The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 182 Start

Lei Che took Roseko and set out to find people first, and the others began to pack their equipment. Ray King got them some bulletproof vests and communicators in the name of the IRS. After all, there were many more enthusiastic citizens participating in the operation than originally expected. indivual.

Jack changed the car back to the Firebird, and set off with Braxton first, and the others will rush directly to Kleiner's ranch later to hide.

Dana and Ray King remained in Atlanta, where they would contact and coordinate the IRS's follow-up reinforcements in preparation for the subsequent raids.

The Kleiner family's industries are all over Georgia. Taking down the old nest in Margrave Town is the end for everyone, but for the IRS, it is just the beginning.

Finlay confirmed that everything was going well. He hinted at the police station that Stevenson knew the whereabouts of the Heborg family, and agreed to meet at his house at 8 pm. All this fell into the eyes of that old Baker.

At 7:55 in the evening, Finlay's Ford sedan appeared in front of Stevenson's house. In the woods not far away, Jack's Firebird turned off and stopped there.

Jack and Braxton sat in the car, observing the movement around them, worried that Kleiner's people would make an early move, and waited for Finlay to come to the door. They had been waiting here after dark.

Seeing Finley get out of the car and come to the front of the house and knock on the door, Braxton, who was holding a binoculars, looked back at Jack with some doubts, and then looked down at his clothes.

"Is there something wrong with this guy? This is the South, and he's wearing a duffel suit?"

Jack held back his laughter. After spending the past few days with this guy, he also felt that it was not for nothing that Finlay didn't fit in with this small town.

"Probably because he's from Boston."

The two chatted casually for a while, and before long, Braxton, who had been looking around with a telescope, suddenly said in a deep voice, "Here we come, two cars, a Ford pickup and a GMC commercial vehicle. "

Jack squinted slightly and looked at the road. The pickup was in front and the GMC was behind. The two cars had just got off the road and were turning towards the path leading to Stevenson's house.

Both cars were moving very slowly and turned off their lights while turning the corner.

"Ready to do it." Jack pressed the phone he had been holding in his hand, and a pre-edited message was sent to Finlay.

Putting the mobile phone back into the trouser pocket, the two each carried a pair of HK416 equipped with a silencer and a scope, and bent down into the bushes 40 meters away from the house. This is what they chose after they arrived. s position.

The distance here is right, just in the blind spot for vehicles entering the small road, and the shooting range is also good, completely covering the front door of the house.

The two cars slowly stopped on the lawn in front of the house, the lead Ford pickup got on, and a bald old policeman in uniform got off, it was Baker.

Four people descended from the GMC Canyon, wearing white protective clothing and the same white rubber shoe covers on their feet. The leader was Kleiner's lunatic cousin Dawson.

He had a pistol in his waistband and a crowbar in his hand, and the others had either shotguns or tool bags that contained, without guessing, the tools they used to torture people.

Jack curled his lips, feeling a little regretful that little Kleiner didn't come this time, and he still wanted to deal with that scum here.

Dawson stretched out a finger, pointed at Baker, and then pointed at the gate of Stevenson's house, motioning him to go up and trick the door, unaware that there were already two guns with silencers not far behind him. The machine's HK416 has been aimed at their backs.

"Keep two alive. The bald policeman and the kid with the crowbar are still useful. Don't beat them to death."

Jack closed the insurance, and whispered to Braxton.

The other party nodded slightly, indicating that he had received it. Although the target had been allocated tacitly, Jack knew this guy's behavior.

At the same time, Baker had already walked up the steps hesitantly, raised his hand to knock on the door, and the other four followed him closely, standing against the wall at the door, ready to rush in and subdue the other person as soon as the door opened.

The moment the door was knocked, the originally lit lights in the room suddenly went out at the same time, only a door light under the porch was still on with a faint light.

The situation inside and outside the house reversed in an instant. What was originally bright inside and dark outside turned into dark inside and bright outside a second later.

The sudden change made the killers outside the house a little at a loss. Just as they looked at each other blankly, with a few bangs similar to when opening champagne, the five people standing outside the house didn't even have time to scream. When they were issued, they were shot and fell down one after another.

The shooting skills of both of them were first-class, and they hit the back or the waist. After the bullet penetrated the lungs, the person who was shot could only let out a painful hoo hoo.

"Go." Jack snarled, and Braxton jumped up from the bushes at the same time. It took less than five or six seconds for the two of them to rush forward.

"Boom! Boom!" The two began to refill their guns while running, focusing on the two guys with guns behind them, all headshot, those two shotguns did not have silencers, once the trigger was pulled, the gunshots would be loud. Out for a few kilometers.

When he came to the porch, Jack found that Dawson had been shot in the right back, spitting blood, still struggling to pull out the pistol from his back, but he didn't want to hit it directly with the butt of the gun.

"Finlay, open the door, it's over."

The door was opened, and Finlay looked around nervously, holding a Browning 1911 in his hand. The next second, he was startled by the dead body on the ground in front of the door.

Stevenson standing behind him was also on guard with a shotgun. His wife hid behind him in fear. Both of them had the same pale face.

Seeing the bloody scene in front of her, before the wife could scream, her husband covered her mouth and took her into the back room.

"Come and help." Jack glared at Finlay, who was still in a daze, and dragged Dawson, who was unconscious, into the house. Behind him, Braxton also threw Baker, who was also vomiting blood, into the room.

"Stop the bleeding first, then put this on." Jack handed Finlay two injections, the two epinephrine he'd dropped off from the hospital.

"I'll come too." Stevenson helped his wife into the back room and walked out immediately. Although his face was still pale, he was a policeman anyway, so he wouldn't be fooled by this scene.

Handing over the two half-dead guys to Finlay and Stevenson, Jack and Braxton turned and went out, carried the three bodies outside to the pickup truck driven by Baker, and covered them with the tarpaulin on the car. one time.

When the two returned to the house and closed the door again, they saw Baker holding Stevenson's hand for help.

"Help me, I don't want to die, we've known each other since you were a kid delivering newspapers to everyone, please, my aunt taught your wife in high school."

"So you brought Kleiner's killer to visit the family? You know his wife is pregnant, right?"

Jack glanced at Stevenson, who was a little at a loss, and sneered.

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