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"It's not a bait, it's just to give them a reason to take action. The Kleiner family may be able to bribe the police here or even the Georgia state police, but since they will take action against Joey, who is a federal agent, it shows that they are not able to cover the sky with one hand. "

"So there won't be too many people chasing us, as long as we act quickly enough, and then arrange reinforcements so we can do this."

Jack didn't dare to speak too loudly, mainly because the slap in the face was a bit harsh at first, causing the two Wolf brothers to still be in the hospital.

Reacher stood up happily, "I agree, that's how it should be. We have to do something so that the other party won't reveal their flaws because of the pressure."

The other two people had no objection, so the four of them split up. Rosko went to Paul Heborg's home alone to convince his wife, Charlie.

Finlay went to the town council to show his face, watch the mayor and new police chief Tiller perform in front of the townspeople, and confuse them by the way.

Jack and Rachel went to trouble the old prison guard, Officer Spivey, and asked him to help convey some information to the person behind him.

"So, how are you going to find that prison guard?" Jack asked Reacher in the passenger seat while driving.

"How about making a phone call? I just asked Finley to check his phone number, let's make an appointment." He took out his mobile phone.

"Tanner Spacey, this is Detective Finley from the Margrave Police Department and I'm calling you about Jack Reacher. Yes, he's angry and he says he's being fixed in your jail. It’s terrible, and now he’s suing.”

"He is your prisoner. I don't want to lose my job because of this. Can you find a place to meet? We need to review the confession before the lawyer finds us. Okay, we will see you in half an hour."

Seeing that Rachel hung up the phone, Jack was a little confused, "Is that guy a retard? Can he be deceived like this?"

Reacher raised the corner of his mouth, "Who said he was deceived by me? I set a trap for him, and he also set a trap for me."

"Well, why do you always like to be a tough guy with a blank face? You should smile more. Maybe Roscoe won't let you sleep on the floor next time."

Jack was unhappy with him pretending to be Boi's virtue and sneered.

Half an hour later, in a back alley called the Blue Hole Bar, Spivey, whose hair was mostly white, dressed in casual clothes and as slovenly as an old gangster, was waiting there alone.

"Hey, Spivey." Reacher came from not far away.

"Ahaha, look who it is." Sure enough, Spivey was not surprised to see Reacher, but instead showed a fierce look on his face.

"I've never met that Inspector Finlay, but I've heard of him, and you definitely don't sound like a black man from Boston on the phone."

He spat on the ground in disgust, "Since you set a trap on me, I will give you something in return."

Following his whistle, a black Mercedes-Benz that had been parked in the backyard started up and drove up to the two of them. Two young Latinos who looked very capable got out of the car and pointed their guns at Reacher.

One of them opened the trunk and motioned for him to get in.

"Enjoy it, haha, idiot. You should have let those guys kill you while you were in jail. It would have been a lot less painful."

Spivey was triumphant and was about to turn back to the bar. Just as he opened the back door, he suddenly raised his hands nervously and took a few steps back.

The two Latinos realized something was wrong. As soon as they turned around, they saw Jack holding a gun to Spivey's head. Then his hands hurt at the same time. Reacher took off the guns in their hands at lightning speed.

"You don't want to make a big fuss, right?"

With a few clicks, Reacher dismantled the two Glock 17s into parts and threw them on the floor. Then he grinned like a villain and twisted his neck, making a clear clicking sound.

"Hurry up Rachel, we still have a lot of things to do."

Jack shook the FK7.5 in his hand to signal Spivey to be more honest, and then there was a dull sound of fist-to-flesh fighting from the other side.

I thought Reacher could solve it easily, but he didn't expect that after he knocked down one of them, the other one actually persisted for three minutes before being solved.

"What's wrong with you? Are you hungry and have no strength?" Jack asked in surprise, why did Rachel's fighting ability fluctuate up and down, and it took so long to beat the two little men down.

"They are not ordinary people, they are soldiers from South America. The fighting skills they use are only popular among certain special forces in South America."

Lei Che grinned and rubbed the corners of his bleeding mouth. He had been accidentally punched on the cheek just now.

"Okay, now tell me honestly, who ordered you to deal with us, Kleiner or his son Kleiner?"

Seeing the big man standing in front of him with murderous intent, and seeing the two thugs behind him moaning, Spivey's legs started to shake involuntarily.

"No, don't do it. It's Kleiner. He just wants me to warn that Paul Heborg. We don't want to kill you, I swear."

After getting the answer, the two people turned around and left, leaving behind Spivey, whose crotch was wet, and the two South Americans who fell to the ground and groaned in pain.

"Take me, please, little Kleiner will not let me go, he is a madman!"

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“Fried chicken drumsticks, fried okra, chargrilled ribs, greens, sweetbreads, country cheese with peaches, butter chicken sandwich with coleslaw, eat your fill baby.”

The fat black aunt brought two full dinner plates and placed them in front of Jack and Reacher, smiling very happily.

"Thank you." Jack and Reacher thanked each other in unison and started to devour the food.

The black aunt immediately lowered her face, turned around, took a separate small plate, and placed it in front of Finlay.

"Here's your spinach salad, add your own dressing."

Finley was a little embarrassed after receiving a look from his aunt, and tried to regain his respect, "I can understand that big guy, how do you manage to eat so much without getting fat?"

Jack lifted his T-shirt up from his waist, revealing his eight-pack abs, and patted it, "Just because I can tie him, do you believe it?"

This is a barbecue restaurant in a suburban park. The location was recommended by Finlay. Jack hadn't had a good meal for two days in a row, and now his eyes were almost green when he saw the barbecue.

Finlay stirred the salad in front of him without any appetite and said, "That loser Tiller decided that Morrison's murder was a revenge killing and planned to use his little cane to direct me around and work blindly."

"I told you, he is also black." Rachel replied while eating.

"The town council was very dissatisfied with his appointment as police chief. Some people asked for FBI intervention, but they were suppressed. Kleiner stood up for him on the spot."

Finlay sighed helplessly, "I feel like even if I stand up and tell the truth, I will be regarded as the kind of lunatic who promotes conspiracy theories."

"Kleiner is their bread and butter. No one will believe you as an outsider, not to mention that you have always been incompatible with this place."

Jack took a big bite of the rib meat and his mouth was filled with oil.

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