The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 967: Ride of the Valkyrie
"Ho!"

Time goes back to 5 minutes ago. Lanston punched Reacher in the face, but accidentally injured his little finger and cursed in pain.

"God knows, I had it all planned out, get paid, wait a while, and then I can retire quietly."

The old man rubbed the back of his hand and cursed loudly. Around him and Reacher stood seven or eight former NYPD corrupt police officers holding various guns.

These are his old subordinates who have followed him for many years. When they were still in the NYPD, they were all in the same boat. Over the years, Langston has never let any of them down, so even in front of so many people, he can still speak freely.

"That idiot Swan started asking around and even got help. My carefully designed plan was ruined by him and his friends."

Langston gave up punching and kicking Reacher, who was handcuffed to the chair, and switched to a more insulting slap in the face.

"But that's okay, I can modify the plan and sign the documents in Swan's name, and if the FBI or something comes to investigate, it will look like he did it.

Swan made the deal, disappeared with the money, and I was able to enjoy women, sunbathing, and cold beer on the beach."

"But now, because of you, you and the rest of your team, this plan has become a piece of shit again!"

He pulled out a gun and pointed it at Reacher's bruised face. "I'm going to ask you one last time. Where are your team members now? What are you planning to do?"

Reacher spat out a mouthful of blood foam and grinned. Although there was blood between his teeth, his smile was extremely brilliant. "You look very angry, but I'm curious, can you really enjoy women at your age?"

Lanston couldn't help but hit him again with the butt of his gun. He was obviously the one who was beating people unilaterally, but he was so tired that he held his knees and gasped for breath. This made the scene in front of him look a little funny.

If you ignore the bruises on Reacher's face and the blood at the corners of his mouth, the sadist and the masochist inexplicably give people a sense of misalignment.

"You're a stubborn bastard, just like the soldiers you used to command." Lanston finally caught his breath and vented his anger. The threat turned into an inducement.

"You know what? I originally suggested giving Swan a share of the pie. This suggestion also applies to you. Tell me the whereabouts of your accomplices."

Reacher raised his swollen eyelids and tried to ask in a calm tone, "Where is he?"

"You mean your friend? He's here." Lanston suddenly realized, "Is that why you're here? You want to see him?"

The old man showed a malicious and sarcastic smile on his face. Under Reacher's gaze, he walked to a cabinet, opened a drawer, and took out a glass jar full of liquid.

The glass jar was filled with transparent liquid. What was horrifying was that there was an eyeball and a finger soaked in the transparent liquid.

"See? Sometimes, if I want to frame someone, I don't need his whole body. I just need his fingerprint to verify it on the computer so that I can sign some documents.

Only one eyeball is needed, which is used for iris verification and scanning certain locations in and out of the headquarters building to create the illusion that he is still alive."

Seeing Reacher turning his head away reluctantly, Lanston deliberately walked in front of him and gently shook the glass jar in his hand, “He insisted on playing the hero and refused to say anything, but I still found out the other three people.

Is this the idiot you taught? Haha, so this is all your fault, you taught them to meddle in other people's business, and you caused them to lose their lives. "

Lanston was observing Reacher's expression while speaking, but he still got nothing. He knew that he couldn't force the big guy to surrender, and he felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart. But things had already progressed to the last step, and he couldn't think of how the other side's four or five people could continue to cause any damage to his plan, especially when their commander was still in his hands.

Langston is an old corrupt cop who doesn't like to leave any traces behind. Just like how he was able to escape from the NYPD unscathed back then, he firmly believes that he can do the same this time.

But when he thought about having to leave the country and hide his identity at a considerable cost because of those few fish that slipped through the net, he couldn't help but feel irritated, so he decided to do something that would make him feel better.

Langston handed the glass jar containing Swan's eyeball and finger to one of his men, "The reunion party is over, flush these away, we shouldn't leave any evidence behind."

Then he pointed at Reacher and said, "Get a stretcher and get him on the helicopter when we leave."

Reacher still looked at the subordinate expressionlessly, and walked into the bathroom with what was probably the last trace of Swan left in this world. His hand, handcuffed to the back of the chair, quietly touched his heel.

At this moment, there was a loud noise suddenly coming from outside, followed by a strange sound of music.

“I’m not the lucky one, no
Some people are born with a silver spoon in their hands

Lord, will they save themselves?

But when the tax office comes knocking
Lord, that house is like a clearance sale, yes

"

"A runaway truck?" Lanston was startled as he put down the walkie-talkie. He realized that it might be the work of Reacher's companions outside, and then he sneered.

"Notify the helicopter to start up and let's get out of here." He strode to a row of servers, opened the cabinet door and pulled out the hard drive inside.

These hard drives contain all the information about the "Little Wings" project, and they might be used to make another deal with the middleman later.

This old black cop who had worked in the NYPD for more than 30 years knew very well that official action could not be so reckless. Moreover, using a truck to crash open the gate instead of a police armored vehicle was obviously the work of Reacher's companions outside.

However, before he could make any move or give any instructions, another explosion was heard, and the surroundings instantly fell into darkness. Only the indicator lights of various colors on the servers continued to flash.

As the generator started running automatically, the emergency lights came on, but the entire room was no longer as bright as before, but fell into darkness.

"What the hell is going on?" Lanston tried hard to get his eyes adjusted to the sudden change in light and darkness, not noticing that Reacher, who was originally handcuffed to the chair, had disappeared.

The singing coming from outside suddenly disappeared, and the rhythmic and loud gunshots and the guards' panicked counterattacks and screams could be vaguely heard, giving people the illusion that all this was unreal.

The music sounded again, this time it was no longer a song, but a symphony called "The Ride of the Valkyries". At first, the sound of the prelude was a little vague, and just when everyone was confused, another loud noise was heard.

The lowered rolling door was deformed and twisted, and the all-black Pontiac Firebird roared into the room. During the 90-degree drift, the car body hit an armed security guard at the door and sent him flying.

Jack didn't turn on the car lights. In the dim light, only a scarlet streak of light moved back and forth on the front of the car, as if the eyes of a ferocious beast were scanning everyone in the room.

(End of this chapter)