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

Little Kleiner opened his eyes suddenly and screamed, but he was still unable to utter a complete word. He kept twitching on the ground like a frog that had been peeled and sprinkled with salt.

"Take your time and enjoy it." Jack said and put on the headset again, turned around and left.

Although he didn't regard this guy as a human being, he still felt a little uncomfortable after doing all this. Needless to say, it was the first time in his life that he had done such a cruel thing.

But if he didn't do this, he felt that his ideas were unclear. Among other things, when he thought of the original play, Kleiner instructed a group of villains to tie Stevenson to a chair.

Mirrors were placed around him and his eyelids were forcefully opened, forcing him to watch his pregnant wife being raped to death.

Jack felt that he had exercised considerable restraint by not using a knife dipped in salt to cut the beast into pieces.

Resisting the urge to turn around and kill little Kleiner with a shot, Jack walked towards the middle of the warehouse. He needed to find something to divert his attention now.

The battle is basically over. All the Kleiner family's thugs and gang mercenaries from South America have been cleaned up. Reacher and Braxton are like two efficient killing machines, leaving only corpses behind.

When Jack arrived, there were only three people standing in the middle of the factory. A fat man with a gray beard holding a cane, supporting an old man in a suit and ties who looked somewhat similar to little Kleiner.

In front of the two of them is a guy who looks like a black bear that has become a spirit. It should be the FBI named Picard.

At this time, Finlay was struggling with this guy. Although they were both black, their height and weight were very different.

Basically, Finlay was pinned to the ground and beaten violently one-sidedly. In the end, Reacher couldn't stand it anymore, pulled Picard away, and knocked him to the ground with three punches.

Jack stepped forward and pulled up Finlay. This guy didn't show his potential even after taking off his suit, and was beaten until his nose bled.

"What are you waiting for?" Kleiner pushed away Mayor Tiller who was supporting him and stood in front of everyone.

I don’t know if the Z family or the upper class people all have this kind of virtue, and they still have to pretend when death is imminent.

Zoe sneered, "When all your creditors arrive, do you know who I am?"

Kleiner's eyes narrowed slightly, and the skin on his cheeks that was sagging due to old age trembled, obviously recognizing Zoe.

"The one from the Anderson family in California? Do you know everything? This is just a misunderstanding. I don't know why you have been investigating me."

"Congressman Burkhand has obviously warned you, but you still keep staring at me. I have obviously not offended you, and I have shown goodwill to you."

"That incident had nothing to do with me. It was KJ's own decision. He was responsible for all the recent things, including killing Director Morris. That kid has gone crazy and completely out of control. I was even planning to send him to a mental hospital."

Jack sneered, feeling that this old guy had lost his mind and sent him to a mental hospital? Arkham kind?

"Don't bother. I have already treated him and he is enjoying the treatment process now. This will help him adapt to his future life in hell in advance."

"No, what did you do? He's just a kid and what he needs is."

"Bang!" Hannah, who rushed over, shot Kleiner in the knee, interrupting the rest of his words.

"You are such a kind and loving father."

Kleiner screamed and fell to the ground, "You can't do this to me. Only if I am alive can this town have hope. I am the one who feeds everyone here. If I die, this town will be finished."

Jack suddenly raised his hand and fired a shot at the foot of Mayor Tiller, who was trying to sneak out of the security door behind Kleiner while he was attracting everyone's attention.

Then he turned back to Rosko and smiled, "What are you waiting for?"

"You son of a bitch."

Rosko pounced on him like a lioness, "You killed Gray."

This girl from a small southern town was much more powerful than Finley in combat. Although there was a huge difference in size, Roscoe knocked down Tiller who looked like a big fat pig.

Then he put his knee on his chest and punched the opponent's fat old face with one punch after another.

"He is my father. You said you have been friends since you were 6 years old. How could you do this?"

"Don't...ah...stop fighting. It was just an accident. Gray is too stubborn and doesn't listen to my persuasion at all. I warned him and told him to stay out of Kleiner's business. I'm doing it for his own good!"

"So you knocked him out!"

"Bang!"

"And then pretended to hang himself in the garage?"

"Bang!"

Roscoe punched Tiller every time he said a word, and didn't stop until he was knocked unconscious.

Reacher stepped forward and patted her shoulder, placing the Desert Eagle in her hand.

"Use the gun Gray gave you to end this."

Rosko stood up and decisively pulled the trigger.

"You. You can't do this. You are abusing lynching. By the way, there is also Picard. He is an FBI. If you do this, the FBI will definitely investigate. Send me to prison. I promise not to say anything. What? Don’t even say anything.”

Kleiner hugged his injured leg, endured the pain, and struggled to find a glimmer of hope for himself.

"boom!"

Jack shot Picard, who was lying on the ground, in the head. He turned around and said in surprise, "FBI? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

No matter how stupid you are, you can see that Jack is playing with you, not to mention that Kleiner is just pretending to be crazy.

"Who are you? And her, what kind of creditor? I don't know her at all."

The old guy was holding his injured leg, with a fierce look in his eyes, staring at Jack and Hannah who shot him, as if he wanted to remember their appearance firmly.

Jack ignored him and it was Hannah's time.

"I know you don't know me, and you may not even remember killing my parents. It doesn't matter. I just want to send you to hell with my own hands."

After Hannah finished speaking, she emptied the magazine in her hand towards the culprit who caused her childhood misfortune.

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"Ding!" Jack closed the lighter in his hand and took a deep puff of the cigar, feeling the slight sting from the smoke that stimulated his mouth.

After the fierce battle, the men sat around the factory without saying a word, each holding a cigar. These trophies came from the collection in Kleiner's office.

The sky has gradually turned white, and it is already past 4 o'clock in the morning. The exhaustion after a fierce battle has made everyone's spirits a little dazed, and they are looking at the rising sun in the distance in a daze.

"Actually, this place is quite beautiful."

Jack suddenly discovered that since he came to this small town, except for the time when he went to the central square of the town, he had not paid much attention to everything around him.

Now that everything was over, this place seemed to have had a veil suddenly torn off, and it appeared in front of him in a new way.

I will no longer easily try long plots in the future, because I feel tired and lose subscriptions.

Asking for a monthly ticket! At least let me pass 1,000 this month, otherwise it will be too embarrassing.