The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 111 Like Mud, Li Si! ! !
Tim seemed to understand something: "You mean, if we make a big splash, the other party will not dare to act rashly?"

"No." Jack shook his head: "We can only put on a big gesture, but we can't really do it, otherwise their secret operation will fail, and we won't get what we want, so we can only do this."
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An hour later, LA Long Beach Cargo Terminal.

"Why did you install a row of conspicuous red breathing lights on the front of this Firebird? Although it looks cool, it is not conducive to night action at all."

Tim complained, but the envy and jealousy of Jack's car in his eyes was not fake at all.

"This is originally a toy I used to attract beautiful women, not to participate in secret operations. You'd better pray that there will be no conflicts later, or you will be responsible for even a little scratch on my baby."

Jack was not forgiving, and he was also annoyed in his heart. The car he looked like was not really a super car with artificial intelligence, and it was not even bulletproof. As a result, he drove out as soon as his brain got hot, although it was really exciting along the way. .
"Jack, Tim, all in place." Angela's voice came from the intercom.

The two people waiting in the car exchanged glances, opened the door and got out of the car. Jack whispered, "Be careful and act according to the plan."

Tim nodded, didn't say much, drew his gun, and sneaked towards the pier with a low body.

Jack changed his route and also headed towards the pier. After a while, he appeared on the top of two stacked container cabinets.

The dock was brightly lit, and a dozen or so armed men were busy, some were operating a forklift to load goods into an open container, and the rest were guarding around with automatic weapons. He also saw the man who claimed to be Colonel Norman Jangers The black man is next to an SUV, discussing something with another person.

A few minutes later, there was a bang sound from a corner. Colonel Norman Jangers raised his head and waved to the people around him. Everyone dispersed immediately. After a while, John, Nila and Tim embraced each other. The head was pushed out.

"John, what's the matter with you? I warned you." Colonel Norman Jangers spread his hands and walked towards John.

"But I didn't listen." John replied calmly.

"I'm very disappointed, I thought you were quite smart." The smile on Colonel Norman Jangers' face contained a murderous intent that couldn't be concealed.

"No, it's my friend who is smart, otherwise the FBI would look down on him, all of this is in his plan."

John tilted his head, and everyone present looked at him. Beside the stopped forklift, Jack, who appeared there shortly, held a gun against the head of a hostage, and the other hand had been torn away. I took off the raincloth covering the goods on the pallet of the forklift, and there were neatly stacked hundred-yuan bills on it.

"How much is this pallet, let me guess, 2000 million? This is the first time I've seen someone transport money in a container. Can anyone tell me how much money can be filled if the entire container is filled? 10 billion? 20 billion? "

Jack laughed and teased, not caring that he was being pointed at by N guns.

Colonel Norman Jangers still maintained his smile, "Look, John, you really don't think you can threaten us with one hostage, do you? I told you that sometimes we have to accept collateral damage."

John remained expressionless, and pointed to his chest with his raised right hand, on which there was a laser red dot.

Nila put down her hands covering her head, turned them to her chest, and rolled her eyes, "Then what if you are added to the collateral damage? 50 caliber, 350 meters, the best rifle shooter in the entire LAPD police department - Angela Lopez, I'm sure you've got information on all of us."

After finishing speaking, she waved to the tallest tower crane in the whole pier.

The smile on the face of Colonel Norman Jangers gradually froze, and finally turned dark.

"Why bother, this is an ending that benefits no one, and we are trained to do whatever it takes to get the job done."

"Are you sure you can complete the task?" Jack snapped his fingers as if playing handsome, the sound of cars sounded in the distance, and a police car drove over with flashing lights, but the siren did not sound.

Lucy and Zooey got out of the car and appeared in front of everyone.

"Can you explain, who gave you the power to print counterfeit banknotes in my jurisdiction and kill people recklessly?"

Zoe asked righteously.

Colonel Norman Jangers has become paralyzed, a branch chief who is about to leave his post and enter politics, seems to be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

"Okay, Norman, let's hear what they want."

From the shadow of the SUV body, a person stepped out. It was the one who had talked to Colonel Norman Jangs before.

Jack's eyes widened suddenly, and his pupils shook like mud, Li Si! ! !

This uncle with a stern face and a slightly melancholy look in his eyes is unexpectedly John Reaser, that cruel thug in a suit and future Harold Finch's good friend, who suddenly appeared at this time.

Fortunately, everyone's attention was now on Riise, and no one noticed Jack's sudden strangeness.

"One of you killed Joe Delacourts, hand him over, and we'll go."

Tim glanced at Lise, then turned his head and made a request to Norman.

"What about the money?" Norman tilted his head, motioning to the container beside him and the pallet on the forklift.

"It has nothing to do with us." Tim glanced at the counterfeit banknotes stuffed in the container, and a hint of imperceptible disgust flashed in his eyes.

"Tim?" John thought he had heard wrong.

"John, this is their task, it has nothing to do with us, just listen to Tim." Seeing that the other party was a little loose, Jack hurriedly stopped John.

The atmosphere at the scene was a bit stagnant, Colonel Norman Jangers' eyes were vacillating, and everyone remained silent, as if they were waiting for his choice.

John Reaser walked up to him, "You DIA people, you are in charge, but this operation is being carried out in the name of our CIA"

"Okay." Colonel Norman Jangers finally let go.

"Pettigrew! Surrender your weapons."

"What?" A companion behind him looked at him in surprise.

"We've been through so much together, and you just sold me?"

Colonel Norman Jangers was also very annoyed, "I told you, this is the country, you have to keep a low profile and see what you have done? What can I do now, am I here with the LAPD?"

After a pause, he whispered, "They don't have direct evidence, so keep your mouth shut and give everything to the lawyer, and it will come out soon."

Pettigrew pursed his lips tightly, and after a while reluctantly said, "Yes, sir."

(End of this chapter)