The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

"Are you going to go around from the west?" the sergeant asked Harris.

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

Jack chose to trust Harris's judgment. After all, the police chief said before that the militia had used this place as a shooting range.

"Put on the walkie-talkie and set the channel to 23. The police chief and I will go to attract his attention head-on. Jack, please take your position and make a report. The others will pass through the middle and go up the gentle slope from the north. Pay attention to concealment and get as close to him as possible. "

Hotchner said as he put the flaps 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 and opened it to reveal a pair of sneakers.

Rhett curiously glanced at the HK417 in Jack's hand, and at the same time tightened the wooden gun case hanging on his waist, but Harris happened to see it.

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

Hotchner unceremoniously helped Red fight back, "The last person who thought that way was shot in the head, right in front of my eyes."

Others also glared at the old militia leader who spoke unabashedly with unkind expressions. Although they all liked teasing Red, they would not sit back and watch him be bullied by an outsider.

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

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

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

Jack drove and took Rosie and Harris to the east cliff. The slope here was really gentle. He drove the car until it was halfway up the hillside before stopping.

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

Harris, who was walking at the front, used a wooden stick to fly away a prairie rattlesnake without changing his expression, and then lay down in 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 cliff opposite.

The distance between the two sides was no more than 300 meters. Jack lay beside Harris and could clearly see the other person's face through the scope.

Henry Foster pushed a beautiful girl to the ground and tied her up with a rope.

"Hotch, we're in position." Rosie lay next to Jack and turned on the intercom and said.

"He really transformed himself into Francis Goering."

Jack noticed that Henry Foster had torn off the bandage on his face, revealing a fresh wound underneath, exactly the same as the scar on Francis Goering's face.

On the other side, Hotchner was already in place. He held a loudspeaker and directly shouted the name of Francis Goering, not Henry Foster, to the top of the cliff.

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

Rossi also adjusted the walkie-talkie to channel 2. Henry Foster indeed had a police walkie-talkie, 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, you son of a bitch and that girl are too close, 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 Hotchner 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 police sergeant next to Hotchner.

Jack looked down. On the path to the right, the three members of Jiejie and the two local police officers were still trudging hard. It would take at least ten minutes to reach a relatively close distance.

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

"I just want to talk to you."

"You want to talk? Then let's talk! But if you dare to get close, she will be shot, do you understand?" Henry Foster on the top of the mountain roared loudly on the intercom, and his emotions began to get excited.

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

"During the Ruby Ridge incident, was your FBI policy also to kill without mercy?" Harris suddenly said.

Jack said nothing, knowing that the person he was asking was Rosie, who was about the same age as him.

"It wasn't then, but it is now." Rossi glanced at him and responded directly to his malicious question.

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

"Come on, Harris, you know this is different from 30 years ago." Jack wanted to save Rossi, but this guy was obviously trying to change his concept.

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

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

"The madman on the other side cannot be captured alive. Hodge is using his own life to attract the other side's attention, so he will shoot when the time comes."

"I have to admit, no matter the kid next to you, or you, including the injured beautiful girl, and the guy who likes to have a straight face, they are all good people. The matter is over, 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 drunkard and he abandoned you."

"Since then, you have been in and out of prison many times, and your life was worse than death. Until Francis took you in, but I am curious, does he know that you are a 'giver' and have been secretly in love with him?"

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

"Don't be captured alive, be remembered by the world." Then his murmur came from the intercom.

"Let that girl go, I will give an order to clear the area, 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 less than a hundred meters away from an assault rifle of open space.

"Shut up, it has to be done, it has to be done"

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

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously.

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