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

Chapter 1139 Sewers and Bathrooms (asking for monthly tickets)

Anyone who has experience of living in the countryside knows that fermented farm manure has a slightly stronger smell than fresh unfermented manure, just like the sewer that everyone is passing through.

This damn place hadn't been cleaned for at least half a century. Gusby chose his step carefully, trying not to think about what the wet, slippery and soft things under his feet were.

After groping in the dark for nearly 20 minutes wearing four-eye night vision goggles, just when the doctor was worried that he would be poisoned by methane gas, Mason, who was leading the way in front, led everyone to climb a rusty metal staircase.

"Which one is the entrance to the tunnel?" Sonny muttered as he looked at the five or six pipe entrances arranged high and low in front of him.

Sonny, who is responsible for fire support, still carries his favorite Mk46 MOD0 light machine gun as his secondary weapon. In addition, deputy captain Ray Perry also carries an SR25 semi-automatic sniper rifle as a long-range support weapon.

Most of the other SEALs chose Noveske N4 as their main weapon, and their secondary weapon was the MDX508 short-barreled assault rifle, which Jack was also familiar with.

However, the gun used by the SEALs has a much shorter barrel than the 8.5-inch gun used by Jack's wanted criminal team, at only 5.5 inches, and is almost the same size as an ordinary submachine gun that uses pistol bullets.

When using subsonic .300BLK bullets and equipped with a silencer, even without using tactical sound-isolating headphones, in the current closed environment, the sound of gunfire is still relatively friendly to people's eardrums.

Seeing that Sonny had already placed his hand on the iron fence of one of the pipe openings, Mason pointed to his left and said, "This one still leads to the sewer, and that one leads to the tunnel."

The burly Sonny stood at the entrance of the passage he was pointing at, bent slightly and took a horse stance, then with a force of both hands he removed the rusty fence.

"Thank you, Mr. Mason." Clay patted Mason on the shoulder, expressing some degree of recognition.

The SEALs, including Clay who arrived later, were not aware of the grievances between him and the FBI, but generally speaking, an old man who could be secretly detained by the FBI for decades could not be a simple person.

But they didn't know Mason, but they trusted Jack very much, especially Clay, who knew how much Jack treasured his FK7.5.

Since Jack was willing to hand over his precious spare gun to the other party, coupled with his performance just now, it was enough to make everyone release a certain degree of goodwill.

After climbing through this short pipe and prying open another iron fence, a cold mist blew in his face. B5 Brock Reynolds, who served as the vanguard, jumped down first.

After confirming it was safe, he blew a whistle, and the others followed suit and jumped into the knee-deep sewage one by one.

Gusby didn't estimate the height well and let out a short cry almost the moment he fell into the water. Fortunately, a strong arm grabbed his collar and lifted up the doctor who was about to fall into the sewage.

"Be careful." Jack helped him to the side, and after making sure that he didn't sprain his ankle, he let him lean against the dirty tunnel to rest.

This tunnel is not long. According to estimates, it will take a while to reach the bottom of the prison building. The rest of the SEALs are heading out for reconnaissance, which gives them a few moments to rest.

Gusby took a deep breath. This place seemed to have been transformed into a part of the rainwater pipe. Although it still had a faint stench, it was much better than the sewer full of filth just now.

At least there are some squeaking little sewer creatures around, rats.

Mason sat next to Goosby and watched with amusement as Jack used a Snickers bar as bait and caught more than a dozen Little Jerrys and stuffed them into a bag.

"You seem to enjoy this environment?" asked the pale-faced Gusby, somewhat puzzled.

"At least this is better than the monotonous prison life, isn't it?" Mason smiled at him, his white teeth particularly conspicuous in the dim light of the tactical flashlight.

"In there, apart from looking forward to the guards bringing me two new books every week, I could only think about some boring philosophical questions, and I had to be careful not to be raped when taking a shower.

Things seem to be getting better in recent years, perhaps because I am old and no longer attractive." Mason said with a hint of humor.

