The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 144 Dividing the spoils
At the same time as Jack landed on the cable, there was an explosion, and the two off-road vehicles were blasted into the sky at the same time just after driving less than 50 meters.

Of course, blowing up to the sky is just an exaggerated description. The C4 that Jason gave to Clay before may be less than 500 grams per pack. The smoke and dust dissipated, and there were even members of the Eugene family in the car who were not killed on the spot.

Clay quickly jumped out of the woods where he was hiding, and after a few gunshots, he completed the replenishment.

The rest of the SEALs still carefully followed the tactical formation. After searching the entire villa and confirming that everything was safe, Jason ordered the Black Hawk to land in front of the house.

When the anxious Jessie jumped off the helicopter, Jack had already appeared at the door of the villa with the unconscious Francine in his arms.

This girl was lucky, maybe it was because the hunting had just started, and the men of the Eugene family planned to accumulate more prey before enjoying it, or maybe they sensed something was wrong last night and temporarily lost the intention to invade the prey.

In short, except for the infection of the wound and some symptoms of dehydration, Francine was fully clothed, but the girl was terrified, worried that she would hurt herself by struggling wildly, so Jack simply knocked her out.

After leaving Francine in the care of Jessie for a while, Jack returned to the villa, and it was time for harvest, but things didn't seem to be going well.

"So, what are we looking for? There's nothing here."

Jason looked a little disappointed, looked at Jack and asked.

What Sam Eugene called the basement was a little cellar hidden under the living room floor, empty and clean enough to starve a mouse.

The other team members didn't know what they were looking for, and looked at the two with confused eyes.

Jack looked around, and finally landed on the wreckage of the two off-road vehicles outside the window.

"Clay, have you checked the trunks of those two cars after you mended the gun?"

"No, what are you talking about? Are we looking for something?" Clay shook his head, somewhat puzzled.

"We'll find out soon enough."

When Jack and the six SEALs reunited in the living room, the table in the middle of the room was already filled with yellow gold nuggets. The visual impact of stacking these things in a pile is much stronger than the same pile of banknotes.

Jason and his team members looked at the pile and couldn't take their eyes off as soon as possible, and the eyeballs of several people were reflected golden.

Lei, who was standing beside Jason, swallowed, picked up one of the pieces to check, and his voice was a little tense.

"Each block weighs around 50 ounces, and is worth about $29 each, even if it's not the highest purity. There's a total of [-] in this, and we're rich."

Jack was a little surprised. He didn't expect the Eugene family to hide most of their savings in this mountain villa. It seemed that the FBI's raid on the vineyard would not yield much.

Jason didn't say anything nonsense, and directly took 5 pieces from the pile of gold pieces and put them aside.

"We are 4 yuan each. Without this FBI kid, we can't make this money, so give him the extra yuan."

The other five people nodded again and again, Lei happily swiped away four gold pieces, and said with emotion: "Naima has always wanted to change to a bigger house, and now she can finally get her wish."

Sonny was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. He was about to take his own portion from the table, but Jason stopped him.

"Your share will be kept by Lei. I don't want you to spend all this money on the belly of a stripper."

Lei Lehe put his share in his bag, "Don't worry, I will return it to you after you get married, and I promise not to let your wife know."

"Damn it, then I will never be able to take it back." Sonny looked annoyed.

Jack returned all the equipment on his body to the seals, and Jason indicated that he could keep the tactical backpack for gold.

Perhaps it was because of the dirty work together, the attitude of several SEALs towards Jack has been greatly improved. After saying goodbye to him enthusiastically, they boarded the Black Eagle and walked away.

When David Rossi landed here in a red and white painted, bulky EC-225 helicopter, he saw only a burning mountain villa and two cars with only car frames left. The wreckage of the off-road vehicle with black smoke.

"This is what Jason asked me to give you."

Jack took the initiative to go forward and handed a memory card to Rossi, which contained a video record left by the SEALs, recording their entire battle process, of course, the last part where everyone shared the spoils was removed.

Rossi was still dressed in an expensive handmade suit, looked at the two girls behind Jack, and waved to a medical staff who just got off the helicopter behind him to check.

"How's the situation?" Rosie's question was vague, but Jack knew what he really wanted to ask.

"There is nothing missing, everything is cleaned up, the seals take their rewards, and some are left in my bag."

Rossi waved his hand, he didn't care about the money, "You can keep the rest, you are not an FBI employee yet."

Jack was a little dumbfounded. Although he really didn't plan to hand it over, he still accepted this person's love.

The two of them didn't have much to talk about. Rossi already knew everything about the matter, and he was very satisfied with Jack's performance. Although he hadn't officially joined the FBI, he had already offered a big gift.

Regardless of the results of the final exploration of the gold mine, the mining conditions must be of certain value.

"What are your plans for the future?" Rossi asked.

Jack shrugged. "Take a day off and go on my road trip."

Although it is to follow the seals to make soy sauce, it is not something ordinary people can do if they can keep up with the rhythm of these killing machines and not slow down.

Jack was physically exhausted, but his spirit was satisfied. He personally participated in a professional paramilitary operation, which is probably an experience that most FBI agents have never had.

"Then I won't bother you. Remember to report to Quantico on time in a month. I will personally participate in your training evaluation."

Rossi glanced at Jessie who was not far away, and there was a bit of teasing in her eyes.

"Let's go, I'll take you back to pick up the car, and that girl can come too, she has some documents to sign."

When the EC-225 helicopter landed at the dilapidated gas station again, it had been razed to the ground, including the big pit behind the dilapidated iron house, which had been completely filled.

Only Jack's Firebird was towed aside, still covered with the old tarpaulin.

Jack took Jessie's hand and jumped out of the helicopter. After leaving the range of the rotor, he turned around and waved goodbye to Rossi.

The wound pierced by the crossbow on Francine still needs an operation, and Rosie will send her directly to the hospital in Las Cruces, where Jessie's other two friends are already waiting.

(End of this chapter)