The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 304
"Put down the guns, this is DOE on reservation? Leased land, bastards! You're breaking the law by coming here."

"This is leased territory, Deputy Sheriff, you have no jurisdiction."

"Deputy, you have no jurisdiction, you have violated federal law by laying down your arms."

The faces of the security guards changed instantly, including the one who seemed to be the leader among them, Sergey Meyers, who had been smiling all the time.

"Fakeyu, your people surrounded us on purpose, do you think I don't know what you want to do?"

The deputy police chief sprayed back without showing any weakness, and the two police officers under him also quickly stood in a back-to-back mutual covering formation.

"We'll shoot if we don't put down our weapons."

A policeman's Glock pointed at the head of a security guard before he could say a word, "Come on, Bai Pi, shoot!"

Jane also took out her gun. Except for Jack who didn't pull out the gun, only her gun was facing down.

"FBI! Hey! FBI! This is federal land, and I have the right to enforce the law on this land, understand?"

"Put the gun down now, everybody, come on, put it down."

Seeing Jane stand up and walk among everyone, the old sheriff also snapped, "Calm down, put down your guns."

The original tense atmosphere seemed to ease a little, Sergey Meyers was the first to lower his gun and said to Jane.

"Ma'am, you better get your bastards under control."

"No, it's up to you to control the people under you." Jack, who didn't know when he turned behind him, suddenly shot and restrained him.

Jack grabbed the back of Sergey Meyers' neck with his left hand, exerted a little force with his thumb, and at the same time he let out a miserable cry, he dropped his pistol from his right hand and threw it on the ground, then flipped his coat handsomely, and pulled out the FK7.5, withstood the back of the smiling tiger's head.

Jane froze in place, feeling that the situation was out of her control once again, she had no idea what Jack's intention was at this time.

"Officers, back off slowly, don't put down your guns, like me, you know what I mean?"

After speaking, he dragged Sergey Meyers, using him as a cover, facing the row of prefabricated houses, and moved back step by step.

"Fake, who are you, let go of our boss!"

"What do you want? Let go of Serge!"

The security guards really panicked this time, and for a moment they didn't know who to point their guns at, whether to continue pointing at the tribal policemen who were confronting them, or pointing at Jack who had taken the hostages.

"Stay where you are, don't move, we don't want to see tragedy happen, right?"

Jack estimated the distance to the prefabricated house, and there was only less than 200 meters left. Everyone walked almost half of the way just now, and he noticed the danger earlier than the deputy sheriff.

There are twelve people in this security team, but when he opened his mouth to test, the other party directly admitted that there were only six people present, so what about the rest?
The eyesight of ordinary people may not be able to see that far, but Jack can clearly see the blinds on the windows of the prefab houses that move without wind.

As long as the opponent has one or two automatic rifles, in this unobstructed snow field, a distance of 200 meters is enough to launch a massacre. Even he himself cannot guarantee that he can retreat completely, let alone other people.

Although he didn't know how the other party would deal with the aftermath after he set the trap so decisively, intending to wipe out the tribal police and the FBI, but Jack was not a procrastination character, so he decisively took advantage of the moment when the other party was distracted.

You must know that hostages are not necessarily useful to the police, but when they are reversed, they can receive miraculous effects. Although it is a bit ironic, it is true.

The rest of the security guards just stood there in a daze, watching Jack lead the tribal policeman and the female FBI back slowly, back to the place where the snowmobile was parked.

"What do you want? Take me back? Whoever you are, I promise you will"

Sergey Meyers hadn't finished speaking when he was kicked by Jack and fell into the snow. He couldn't help being furious, but when he raised his head, he saw Qi Qi pointing at his muzzle.

The tribal policemen who returned to the starting point had already taken out their rifles from the holsters tied to the back seat of the snowmobile.

Jack imitated his smiling face and showed a smile, "Why don't we just pretend that we haven't been here today?"

What he said not only made Serge Meyers stunned, but also the other people around him cast puzzled looks, wondering why Jack was suddenly cowardly again now that his side had clearly gained the upper hand.

"Are you serious?" Sergey Meyers stood up slowly, raised his hand to stop the accomplice who was about to come forward in the distance, and kneaded the part of his neck that was restrained just now.

"A small misunderstanding, isn't it? Why don't you take a step back, we haven't been here today, and you haven't seen anyone appear, what do you think?"

Without waiting for his answer, Jack put away his gun, got on the snowmobile and pulled the engine, and waved to Jane, gesturing her to get on the car.

Sergey Meyers had a sullen face, his gloomy eyes swept across the faces of everyone in front of him, as if trying to remember them one by one.

"The next time you show up in this place that doesn't belong to you, we won't be so polite."

Jack didn't know if he heard it, so he slammed the accelerator directly, drowning the rest of his words in the roar of the engine, and walked away.

It wasn't until then that the security guards behind Sergey Meyers stumbled to his side, and one of the guys with a wound on his face approached him and asked.

"Just let these bastards go like this? It was only a little bit short just now."

"Fake, what else can I do? It's all caused by you bastards."

Sergey Meyers pulled off his jacket angrily, pulled out two bulletproof panels from the tight body armor on his chest, and smashed them heavily on the ground, only then did he feel that his shortness of breath eased a lot.
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Two hours later, in the meeting room of the tribal police station, the old sheriff sat silently in his seat, Jane paced irritably at the door, the deputy sheriff and his two police officers sat aside, look at me , I look at you and don't know what to say.

"Understood, you two pay attention to safety." Jack pushed the door into the meeting room with a satellite phone, and hung up the phone while closing the door.

"They've ambushed six guys, all in that prefab row, and Braxton and Corey are watching them now."

As soon as Jack finished speaking, Deputy Sheriff Brandt and his subordinates started clamoring, "Fack, I knew something was wrong."

"Are these bastards planning to kill us all?"

"Who gave them such courage!"

　I originally wanted to go out for the holidays, but thinking that my dear readers must still be looking forward to today's update, I reluctantly returned the big bed room of Home Inn, and went home to code out this chapter.

　　
　
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