"I thought you'd been kept in solitary confinement since your two consecutive escapes." Jack ruthlessly exposed his lie.

"But I am indeed a little curious." Jack sat down next to the two of them. The bag in his hand was already quite heavy. Little Jerry was struggling and screaming inside, which gave Goosebumps to Gusby.

"Why don't you hand those things over in exchange for your freedom?"

"Hand it over to that old bastard Womack?" Mason shook his head, a hint of contempt on his face. "Are you sure that after I hand over the things, I will be free and not suffer any other fate?"

Jack's expression froze slightly. Well, he really hadn't thought of that.

His own chief's previous performance did make him look down on him, but if he thought about it carefully, if Womack was really an idiot, then why wasn't the person sitting in that position Rossi or Rossi's "Little Muffin"?

Thinking of this, he could only shrug and said, "OK, but at least you can rest assured that no matter whether you can be free after this is over, your daughter Jade is safe."

"Someone once made a similar promise to me like you did. I want to know, what is your relationship with him?" Mason had a half-smile on his face.

"David Rossi can be considered my teacher." Jack said frankly. Before the action, he took the opportunity to have a private chat with Rossi during the break.

Just as Jack guessed, Rossi participated in both of Mason's manhunts after his escape from prison. The two are old acquaintances and even have a sense of mutual admiration.

Rossi’s original words were, “If it weren’t for our duty, maybe we could be friends.”

Gusby didn't understand what the two were talking about. He was more concerned about the creepy thing in Jack's hand. "Jack, why do you catch so many mice?"

Jack raised the bag in his hand and smiled mysteriously at him, "You'll know in a moment."

There was a splashing sound, and the beam of light from the tactical flashlight swayed slightly. Clay walked quickly towards the three people and asked Mason.

"It's safe ahead. We found the entrance to the prison bathroom. How far is it to the inspection hole you mentioned?"

"97 steps. After we finish this distance, we will be at the bottom of the bathroom." Mason stood up and continued to lead the way.

Jack's expression behind the two men turned serious. Although he had forgotten many details of the original drama, he still remembered the famous scene where the commandos were wiped out in the bathroom.

It is true that the SEALs led by Jason are much stronger than those seemingly elite commandos in the original drama, and they have the aura of the protagonist, but this is not their home ground after all, and it is hard to say whether the aura of the protagonist can work.

Being ambushed is something that should be avoided if possible, but the bathroom is the best way to sneak into the prison building because the drone shows that the enemy's headquarters is located there.

Therefore, when Jason and his team were making the raid plan, Jack couldn't just say that Dr. Goosby's speculation was correct, that the VX missile was hidden in the morgue of the prison hospital not far away, and that they could go straight there.

You should know that the prison building is the most solid building on the island. Not only can it prevent prisoners from escaping, but it can also prevent outsiders from entering. Once the two-ton iron door is closed, it will be extremely difficult even for a seal to break in.

The plan that Jason and his team discussed was to sneak into the prison building first. If they could capture or kill General Hammer alive, or paralyze the opponent's command center, that would be the best outcome.

The worst outcome of this plan is to catch one or two people alive and extract the locations of all missiles and launch devices from them, which is the best solution.

After walking 97 steps along the two-meter-diameter, long-dried bathroom drain pipe, they arrived at the inspection hole that Mason mentioned, where there was an iron ladder leading upwards.

B5 Brock Reynolds extended the probe of a fiber optic camera through the manhole cover and found a laser motion sensor on the cover as expected.

"I can try to get rid of it. The principle of this thing is very simple. It's just an invisible laser beam passing through the top of the manhole cover. When the laser beam is blocked, an alarm will sound."

Brock said as he was about to take out the tool kit but was stopped by Jack.

"Don't you think it's strange? If it's a simple laser sensor, they should have set it up in a far corner, so it's less likely to be discovered. Why put it so blatantly on the manhole cover?"

Jack's question stumped Brock. He hesitated for a moment and then came to his senses. He subconsciously stopped what he was doing and lowered his voice.

