The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 254
"Are you going to circle up from the west?" the sheriff asked Harris.

"If he is indeed on the northern ridge, he will be able to see it more clearly from the east. There is also a cliff over there, with a gentle slope and a suitable height, and the view is wide enough."

Jack chose to believe Harris' judgment. After all, the sheriff said before that the militia had used this place as a shooting range before.

"Take the walkie-talkie and adjust the channel to 23. The sheriff and I went to attract his attention. Jack, you are in your position and report. The others pass through the middle, go up the hill from the north gentle slope, pay attention to concealment, and get as close to him as possible. "

While talking, Hotchner put plates on his body armor, leaving the most dangerous work to himself.

"I'll go with you." Rossi smiled and took out a box from the trunk, opened it and found a pair of sneakers inside.

Reid glanced curiously at the HK417 in Jack's hand, and at the same time tightened the wooden gun case hanging around his waist, only to be spotted by Harris.

"Let me give you a suggestion, little bamboo pole, the way you equip your gun is almost like asking someone to take it away." Harris sneered.

Hotchner unceremoniously helped Reid fight back, "The last person who thought so was shot in the head by him, right in front of my eyes."

The others also glared at the unabashed old militia leader. Although they all liked to tease Reid, they would not sit back and watch him being bullied by an outsider.

Reid didn't care, and didn't even respond to Harris. Instead, he joked with Hotchner, "Actually, I've been trying to tell you that I actually aimed at his feet that time."

Jack gave him a thumbs up, awesome, this kid dares to joke with Poker Face Hotchner now.

Emily happily pushed him, and together with Jiejie, the three of them walked along the path to the north on a gentle slope.

Jack drove and took Rossi and Harris to the cliff in the east. The slope here was really gentle, and he drove the car halfway up the hill before stopping.

"It's here, the angle is just right, I once killed a gray wolf here."

Harris, who was walking in the front, picked up a prairie rattlesnake with a wooden stick without changing his expression, and then fell into the withered grass.

As he said before, the view here is really good, and you can have a panoramic view of the situation on the top of the opposite cliff.

The distance between the two sides did not exceed 300 meters. Jack lay beside Harris, and he could clearly see the opponent's face through the scope.

Henry Foster pinned a beautiful girl to the ground and was tying her up with a rope.

"Hodge, we're ready." Rosie lay beside Jack and said through the intercom.

"He really turned himself into Francis Goering."

Jack noticed that Henry Foster had torn off the bandages on his face, revealing a fresh wound underneath, exactly where the scar on Francis Goring's face was.

On the other side, Hotchner was already in place. He held a loudspeaker and directly called out the name of Francis Goering instead of Henry Foster to the top of the cliff.

"Francis Goring, can you hear me? Channel 2, let's talk."

Rossi also adjusted the intercom to channel 2. Henry Foster was indeed carrying a police intercom, and everyone heard his voice clearly.

"Yes, I can hear it. This is my territory, not yours. Get out of here, or she will die."

"Fuck, the bitch is too close to that girl, I can't aim." Harris cursed under his breath.

"Jack?" Rosie looked at Jack.

"It's difficult. The wind speed is at least level 5, but it's not a big problem. Don't worry. He hasn't gotten nervous yet. Let Hotchina attract his attention and keep him as far away from the girl as possible."

Rossi nodded, turned the channel back to 23, and whispered a few words to the sheriff next to Hotchner.

Jack looked down and saw the small road on the right. The three Jiejie and the two local police officers were still trekking hard, and it would take at least 10 minutes to reach a relatively short distance.

Under the cliff on the left, Hotchina raised his hands and stood in the middle of the open space with only a walkie-talkie.

"I just wanted to talk to you."

"You want to talk? Let's talk! But if you come close, she's going to get shot, get it?" Hilltop's Henry Foster roared over the intercom, getting emotional.

"She'll be the first to die, understand?"

"During the Ruby Ridge incident, was your FBI's policy also to shoot and kill?" Harris asked suddenly.

Jack didn't speak, knowing that the object of his question was Rosie, who was about his age.

"It wasn't then, but it is now." Rossi glanced at him and answered his malicious question head-on.

"So I'm now where you were at the beginning, am I?" Harris' tone was a little self-deprecating, as if he had just discovered that he had become a disgusted federal lackey.

"Come on, Harris, you know it's not the same as it was 30 years ago." Jack wanted to relieve Rossi, this guy was obviously changing the concept secretly.

"I was at the scene and was one of the six negotiators sent to negotiate." Rossi said the truth unexpectedly.

"It was a tragedy. The sniper did not receive an order to shoot. Of course, this is not to shirk responsibility. I am just stating the facts. Now, I order you to shoot."

"The lunatic on the opposite side cannot be captured alive. Hodge is using his life to attract the attention of the other party, so he shoots when the time comes."

"I have to admit, no matter the kid next to me, or you, including that injured pretty girl, and that guy who likes to keep a straight face, they are all good people. The matter is over, and you are welcome to my bar Sit down."

Harris stopped talking nonsense and started aiming intently.

On the other side, Hotchner was still talking, "We know you. When you were 15 years old, you were kicked out of the house by your father. He was a bad alcoholic and he abandoned you."

"Since then, you have been in and out of prison many times, and your life was like death, until Francis took you in, but I am curious, did he know that you are a 'give', and has been secretly loving him?"

"Shut up! You bastard!" Henry Foster yelled, his voice echoing in the valley.

"Don't be captured alive, but be remembered by the world." Then he muttered to himself from the walkie-talkie.

"Let go of that girl, I will give the order to clear the place, just the two of us, let's have a good talk, there is no need to go to that step." Hotchner was still chattering, exposing himself to an assault rifle less than [-] meters away on the open space.

"Shut up, you have to do this, you have to"

Henry Foster slammed the girl under his knees, straightened his upper body, raised the AR-15 in his hand, and was about to fire at Hotchina.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The two shots sounded almost simultaneously.

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