Matt smiled bitterly, "This family is finished. We've decided to go join Jeff together."
He then put his head into the steel cable loop and was about to jump.
In that split second, Jack's Python revolver fired.
Three shots rang out, the barely taut cable snapped, and Jack lunged forward, catching the falling Matt.
It wasn't that he wanted to play with fire; although the distance was short, and the cable looked about the thickness of a little finger, its swaying left and right made breaking it with a single shot a real test of marksmanship.
Fortunately, luck was on his side. Before Matt's weight tightened the cable but didn't snap his cervical spine, Jack's first bullet hit it.
"Keep an eye on him. I know Tony Craig is there. Matt threw him into the concrete mixer." Jack pressed his finger on Matt's carotid artery, knocking him unconscious, and tossed him to Angela.
There were many construction vehicles in the factory, but only one concrete truck was running and constantly rumbling nearby.
Jack ran to the concrete mixing tank next to the truck, jumped in, and quickly found a human body inside.
Dragging an adult out of sticky concrete is more difficult than rescuing soone from a pool of water, but fortunately, his current physical strength of 22 points made him stronger than most people.
Jack dragged Tony Craig to the edge of the tank, slapped him on the back, and sprayed saliva mixed with wet concrete all over the ground.
It wasn't that soone was being a saint, but this guy really couldn't die now. If he died, Matt would at least be facing life imprisonnt, and his poor wife was still lying in the central hospital.
"Well done, kid. I didn't expect you to shoot the cable to save him."
Angela handcuffed the awakened Matt and was about to go forward to high-five Jack to celebrate, but then took a step back in disgust. This guy was covered in wet cent, and it looked like his $160 uniform was going to go down the drain again.
Jack handed Tony Craig to his colleagues who had co to reinforce him, turned off the cent-covered body cara, and whispered a few words in Matt's ear.
The ashen-faced middle-aged man paused, glanced at him thoughtfully, then suddenly showed gratitude, nodded, and was obediently put into the police car.
Angela looked curious and asked in a low voice, "What did you say to him? I think he doesn't want to die now."
Jack shrugged: "I just asked him, in this country, there's nothing that money can't solve, so why be so fixated on taking revenge with your own hands?"
"Hey, you're a cop!"
"That's why I secretly told him. Besides, cops are human too." Jack said matter-of-factly.
....
"Bang!"
A heavy punch landed on Jack's arms, which were raised in a defensive stance, making him stagger.
This was Hannah's training room. Christian Wolff had been living in the attic that originally belonged to Jack for half a month. Every day after work, Jack would co over to give him so-called "shiatsu," followed by desensitization therapy.
In the film, the accountant also undergoes desensitization training by regularly taking dication to combat anxiety. He then stimulates himself in a dark room with loud music and flickering lights, while simultaneously distracting himself with pain.
This explains why Christian and Justin, both suffering from Asperger's syndro, are so different: one can barely live and work like a normal person, while the other is forced to hide in a research institute, communicating with people through a synthesized voice.
Jack discovers, as he had previously predicted, that even master-level healing cannot completely cure Asperger's syndro. He can repair the abnormally developed nerves in Christian's brain, but because the physical condition has plagued him throughout his early life, the healing is powerless to address the resulting psychological problems.
Just as modern dicine can help people overco physical drug addiction but not psychological addiction, this is why there is no cure for either hardened gamblers or addicted addicts.
Fortunately, Jack's psychological skills ca in handy, and he tailored a new desensitization therapy for Christian.
In Hannah's training room, Jack put on earplugs and, amidst flashing bright lights and jarring music, engaged in hand-to-hand combat with Christian.
At first, Christian was completely defenseless; in less than three minutes of the first session, he collapsed to the ground in agony, unable to mount a proper defense no matter how much Jack punched and kicked him.
He was then dragged out of the training room like a dead dog by Jack. After recovering slightly, he was instructed to sit cross-legged and ditate.
anwhile, Jack would play ambient sounds such as flowing streams, rustling leaves in a forest, and birdsong to help him enter a ditative state.
Two weeks later, the accountant was now able to ignore the surrounding light and sound stimuli and fight Jack on equal terms.
"Bang!" After blocking another heavy whip kick, Jack knocked his opponent to the ground, making a feigned eye-gouging gesture to indicate that the fight was over.
The two had been fighting for nearly 40 minutes, both practically exhausted. Besides, he had no interest in engaging in ground fighting with a grown man.
Turning off the lights and music, Jack helped the still-panting accountant to his feet.
"Christian, I think your problem is basically solved. With proper training, you can maintain this condition."
"So, can I have several girlfriends like you in the future?"
Jack looked at the guy in surprise: "You've even learned to joke?"
"Just call Chris. Isn't this joke a bit too much?"
The accountant wore a goofy grin that seed sowhat incongruous with his cool deanor.
Jack slapped his face, looking sowhat pained: "If you could stop smiling like that, you might have far more girlfriends than ."
It seed the treatnt had gone a bit too far; the usually cool accountant had been sporting a goofy grin these past few days, showing a strong desire to communicate, and today he'd even started joking.
"You still need to pay attention to your facial expressions. Also, what are your plans for Justin?"
Jack can't leave LA for an extended period; his vacation is for Hannah. Once she returns from Quantico, they'll prepare to head to Margrave, Georgia.
"I'll speak directly with Professor Harper, and then I'll bring Justin to you in my trailer."
Jack's eyelids twitched. The contents of Chris's trailer were still a bit frightening — various contraband weapons, a large amount of gold bars, and a painting worth millions of dollars.
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