The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 183 Assemble
"They forced me, save...save me"

The effect of adrenaline made it impossible for the seriously injured two to pass out. Jack stopped talking to Baker, and keeping the old guy alive was just to leave evidence for Stevenson and Finlay.

Only by seeing and hearing all this with one's own eyes can they stand firm. Facts have proved that this works very well. Stevenson, who was a little bit unbearable, was about to burst into flames in his eyes at this time.

Jack grabbed Dawson next to him, dragged him to the kitchen table, grabbed a kitchen knife, and stuck it in his ear.

"I promise you, as long as you answer the questions honestly, you can be sent to the hospital, otherwise, I will cut off your balls and make you swallow them, just like you did to other people."

Dawson was stunned. He thought he would die, but the fierce light in his eyes gradually faded, and turned into a desire to survive.

"You swear to God you'll let me go."

Jack grew impatient, grabbed the kitchen knife and cut his belt with a flick of his arm.

"I swear by God, just tell what you know and I promise you will go to the hospital."

"Tell me why little Kleiner didn't show up today."

The interrogation didn't take too much time. The reason why Little Kleiner didn't show up was that the day for the counterfeit banknotes to be shipped was set tonight, to be precise at three o'clock in the morning tomorrow.

Kleiner and his son are indeed planning to run away. The Venezuelan mercenaries are not only here to help, but also to rush the goods.

Due to the strict blockade by the Coast Guard that lasted for half a year, the counterfeit banknotes of the Kleiner family could not be shipped out in batches, and the patience of South American buyers was exhausted.

Now that the blockade is finally over, if enough goods cannot be delivered in a short period of time, the next ones to be nailed to the wall will probably be Kleiner and his son.

The counterfeit banknotes accumulated for more than half a year, with a total face value of nearly 50 billion, including packaging, weighed more than 50 tons, and were going to be divided into three container trucks and transported to the port at one time.

In order to prevent accidents, Kleiner specially hired an FBI to escort them. After the counterfeit banknotes were shipped out, they planned to burn down the entire ranch and destroy all evidence.

Thinking that Finlay didn't know that his old FBI friend was the mole, Jack forced Dawson to reveal the FBI's name.

"Picard, I just know they call him that."

"Fuck, I actually regarded him as my friend." Finlay cursed again.

Jack smiled and said, "At least he persuaded you not to come to this town, didn't he?"

After speaking, he took out the FK7.5 equipped with a silencer, shot Dawson in the head, and Braxton in the living room saw the situation, and shot the dying Baker to death.

"Shit, didn't you swear to God?" Finlay was taken aback.

"Your swear words are increasing now."

Jack squinted at him, "I swear to God that I will send him to the hospital, but there is no guarantee that I will send him alive. I will sign a body donation for him later."

Then he glanced at Stevenson with a complicated expression beside him, "Sorry, I messed up your kitchen, but I don't think you guys will live here for too long, and leave this ghost place early when things are over. .”

Stevenson nodded numbly, "We are already planning to move to my parents' house in Tupelo, where the education is better."

Jack watched them move the corpse, and took out his mobile phone to call Reacher. Before he could speak, he heard the good news from the other side.

"Uh, did you really find Paul? Great, I have nothing to do. I just want to tell you that there is no need to go to the mayor's house. He is now with Kleiner and his son. They are going to make a big deal today."

Jack hung up the phone and called Ray King again to inform him that the situation had changed, and now the raid had become imminent and had to be launched, otherwise all the evidence would be wiped out in a fire before dawn.

"Would you like to take a walk with us?" Jack asked Stevenson, who was holding his wife, after plugging in the phone.

The young town policeman gritted his teeth, glanced at his wife in his arms, and squeezed the shotgun in his hand.

"I'm coming with you, I'm going to kill these sons of bitches."

Jack quickly waved his hand, "Don't get me wrong, you don't need to go all out, just trouble you and your wife to come with us and become actors again with the Heborg family."