"You're right. This is most likely a trap. The sensor is likely to have vibration sensing. Maybe my action just now has triggered the alarm."

"Just try it and you'll know." Jack handed him the bag with a smile.

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"The bathroom alarm has been triggered, sir! We have a visitor!"

A loud shout came from the command center set up in the prison guard room, waking up several soldiers who were dozing against the wall, as well as General Hammer who was gazing out the window and smoking a cigar silently.

"Damn it! I knew that those guys would definitely send someone over!"

"Kill them!"

The soldiers grabbed the weapons at hand and rushed to the corridor shouting.

The prison bathroom was only a few dozen meters away from the guard room which served as the headquarters. Except for the two groups of people stationed outside, General Hammer and the remaining nine soldiers rushed into the shower room where the alarm was sounded in less than two minutes.

The shower room in the prison bathroom can accommodate thirty or forty people at the same time. It is quite large and has an upper and lower floor structure. In order to facilitate surveillance by prison guards, an open corridor is specially set up on the second floor.

The soldiers who rushed into the shower room quickly occupied the second-floor corridor which was in an advantageous position, with their guns pointed downwards.

As the power switch was turned off, the old tungsten filament bulb was lit, and the soldiers pointed their guns at the uncovered shower room, but were shocked to find that there was nothing there except squeaking rats all over the floor.

"Fake!"

A certain black soldier who felt it was a false alarm cursed, adjusted the black beret on his head, and laughed at his companions, "Is this the little trap you said you had set up before? We made our trip in vain."

"Damn it, it's actually a rat." The soldier with Asian skin felt quite embarrassed and spat on the ground.

Two soldiers escorted General Hammer down the stairs and came to the fenced manhole cover of the inspection hole in the middle of the bathroom. They shone a flashlight down but found nothing.

General Hammer picked up the motion sensor that had been knocked over on the ground, his eyes thoughtful. A soldier next to him immediately lay on the ground, put his ear to the inspection port and listened for a while before shaking his head at him.

The general looked at the little Jerrys who were running around wet and not afraid of people, then turned to look at the black soldier wearing a black beret.

"I remember you said you made some good stuff for cleaning drains. Bring one out and try it."

The black soldier shook his face and smiled grimly, "Are you sure, General?"

"Of course I am sure, Captain. The pipes down here are as complicated as a maze. There is no guarantee that a bigger 'rat' will not get in. We need to conduct a thorough disinfection."

-

At this time, underground.

All the seals retreated from the drainage pipe and stood in knee-deep water, clinging to the moss-covered walls on both sides of the tunnel, not daring to breathe.

"What are we waiting for?" Goosby asked in a low voice close to Jack's ear.

"Of course, we're waiting to see if anyone from above will come down to check. As long as we can catch one alive, we'll be able to know the other party's specific arrangements."

Jack was in a good mood. The biggest hidden danger had been eliminated. What followed was a tough battle with real guns and bullets. With the strength of him and SEAL Team B, they could not be at a disadvantage even when facing opponents of the same level.

With a clear "clang" sound, Captain Jason, who was standing on the other side of the pipe, smiled on his painted face and gave Jack a thumbs up.

However, the smile did not last long on his face, because the sound only rang once, and then there was no sound.

After waiting for a while, Jason pulled down the four-eye night vision goggles on his head with some doubt, and quickly looked inside the pipe, but found nothing. No one went down into the pipe through the inspection port as they expected.

Just then Mason sniffed in confusion and muttered quietly, "What's that smell?"

Taste? Jack was also a little confused. With the golden finger, he could not only enhance his five senses, but also reduce them. Otherwise, he would not have chosen to learn forensic skills.

From the moment he first entered the smelly sewer, he had reduced his sense of smell to the same level as some patients with severe rhinitis.

Just as he was hesitating whether to restore his sense of smell to that of an ordinary person, the air in the tunnel suddenly made a sharp whistling sound, followed by a wave of hot air gushing out along the drainage pipe, and the flames instantly blocked everyone's vision.