The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 38 Traditional Skills, Empty Magazines
Wind River Valley is sparsely populated enough.

And the location of the oil company's drilling rig is even a place where birds don't shit.

The convoy was driving in the uninhabited wilderness, the night was against the background of white snow, emitting a faint white light, for more than an hour, when the leading vehicle slowed down, facing the first twilight of the morning, the convoy approached a container transformation He was blocked in front of the living area.

"Good morning."

A security guard came up on a snowmobile and greeted with a smile: "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Do you know about the case in town?"

Chuck gave Jane a wary look, stepped forward and asked.

"heard."

The security personnel looked left and right, with a look of pity: "It's really a pity."

"Captain, is there a problem?"

At this time, a group of security guards surrounded them on snowmobiles.

"It's nothing, they just came here for routine inquiries."

The security captain smiled and said, "Really?"

"What happened to the wound on your face?"

Chuck motioned everyone to look at the cut on the security captain's face.

"Oh."

The security captain smiled and said: "When you are patrolling in the forest on a 60-yard snowmobile all day long, it's normal to get injured by branches on your face. We need to patrol at least twice a day. You know, it involves territorial issues. .”

"You should have masks."

The female police chief heard the hint of the security captain's jurisdiction, but she also noticed the problem.

This kind of long-term patrol by bicycle outside in the ice and snow, if you don't wear a mask, you are looking for death.

And if you wear a mask, how can you get scratched by branches like this.

The other tribal police officers are on alert.

No one likes borders within borders within borders within borders where extraterritorial jurisdiction appears on their own territory.

"I also want a helmet."

The security captain's smile remained unchanged: "But the person in charge said, isn't the snow soft enough? Dezhou company, with this treatment, everyone understands it!"

Jane couldn't help but look at Chuck.

Because as far as she knows, Chuck is a Texan and should know this best.

"It's really Texas."

Chuck nodded: "But the wounds on your faces are not from the branches, but from the struggle."

"Who are you? Why do you say that?"

A security guard's expression changed, and he shouted at Chuck.

"This is Dr. Chuck Wolfe!"

Jane stepped forward and showed her FBI badge: "The consultant I hired has enough professional knowledge to judge the condition of your wounds."

"Has Matt Olson been here?"

Chuck looked at the security captain.

"Matt?"

The security captain smiled and said: "He is the boss's son, so he will naturally go wherever he thinks. If you are looking for him, I suggest you go to his house to find him. It is much more comfortable there than here."

Chuck motioned to Jane.

"We need to go in now and have a look and talk to everybody."

Jane said.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly a tribal police officer yelled.

"what happened?"

The sheriff was puzzled.

"They surrounded us on three sides."

The tribal policeman shouted nervously.

As soon as the words came out, everyone drew their guns.

"lay down your weapon!"

"Put down the gun!"

More than a dozen people on both sides pointed their guns at each other, shouting the disarm spell!

The result is that no one is stupid enough to really put down their guns.

The atmosphere is on fire.

"Is the body camera recording?"

Chuck ignored these threats and looked calmly at the tribal policeman wearing a body camera.

As long as there is a recorded video, if the first shot is not fired, once the fire is fired, it is self-defense.

In fact, if it weren't for the FBI agent Jane and the tribal police, he wouldn't have to be so troublesome at all.

"exist!"

The tribal policeman pointed his gun at a security guard, not daring to move his eyes.

"Hey hey hey!"

Jane held a gun and yelled: "I am the FBI, this is federal land, I have the right to investigate, everyone put down their guns and put away their guns! Otherwise, it will be regarded as assaulting the police!"

As he spoke, he took the lead in slowly putting away his guns: "Everyone relax."

"Dylan, put the gun down."

The security captain thought about it and shouted at his subordinates.

Seeing this, the female police chief also ordered the tribal policemen to put down their guns.

The tribal police officers walked out of the encirclement cautiously, and then looked angrily at the security guards.

They were sure that the other party had malicious intentions just now, and they were very likely to be completely wiped out by the other party's sneak attack.

At the same time, they also believed that this case must have something to do with these bastards.

"Take us there!"

Jane breathed a sigh of relief, walked up to the security captain, and ordered forcefully.

"Okay, ma'am."

The security captain restored his smile again, turned around and walked towards the living area with a promise.

The subordinates of both sides watched each other vigilantly and kept up.

When he came to a container house in the living area, the security captain smiled and said, "This is where Matt lived when he brought people over for hunting. One of his bodyguards is still living in it. You can ask him any questions you have."

"what is his name?"

Chuck frowned.

"Sean Raibert."

The security captain said something with a smile, and then shouted into the room: "Hey, Sean, the FBI came to ask you about that poor girl in the town."

"Sean Raibert!"

Chuck's eyes were fixed, and he jumped over Jane who went up to knock on the door, and shouted into the room.

Jane crossed Chuck dissatisfied, blocked Chuck behind her, knocked on the door, but when there was no movement, she reached out and twisted the doorknob to try to open the door, but it was locked inside.

"Are you sure there's someone in there?"

Jane turned her head to look at the security captain, and saw that the security captain smiled strangely. The next moment, she felt a huge force coming.

boom!
The door of the container was directly smashed by large-caliber bullets, and a submachine gun fired wildly at the tribal policemen outside the door through the hole.

This is also a signal.

The security guards also quickly drew their guns one by one, aimed at the tribal police officers and began to empty their magazines.

The tribal police officers were caught off guard, and two were killed or injured in the blink of an eye.

Just when the female police chief's eyes were tearing and she tried her best to fight back, she still couldn't stop her men from being hit and fell due to lack of firepower.

However, the security guards who were shooting frantically on the opposite side seemed to have pressed the pause button, and their guns stopped firing. Their bodies fell backwards in unison, and they smashed heavily into the snow.

Jane, who was almost bombarded by the door before, was dragged and thrown to a safe place by Chuck in time. She saw this scene when she got up and drew her gun to support the female sheriff.

"Didn't you say that most people don't take headshots?"

Jane knew it was inappropriate to say such things at this time, but she couldn't help but complain to Chuck who stood there calmly and shot.

Chuck didn't answer this question, but gave her a look of self-experience, and reminded: "You help Sheriff Bishop rescue the wounded, and I will chase him!"

In the shootout just now, because Chuck joined, besides the fastest security captain on the security team, including those who did not talk about martial arts sneak attacks in the container house, Chuck gave him a bullet before a magazine was emptied. All gone.

(End of this chapter)