"The girl hugged Jack."
Jack hit the back key twice in succession to delete the wrong letters, "hug Mike's arm and kiss the hero who saved her."
After typing the last period, he pushed away the keyboard and stood up, doing a few stretching exercises, and his joints crackled.
At this time, the screen of the mobile phone on the table lit up silently, and a call from an unknown number appeared on it.
Jack's mouth curled up slightly, the fish finally took the bait. The phone vibrated for a long time before he slowly answered the call.
"Ayacucho, golf, dad, certainty, hotel, ridge, camera, ridge, kilogram."
It was still different male and female voices intercepted from various recordings. Jack casually wrote down the first letters of these words on a note, pouted his lips and was about to go find a book, but when he turned around, he saw a supernatural scene.
In the still-open document on the screen, the cursor moved on its own, slowly typing, "Interesting story, please continue next time."
Then, the cursor began to retreat, deleting the sentence letter by letter, giving the impression of trying to cover up something.
"Pushing for more, huh?" Jack's brow furrowed, feeling as if he'd dug himself into a deep hole.
But he couldn't care less. He had just found the corresponding Social Security number and quickly sent it to Alice for help retrieving her ID. The next moment, she called.
"Your agent friend went to the Aryan Brotherhood's base alone. Are you sure he doesn't need support?"
Jack was about to say no, but then, thinking of Reese's fluctuating performance, he became concerned. Without even turning off the computer, he quickly headed for the stairs, "I'll go check it out first."
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so-called Aryan Brotherhood was a white supremacist motorcycle gang whose base was located in an abandoned warehouse in the Bronx.
At that moment, the sound of gunfire echoed from the abandoned warehouse, indicating that the fighting inside was in full swing.
The black Suburban, its lights flashing, screeched with tires, leaving four long skid marks on the concrete floor. Before the swaying car could come to a complete stop, Jack had already opened the door and jumped out.
But before he could draw his pistol, a man with white hair on his head crashed through the window like a cannonball and was thrown out. He rolled twice on the ground before moving still. The sound of him hitting the concrete was painful to watch.
Then, the side door of the warehouse was kicked open, and Reese, dressed in a sharp suit, strode out, his Glock with an empty magazine strapped to his waist. He looked like he was performing normally this time.
Detective "Bean" followed closely behind, his forehead bruised. A short Asian man, still handcuffed and carrying a travel bag, looked even more miserable than Fusco.
Because Reese blocked his view, Fusco didn't see Jack, and he kept muttering, "Don't say a word, do you hear me? We have to get back to my police car in absolute silence."
"No problem, Leonard (Fusco), as quiet as if you were wearing a gag." Reese's lips curled up slightly.
Jack glanced at the marks on the corners of Fusco's and the Asian man's mouths, and asked curiously, "What kind of gag did you use?"
Reese smiled and shrugged, "The kind with a hole in it."
"Isn't that called a ball gag?" Jack corrected.
Fusco was so angry that he jumped to his feet, "If this gets known to a third party, no, a fourth party, don't expect me to help you with anything in the future."
Jack pointed his finger at the three people in front of him, and finally pointed at himself, "But now there are four."
Without waiting for Fusco to continue correcting him, Reese stopped as if he suddenly thought of something, turned his head and looked at the abandoned warehouse, "No, it should be five."
With a whistle from him, several dog barks were heard, and then a Malinois with a black head and brown hair ran out of the warehouse and rushed to Reese's feet with an excited whimper.
The most important member of the "POI" team finally appeared. Jack looked into the dog's black bean-like eyes for a moment, raised his hand and greeted him, "Hello, what's your name?"
Of course, the dog couldn't speak human language. Fusco warned him unhappily, "Those bikers called it 'Butcher', be careful of getting bitten. Reese said it can only understand Dutch."
Reese glared at the guy and added, "It used to be a military dog. Those bastards snatched it from its original owner, but they obviously don't know how to raise a well-trained dog."
"Really?" Jack gave an order with interest, "Afliggen (Dutch: Lie down)."
The dog, who was originally circling around Reese excitedly, quickly lay down after hearing the order, panting and sticking out his tongue, staring at Jack motionlessly, quietly waiting for the next order.
However, a certain unscrupulous fellow walked around behind the dog, lifted its tail, took a look, and said to Reese, "Looks like you need to give it a nicer name. He's a cute guy."
"So, everyone," the Asian man raised his hands. "Can you help me remove the handcuffs first?"
"No," Reese and Fusco responded in unison.
Jack smiled and waved at him. When he ran over to him, he pulled out his ID. "You have two choices. Continue to accept the protection of that fierce-looking man, or let the FBI take over?"
Leon Tao hid behind Reese in a panic. He looked at Jack and then at the man in the suit in front of him. Suddenly, he felt that this guy with a stern face didn't seem so scary anymore.
When Reese saw Jack appear, he knew that things had taken a turn for the better, and whispered, "Did that guy compromise?"
Jack nodded with a strange expression, "I guess so. We should have reached some small understanding. It gave a new number, belonging to a girl who disappeared 20 years ago, Hana Frey, who was 15 years old when she disappeared."
"Then she should be 35 years old now, which is consistent with Gen's age."
Reese's eyes lit up, and his face became more angry. He turned around and grabbed Leon Tao's collar and threw him to Fusco, "Help me keep an eye on this guy for the next two days."
"Oh no, don't send me to jail, I won't last a day in there." Leon Tao held Reese's arm
tightly and refused to let go. "The crime scene is in the public library in the small town of Bishop, Texas, and I happen to owe someone a vacation." Jack took the initiative to take the job and took the dog leash.
If he and Jiejie went to Texas, Hannah would definitely protest, and the dog could just be used to distract her attention.
(End of this chapter)