The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 303 Confrontation
The 5 snowmobiles were moving forward with muddy water all the way. Not long after, several tall derricks came into everyone's view. Around the derricks, there were several white prefabricated houses scattered messily.

The nearest one is a single prefabricated room the size of a container, which seems to function like a duty room. Not far away, there are several prefabricated rooms spliced ​​into a long strip shape, which should be the dormitory where the security guards live.

As the five snowmobiles approached, a man in a black uniform who had been waiting there for a long time jumped onto the four-wheeled tracked vehicle parked at the door and greeted everyone.

"Hey, good morning, guys." The visitor looked very enthusiastic.

"Good morning, what's your name?" Everyone stopped the car, and the old sheriff at the front shook hands with him.

"Sergey Meyers, is there anything I can do for you?" The man smiled and looked easy to speak.

"It's like this. I heard that you have installed a lot of cameras nearby. I hope to retrieve some surveillance from three days ago. You know, a girl had an accident nearby."

As Jane spoke, she took out her FBI ID and flashed it.

"No problem, our surveillance video will be kept for at least half a year."

The man's answer was so straightforward that everyone didn't expect it, and even Jack was a little puzzled. Could it be that they guessed wrong before?
At this time, two more crawler vehicles drove up from the prefabricated houses in the row, stopped in front of everyone, and five security guards in uniform jumped out of the vehicles.

Jack's eyelids jumped, 6 to 6, his team's numerical advantage was evened out, and at least two of the five people who had just arrived were carrying shotguns.

He subconsciously took out his mobile phone from the inner pocket of the down jacket and looked at it. Sure enough, there was no signal at all. If he guessed correctly, the radio communication distance of the tribal police should not be able to reach the main station dozens of miles away.

In my impression, it seems that every time I am in such a situation where I lose contact with the outside world, bad things will happen.

"Hey, is everything okay?" One of the few people who arrived later asked.

"Yes, yes, it's nothing. They came with the FBI and wanted to get some surveillance." The guy named Sergey Meyers looked like the leader of them. After hearing his explanation, the others Oh, and then stopped talking.

"What's going on with you?" Jane also noticed something was wrong, frowning and looking at the few people who had just stood still.

"What's going on?" The atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle, and there was a moment of silence before someone replied.

"Why do you have injuries on your faces?" Jane nodded.

Among the six people, four of them had scars on their faces, which were very obvious, one by one, as if they had been scratched by a cat.

"Oh, well, if you were driving a 60-yard snowmobile through those woods, your pretty little face would be just like ours."

Sergey Meyers' words immediately made his companions burst into laughter.

No one made a sound here. Jack and the tribal policemen all had sullen faces. Watching them perform, the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

"Haha." Sergey Meyers laughed dryly again, "It is stipulated that we patrol along the boundary twice a day, which involves territorial issues."

Including the old sheriff, the faces of several tribal policemen became even more ugly. The territorial issue is an eternal pain in the hearts of all the aborigines in the Indian reservations.

As mentioned earlier, nominally, the aborigines enjoy a high degree of self-control in the reserve, and can even make their own laws and enjoy various rights.

However, in fact, even these remote and barren lands that are forcibly distributed like handouts where the various reservations are located may be taken back by the Federation at any time, or occupied by various methods.

Just like the drilling camp they are in right now, where the consortium found oil, they could forcefully rent this land at a low price through the BIA.

As a result, this place has become a country within a country. The security guards hired by the consortium maintain the security here, and the tribal police have no right to enforce the law here.

This is also one of the reasons why the aborigines have no sympathy for the BIA, which theoretically should protect their interests and serve them.

"Where do you all live?" Jack asked suddenly, pointing to the long row of prefabricated houses in the distance.

"Yes, yes, we all live in it." Sergey Meyers still had a smile on his face.

"Can we go in and take a look?" Jack's words made several tribal police officers look sideways. This hard tone is what Jane said before, politely asking for consent?

"Oh, of course, come on, it's so cold outside, why don't you go in and have a drink together?"

Unexpectedly, Sergey Meyers seemed to show a very calm attitude, even very enthusiastic, and greeted a group of tribal policemen and walked forward.

The location where everyone parked was about 500 meters away from the prefabricated house in the distance. This distance was very embarrassing. The old police chief looked back at the snowmobiles they were driving, hesitated for a moment, and stepped forward. Take the lead and move forward.

Jack followed closely behind the old sheriff, his face seemed to have improved a lot because of the cooperation of the other party, and he asked as he walked.

"You only have 6 people, and it is very hard to manage such a large area."

Sergey Meyers was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't understand why this unknown young man was arrogant and condescending, then he glanced at his unusually young and handsome face, as if he regarded him as a stunned young man, and casually agreed road.

"Yes, but don't you still have those cameras? Otherwise, I really can't manage it. I have mentioned to the person in charge many times that we should recruit more people, but the Texas company, you know."

"By the way, are you looking for the girl who froze to death in the snow?"

Jane, who followed Jack, nodded, "Yes, we found that she might have been hijacked on a nearby road, and some witnesses saw the suspected hijacker's vehicle."

"Wow, then his eyes must be very good. There are no street lights on the road here. How did he see clearly?"

Hearing this guy's intentional or unintentional cliché, Jack and Jane looked at each other tacitly. This was their prepared tactic, and they didn't expect the other party to be hooked so easily.

Whether it was the police report or the local radio station that broadcast the news, there was never any mention of when Natalie disappeared, and this guy let himself go.

"What do you guys Fuck want?" Deputy Sheriff Brant, who was walking at the end, stopped suddenly and looked behind him.

"What?" Sergey Meyers, who was walking in the front, also stopped, and looked back at the crowd.

"Why are you standing on both sides of me?" Deputy Sheriff Brant suddenly became nervous, stepped back a few steps, and drew his pistol.

"What are you talking about?" The security guard beside him looked confused.

"You Falk asked me what? You surrounded us from three sides!" The Glock 17 in Brandt's hand pointed to a security guard facing him.

Immediately afterwards, everyone present took out their pistols, except for Jack, who didn't bring a Glock at all today. The FK7.5 was fitted with a stock and a red dot sight, and it was inserted into his lower back at this time. Hidden perfectly.

"What do you want to do?"

"Put down the gun!"

"Put the damn gun down!"

The shouts at the scene suddenly became noisy.

(End of this chapter)