The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 575 Different endings

When they first started on the road, there was an episode. Dana Moger privately asked if Jack could be more confident if he replaced the SWAT team members in the storm plan.

She knew Jack's marksmanship. He could shoot a gangster in the head with a pistol from thirty to forty meters away. The safe house was only seven or eight meters long, so it shouldn't be difficult for him.

There was no way, SWAT had repeated tests many times, and the diameter of the blasted hole was limited, so using a pistol was the only option.

And the real problem is that it takes at least six seconds for the fastest team member to go from blasting to using shock bombs to rappelling down and finally shooting to subdue Helton.

And six seconds, considering that even if Helton is affected by the shock bomb, it is still possible to empty his magazine by feeling in the general direction, this is enough for Chloe to die seven or eight times, let alone in a small room. There is also the risk of ricochet.

Before leaving, Jack gave a suggestion. If it were him, he would choose to wear night vision goggles and soundproof earmuffs. While blasting the hole, he would not use a rope to descend, and follow closely the next second after dropping the shock bomb. Jump down, shortening the entire action time to three seconds.

To this end, he also found a similar height to demonstrate. From a height of about 3.5 meters, he completed the shooting action the moment he took off and landed.

The SWAT team said that the Starbuck God of War is well-deserved. None of them can jump from this height without rolling to buffer, but kneel down on one knee to complete the shooting. One team member who does not believe in evil even learned it. I've gone to the hospital for knee treatment.

Therefore, Dana Moger hopes that Jack will stay at the scene. If anything happens to Stephanie during the rescue operation, or there are other problems, he will immediately lead a storm on the safe house.

Jack rarely rejected his boss's suggestion, and of course his reasons were very good. Now Helton's mood has significantly eased, and Chloe's life is not in danger for the time being. Instead, Stephanie's safety is more important, which in disguise determines Jack's decision. Roy's life and death, so the rescue operation is more important.

The most important thing is that Helton no longer insists on a limited time. Even if there is an accident, he will have enough time to rush back from Hartford to lead the offensive operation. It is just a matter of sending an extra helicopter.

Hartford is the capital of Connecticut, just over 100 miles, or over 180 kilometers, from New York City. When Jack's Dodge Hellcat drove all the way down the highway, the homing pigeons flying in a straight line in the air had just landed. .

Three of the five released pigeons flew to the right place. They were all in a villa in the suburbs. Worried that so many pigeons without information would arouse the other party's suspicion when they arrived at once, Jack only spent ten minutes setting up the task and then arranged SWAT. The team begins a raid.

"Up! Up! Up!" This time, Jack took the lead in person with HK417 equipped with a silencer. When the team member responsible for breaking the door smashed open the door with a hammer, he rushed in.

"Bang!" The three gang members sitting in the living room were eating burgers and chatting around the table. The guy closest to the door was hit in the back of the head with the butt of Jack's gun, and fell to the ground unconscious. .

The tattooed man sitting opposite him subconsciously reached for the pistol on the table. He heard two soft "pop" sounds, and Jack opened two holes in his head and fell to the sky.

He was very angry today and his attacks were absolutely ruthless and decisive.

The third guy was so frightened that he raised his hands and still had half a piece of bread in his mouth. He was kicked and handcuffed by the SWAT team members who arrived later.

Hannah led the rest of the team members and continued to search the back room. Jack confirmed that it was safe and followed closely.

"FBI! Hands up!"

"Keep going! Search house to house!"

"Safety!"

"I have two civilians here!"

"Safety!"

The villa was divided into small rooms. Each small room was equipped with two or three bunk beds, with four girls at least, and five or six at most.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't be afraid, we are the FBI, here to help you." Looking at these panicked girls, Hannah moved her gun slightly and comforted them softly.

"Does anyone know Stephanie?" Jack asked after confirming that all gang members in the villa were under control.

"There she is, she's very sick, and they just gave her an injection." A girl pointed to a large room inside, which was surrounded by a curtain.

Jack opened the curtain, and a stench hit his nostrils. This was not the stench of urine and feces, but the rancid smell that comes from a severely infected wound. His heart tightened, and he quickly carried HK417 behind his back, squatting down to check the unconscious girl on the mattress.

The unconscious girl was none other than the missing Stephanie. Compared with the photo, she looked completely different at this time. Her cheeks were sunken and her lips were bloodless. She was lying there quietly, as if she was just a corpse.

When she lifted the dirty thin quilt covering her body, she saw that her body under the quilt was not naked at all, but it could not arouse any pleasant associations because the stench came from her lower body.

"A bunch of beasts." Jack pulled out the syringe still stuck in her arm, turned around and shouted, "Medical kit, we need naloxone here!"
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Jack was very grateful for his persistence, otherwise the rescue operation might have just rescued a body, and the severe infection caused sepsis.

In order to make her surrender, the gang members not only raped her endlessly, but also directly injected her with high-purity drug, causing the poor girl to suffer from multiple organ failure.

Regardless of whether Stephanie can be saved after being sent to the hospital, the FBI is likely to choose to attack out of desperation. Helton is probably dead, and may also take the life of innocent Chloe.

Because the FBI would not gamble with Helton's conscience by telling the other party that his daughter's life or death was unknown, and then hope that he would not open the safe room and let Chloe go in desperation.

To be honest, the last time Jack used the healing technique to expend so much money, it was to treat the prison guard who had lost a lot of blood because of a broken leg.

Seeing Stephanie gradually opening her eyes, Jack breathed a sigh of relief. He could only do this. If he went any further, he might be suspected when he entered the hospital. Now, everything could be left to his tenacious vitality.

"Is she okay like this?" Hannah helped Stephanie clean up the dirt underneath with tears in her eyes, regardless of the dirt, and then put her clothes on.

"It won't be life-threatening. It's just that if she wants to get rid of her drug addiction, I'm afraid she has to rely on herself." Jack sighed secretly. If this is the price of growing up, then these rebellious teenagers will pay the price of one wrong step. It's a bit too big.

"Sir, the ambulance will arrive in five minutes." A SWAT team member shouted outside the door.

"I know, thank you." Jack glanced at Stephanie, who had gradually regained consciousness, took out his cell phone and called Jubal.

"The girl has been successfully rescued, but her condition is not very good. She can speak a few words briefly without any problem. Then I will turn on the speakerphone."

A few minutes later, Helton's excited voice came from the receiver, "Baby, Stephanie, is that you?"

"Daddy?" Stephanie was not quite conscious yet, but the familiar voice made her respond subconsciously.

"It's me, honey, are you okay?" Helton's voice choked up.

"I'm okay. The FBI saved me. Where are you? I miss you so much. I'm sorry, Daddy, I was wrong." Stephanie burst into tears, but tears of regret could not wash away the unbearable experience she had experienced in the past three weeks.

Jack was worried that if Stephanie said too much, it would be counterproductive, so he turned off the speakerphone and put the phone to his ear. It was not suitable for Helton to know too much at the moment. No father could tolerate his daughter being insulted like this.

"Mike Helton, is this okay? The ambulance will be here soon. We need to send Stephanie to the hospital first and open the safe house before things get out of hand."

"OK, OK, I'll open the door now, thank you, thank you."

"Drop the weapon!"

"Your Majesty!"

"Safety!"

"Hostages rescued!"

Listening to the sound of the door opening and the warning from the SWAT team on the phone, Jack and Hannah breathed a sigh of relief. This damn day was finally over.

(End of this chapter)