This guy had such a big flag behind his back, and his death in the original drama was extremely miserable. How could Jack dare to pull him into a team, bringing their husband and wife just to make the kidnapping story more reasonable.

After briefly explaining their plan, Stevenson looked at his wife worriedly and hesitated, but his wife took his arm and agreed.

"Charlie's my cousin, it's great that she's okay with the kids, I've been calling her and Paul for the last few days, you guys saved us, we can't just do nothing."

Do pregnant women have such big emotional changes?Jack was a little confused. He was so scared that his little face turned pale just now, but now the smell of blood in the room has not dissipated, so this guy mustered up his courage again?

Fortunately, this saved me a lot of talking, and I reassigned the vehicles. Jack continued to drive his Firebird, and this time Finlay took the passenger seat. The pickup of the body was given to Braxton.

The three cars drove towards the Kleiner family's ranch.

The hidden location of Zoe and Hannah was behind a small hill, about one kilometer away from the factory building in the ranch, but after climbing to the top of the hill, the distance was shortened to nearly 300 meters.

This is also the most reliable distance for Hannah to use the Barrett M82A1M under the premise of insufficient light at night.

In order to prevent exposure, Zoe and Hannah waited on the roadside on the other side of the hill after observing the terrain.

The two girls were still dressed in black tights last night, but today they put on an extra bulletproof vest.

Jack got out of the car and greeted the two, and was surprised to see Chris in the wheelchair and Dana pushing him.

"The person in the hospital who is protected by his female subordinate and girlfriend, Ray King, has also arrived. I can't take a shot in vain. I have to give something back."

Chris placed his knees flat on the rifle, equipped with a silencer and scope, HK417 sniper type, after replacing this assault rifle with a 20-inch barrel, the accuracy is barely competent.

"as long as you are happy."

Jack was speechless, anyway, the hill was not high, and with Braxton and himself, it wouldn't be too much trouble to get him up.

"Do you really not need me? I think I am in good shape recently.".

Old Hunter also put on the body armor, and the python revolver in his hand nimbly turned around on his fingers before inserting it back into the holster. Behind him, Didi was protecting the mother and daughter of the Heborg family.

It was only after Jack talked badly that he dispelled the old man's idea of ​​returning to the battlefield, Reacher and Roseko finally arrived with Paul.

It was still early at this moment, before 12 o'clock in the evening, when the Heborg family and Stevenson hugged and reunited, the rest of the people gathered in front of Jack's car and discussed specific tactics.

Worried that the information he got from Dawson was wrong, Jack pulled Paul in and asked him to draw the interior layout of the factory and listen to the evidence.

"There are about 50 people inside, and about one-third of them are workers. Although there are more than 30 South American mercenaries, we have killed ten of them yesterday and today."

"Counting several subordinates of Kleiner and his son, we have about 30 militants to deal with. Oh, and one of them is the FBI."

Zooey added what she and Hannah had observed just now.

"Their security is relatively strict today. I saw at least 6 groups of people patrolling outside the factory building. They are in groups of two and change shifts every 20 minutes. The weapons are mainly Uzi submachine guns and UMP45."

Braxton still used his mercenary thinking, "We can't get into close combat, the submachine gun fire is too strong, can we set a fire to drive them out?"

His suggestion was rejected by Reacher in the next second, "It's full of flammable materials, and the chemicals used to clean the ink might cause an explosion. If all the evidence is burned, it will be difficult for the IRS to wipe our ass. "

"Try to fight at medium and long distances, but not set fire to force them out, and the factory building is too big, and we don't have enough smoke bombs"

Jack also encountered difficulties for a while. The ranch is very large and the surrounding area is deserted, so there is no need to worry about the movement of the battle, but it is not a problem if it is delayed for a long time. After all, there is an FBI inside. If it is delayed until dawn, something may happen. Moths come.

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