' data."

The two said it was no problem.

"Zoe, use your connections to find out about that 'Viking.' We need to know how many helpers Kleiner has outside. Also, work with Charlie to find out where Paul Hubble is. He's the only one who's ever been inside the Kleiner family's hideout; we'll need him for the final operation."

Zoe nodded, indicating she understood.

"As for Hannah and , we'll go find Finlay tomorrow and investigate the murdered driver. We'll also lay so bait; Kleiner is probably trying to cover his tracks and leave Georgia, just like he did ten years ago."

After hearing Jack's plan, Joe reminded him, "They'll definitely pull off a big heist before they leave, otherwise those cash-strapped Venezuelans won't let them off the hook. I estimate they have at least two billion dollars in counterfeit money in their warehouses."

Jack pondered for a mont and asked, "Is there any way to get the Coast Guard to reduce their patrol frequency, making them feel like they have an opportunity?"

Joe gave a wry smile. "You overestimate those congressn. That funding was spent last month, and there won't be any more paynts. Otherwise, I wouldn't have rushed here so quickly, and this is how it turned out."

It was a twist of fate, but Jack was sowhat speechless, believing Kleiner wouldn't miss this good news.

Just as they finished discussing this, Braxton, who had gone to deal with the two prisoners, pushed open the door and entered.

"I rented a warehouse in the suburbs with cash and temporarily locked them up there. They are all retired soldiers from several South Arican countries, working for a Venezuelan drug trafficking group. There are more than thirty of them in total, and they are all hiding in the ranch of the Kleiner Foundation."

"Were they the ones who committed the murder of Chief Morrison and his wife and broke into my house?" Roscoe asked, frowning.

Braxton nodded. "They said it was young Kleiner who did it with his cousin Dawson. The Venezuelans sent two accomplices, the two who died in the first rcedes. Kleiner and his son had a big fight about it."

"It was young Kleiner who shot at us under the overpass that day. I must kill that bastard with my own hands."

Braxton touched the bandaged wound on his shoulder, his face full of murderous intent.

Roscoe didn't know him well and didn't argue. She just looked at Jack Reacher for help, who nodded almost imperceptibly, indicating that he understood her thoughts.

Leaving Braxton to continue acting as a bodyguard in the ward, the group left the hospital and went to the hotel where the Hunters were staying.

Everyone checked into their rooms to rest, and Jack escorted Charlie Hubble to the Hunters' room alone.

Hannah had booked them a deluxe suite with two bedrooms and a living room. When they arrived, the Hubbles' two little girls were already asleep in the inner room, while old Hunter was watching television outside, with Dee Dee knitting beside him.

"Thank you," Charlie said to the elderly couple after checking on her two daughters in the bedroom.

Dee Dee put down the partially hidden Walther PPK/S, stood up, hugged Charlie, and smiled kindly.

"You're too kind. These two lovely little angels are so well-behaved; it's truly enviable," Charlie said softly, fighting back tears.

Jack comforted her, "The Hunters are legends in our LAPD. You can stay here without worry. Once we find Paul, we'll send him over to reunite with you."

Turning his head, he saw old Hunter winking at him, and Jack followed him to a corner by the window.

Old Hunter's expression was serious as he said in a low voice, "The Anderson girl told us everything before she ca. I know tis have changed, and I can't offer you any advice."

Jack smiled and added, "But this country hasn't changed much, and your experiences still benefit greatly."

Old Hunter sighed, "The law can't replace justice, but I want you to know that you have us old guys behind you. As long as you don't... we'll do our best to help you."

"Thank you, Uncle Hunter." After hearing Old Hunter's words, Jack's gratitude was heartfelt. Although the adult world is often driven by self-interest, things aren't always absolute. He had long since passed the age of seeing things in black and white.

At least he was certain now that, besides a few won, this elderly couple genuinely cared about him.

After saying goodbye to the two elders, Jack knocked on Hannah's door, feigning exhaustion — half of it was genuine, but half was not so real.