"Goodbye, Joe gotta go, oh my."

"He drove his canoe down the Mississippi River."

"His Evan, is the sweetest girl, God!"

"Wild child, let's have a good time on the riverbank~!"

As Hannah tuned the car radio to the local radio station, a classic Carpenter song "Jambalaya" rang out, and the cheerful melody and catchy lyrics made Jack shake his head and hum.

The Chinese name of this song is "Assorted Vegetables", and it has also been adapted into a Chinese song "Little Wronged Family", which has been sung by an unspeakable actress.

Louisiana, also known as the 'Pelican State,' was once a colony of a European country known for its efforts to tan its armpits, until 1803, when it was sold to the Pretty State for 4 cents a acre by a not-so-tall great.

Today, like the capitals of the European powers, Baton Rouge, where the state government is located, and New Orleans, famous for its grilled chicken wings, have become home to the largest concentrations of certain ethnic groups.

New Orleans, in particular, is now one of the least safe cities in the entire country since the famous hurricane in 2005, with the white population dropping to less than 3 percent.

In fact, Jack quite understands why the 40,000 National Guard brought guns into the city to maintain order after Hurricane Katrina hit that year, instead of disaster relief.

Not to mention that there is only one country in the world where military disaster relief has become a routine, and after a natural disaster, it is not busy with self-help but a place where groups go to the street to buy for zero yuan, although there are many in the beautiful country, but it is possible that it can form such a large scale and last for so long New Orleans.

So after enjoying a wonderful ballet performance in Houston the day before, the two of them chose to choose Laye Fa 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 black buddies who tried to rob the two will take the initiative to back down after seeing Jack's mighty FK7.5.

Eventually, Jack and Hannah gave up on staying in the city and opted for a resort hotel on the outskirts of the city, where Cajun cuisine is a must-see as one of the most French cantons.

A variety of spicy flavors of wild duck, hare, seafood soup, and long-lost rice make someone feel a little back at home.

"I think I can redeem my family's ranch just by selling this crayfish recipe, if you will."

In the evening, on the long embankment, looking out over the Mississippi Delta, Hannah sucked on the soup at her fingertips and let out a sigh of contentment.

In Louisiana, the origin of this crayfish, the people here have given enough patience and enthusiasm to this small amount of meat to this small amount of gadget, and it has even influenced several nearby southern states, such as Texas, where Anna was born, and a similar beer lobster festival is held every year.

After tasting Cajun food here at noon, Jack purchased a full 6 pounds of fresh crayfish that had just been caught from the rice fields, borrowed it from the hotel kitchen for a little tip, and cooked a large pot full of spicy flavors, accompanied by the local specialty of 'Machine Ghost' draft beer, and the two spent the night leisurely.

Jack was also a little overwhelmed, which was very rare for him who had always been self-disciplined, and he slept in the chaise longue with difficulty, felt the cool evening breeze blowing around him, and gave a long hiccup, which made Hannah laugh until he couldn't do it.

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

"Jack, I think we might be in trouble, when are you going to get to Georgia?"

Braxton's voice came over the phone.

Jack's heart tightened, and he straightened up from the chaise longue, and Hannah on the other side saw that his expression suddenly became serious, so he quickly wiped his hands, sat down beside him, and listened to the content of the call.

"We plan to arrive in Atlanta tomorrow afternoon, and we should be able to get to Margrave in the evening, what's going on?"

"I've been in this boring shitty town with Chris for days, and we found a suspicious person, and we suspected he was a federal agent, so we followed him, and then found out that there was someone behind his ass."

Braxton's tone was unpleasant, and the guy who had just left the mercenary profession was obviously not quite used to the quiet life of such a small town.

"Who's stalking him? You didn't alarm each other, did you? ”

Jack is still more relieved about the Wolf brothers, although Braxton is a little impulsive, but Chris's personality is calm enough, and it doesn't seem necessary to have him, he suddenly thought of the explosion in LA Harbor that Hannah talked about before, and he was a little worried.

"No, it's a bunch of South American mercenaries, I saw their tattoos, they must have been discharged from the special forces, we only have a tattered revolver snatched from the thugs on hand now, it's a big trouble, can you send the equipment over as soon as possible."

Well, there is no guy in hand, no wonder the former mercenary is so irritable.

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

Jack reassured Braxton and continued.

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

The call was handed to Wolf, and his voice was much calmer.

"A big man, about 6 feet 2 inches tall, weighing about 200 pounds, under 40 years old, looking very cultured, coming about a week before us, we followed him almost all around town, and found that his goals might be the same as ours, and he was also coming for the Kleiner Foundation."

Jack was excited in his heart, he really caught up with the plot, listening to Chris's description, this federal agent is not Jack Reicher's brother, the Secret Service agent who received a box lunch at the beginning, Joey Reicher.

"Hannah and I left tonight overnight, and before we arrived, helped keep an eye on him, uh. If some protection is available, he may have some clues from the Kleiner Foundation. ”

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

Chris simply hung up.

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

Knowing what she was thinking, Jack was relieved, "Don't worry, leave everything to me, and we will definitely find out the truth back then." ”

"Thank you, Jack, for doing so much for me."

Before Hannah could finish speaking, another hurried bell rang, and after the answer, Braxton's hurried voice rang on the phone.

"Jack, we're in big trouble, Chris got shot, that federal agent, he could be dead"

(End of chapter)