The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

"Bye, Joe gotta go, oh my God."

"He was driving a canoe down the Mississippi River."

"His Ivan is the sweetest girl, God!"

"Wild boy, let's have fun on the river bank~!"

Of course, wherever you go, you have to listen to songs from that place. As Hannah tuned the car radio to the local station, a classic song "Jambalaya" by the Carpenters came on. The cheerful melody and catchy lyrics made her Jack couldn't help but shook his head and started humming.

The Chinese name of this song is "Assorted Vegetables", and it was adapted into a Chinese song "Little Enemies", which was sung by an unspeakable actress.

Louisiana, also known as the 'Pelican State', was once a colony of a European country famous for its efforts to tan its underarms. It was not until 1803 that a certain great man of modest stature paid 4 cents an acre. The price was sold to Beautiful Country and became a state of it.

Now, just like the capital of that big European country, Baton Rouge, where the state government is located, and New Orleans, which is famous for its grilled chicken wings, have become the most concentrated gathering places for certain special ethnic groups.

Especially New Orleans. Since the famous hurricane in 2005, this city is now one of the worst cities in the entire beautiful country, with its white population dropping to less than 30%.

In fact, Jack quite understands why 40,000 National Guardsmen brought guns into the city to maintain order rather than provide disaster relief after Hurricane Katrina hit.

Not to mention that there is only one country in the world where military disaster relief is a common practice. After natural disasters, instead of busying themselves with self-rescue, people flock to the streets to buy goods for zero dollars. Although there are many in beautiful countries, it can form such a large scale and continue to do so. The longest one will probably be New Orleans.

So after enjoying a wonderful ballet performance in Houston the day before, the two chose La Yefa as their destination today, a city as famous as a well-known department store in Paris.

The security here can only be said to be relatively good. At least the gangsters who tried to rob the two men would give in after seeing Jack's powerful FK7.5.

In the end, Jack and Hannah gave up their plan to stay in the city and chose a resort hotel in the suburbs. After all, as a state with the most French descendants, the Cajun food here is not to be missed.

Various spicy flavors of wild duck, hare, seafood soup, and long-lost rice brought someone back a little bit of the feeling of home.

"I feel like, if you will, just selling this crawfish recipe could redeem my ranch."

In the evening, on the long embankment, looking at the beautiful scenery of the Mississippi Delta, Hannah sucked the soup from her fingertips and sighed with contentment.

In Louisiana, the origin of crayfish, people here have enough patience and enthusiasm for this little meaty gadget, and it has even affected several nearby southern states, such as Anna Texas, where it was born, also holds a beer lobster festival similar to this one every year.

After tasting the Cajun delicacies here at noon, Jack felt unsatisfied and purchased a full 6 pounds of fresh crayfish just caught from the rice fields. He spent a little tip to borrow the hotel's kitchen and cooked a large crayfish. The spicy taste of the pot, paired with the local specialty 'Machine Ghost' draft beer, the two spent the whole night leisurely.

Jack was also a little stuffed, which was very rare for him who had always been self-disciplined. He fell asleep in the recliner with difficulty, feeling the cool evening breeze blowing around him, and let out a long wine burp, which made Hannah Laughing so hard.

Unfortunately, this good time was interrupted by a rapid ringing of the cell phone. Jack picked up the cell phone. The call came from the Wolf brothers who had arrived in Margrave Town first.

"Jack, I think we may be in trouble. When can you get to Georgia?"

Braxton's voice came over the phone.

Jack's heart tightened and he straightened up from the recliner. Hannah on the other side saw that his expression suddenly became serious. She quickly wiped her hands and sat next to him, listening to the content of the phone call.

"We plan to arrive in Atlanta tomorrow afternoon, and we should be able to reach Margrave in the evening. What happened?"

"Chris and I stayed in this boring, broken town for several days. We spotted a suspicious person. We suspected he was a federal agent, so we followed him, and then we discovered there was someone behind him."

It can be heard that Braxton's tone is very unhappy. This guy who has just left the mercenary profession is obviously not yet accustomed to the peaceful life of this small town.

"Who is following him? You didn't alert each other, did you?"

Jack was relatively at ease with the Wolfe brothers. Although Braxton was a little impulsive, Chris's personality was calm enough. It didn't seem to be a problem with him around. He suddenly thought of the explosion in the LA port that Hannah mentioned before. , and became a little worried.

"No, they are a group of South American mercenaries. I saw their tattoos. They must have retired from the special forces. We only have a tattered revolver on hand that we snatched from the gangsters. We are in big trouble. Can you get the equipment as soon as possible? send over."

Well, with no one in hand, no wonder the former mercenary was so upset.

"Everything you want is ready, don't worry."

Jack reassured Braxton and continued to ask.

"Can you describe the person who appears to be a federal agent?"

The phone was handed to Wolfe, and his voice became much calmer.

"The big guy, about 6 feet 2 inches tall, weighing about 200 pounds, less than 40 years old, looks very well-educated, came about a week before us, we followed him almost all around the town, and found that his target may be similar to We are unanimous and we are here for the Kleiner Foundation."

Jack felt excited, and he actually caught up with the plot. According to Chris's description, this federal agent was not Jack Reacher's brother, the Secret Service agent who received the lunch box at the beginning, Joey Reacher. .

"Hannah and I will set out tonight. Before we arrive, we will help keep an eye on him. Uh, provide some protection if possible. He may have some clues about the Kleiner Foundation."

"No problem, we'll wait for you."

Chris simply hung up the phone.

Six hours later, in the early hours of the morning, as the galloping Firebird crossed the Alabama state line and entered Georgia, Jack's right hand on the gear was gently held by Hannah.

Knowing what she was thinking, Jack comforted her gently, "Don't worry, leave everything to me, and we will definitely find out the truth."

"Thank you Jack, you have done so much for me."

Before Hannah finished speaking, another urgent ringing sounded. After the call was connected, Braxton's urgent voice rang on the phone.

"Jack, we're in real trouble. Chris got shot. That federal agent, he's probably dead."