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Chapter 1198 Hackett Barron Farm

"Jack! Over there, the tall, skinny guy in camouflage, that's my brother Wyatt."

At the same time that Jiejie reminded him in the passenger seat, Jack also saw the Mercedes parked on the side of the road and Wyatt Hammond getting out of the car carrying an MP5 submachine gun with a folding stock.

"Has anyone seen Greg?" Jack stared at the other person, and with his left hand he pulled out his pistol, the SIG Sauer P320-XTen, from his waist with a little awkwardness.

"No, it seems he's the only one here. He doesn't have a bag and only has a submachine gun in his hand." Aubrey leaned almost half of his body out of the car window. After observing carefully, he retreated back into the car and answered loudly.

Wyatt, who had already realized that the sirens were directed at him, looked towards the intersection in panic, and was shocked to find that he was surrounded by the police and the FBI from front and back.

Just as he was about to get back into the Mercedes and try to break out, gunshots rang out. The bullets hitting his feet and the splashing gravel scared him so much that he turned around and ran towards the path next to him.

The two shots that Jack fired through the car window with his left hand were somewhat hasty, but he had to fire a warning shot in advance.

Two boys and a girl, about twelve or thirteen years old, who were passing by on the sidewalk were frightened by the sound of his gunshot and subconsciously squatted down on the spot.

The bulky full-size SUV of the Suburban turned sideways with the tires screaming under the heavy load, just blocking the two children.

The passenger door opened, and Jiejie got out to protect them as they left the street that was about to become a battlefield. "It's okay, it's okay, follow me."

"Wyatt! Don't do anything stupid." Jack took the Noveske N4 handed to him by Aubrey from the back seat, got out of the car and shouted at Wyatt Hammond who was desperately running towards the side road.

However, what responded to him was a burst of 9mm Parabom pistol bullets, and several bullet holes appeared on the body of the Suburban after a few sparks flew.

"Idiot." Jack, who was already a little angry, cursed inwardly, raised his gun, took aim, and pulled the trigger.

As the gunshots rang out, Wyatt stumbled and fell to the ground while running. He tried to struggle to get up but found that he could not do it at all. He could only roll sideways and hide behind a car on the side of the road.

"Surrender, Wyatt." Jack shouted a warning while slowly approaching the vehicle parked on the side of the road.

Jubal, who was driving the second Subaru, turned the steering wheel and drove onto the opposite sidewalk. After parking the car, Hannah placed the G28E sniper rifle on the car door.

Continuous gunshots rang out, and Wyatt struggled to reach out from the rear of the car, firing the MP5 indiscriminately at Jack who was approaching him.

Jack crouched in front of the front of a Camry, only five cars away from him, and waited patiently for him to empty his magazine before continuing to shout.

"Don't be stupid, Wyatt. You and your brother Greg were both good people, but you shouldn't kill innocent people, especially Julia. She is only 19 years old. Her only sin is probably having a last name called Griffin. What do you think?"

"It's too late, kill me, I will not surrender." Jack responded with another burst of bullets after Wyatt replaced the magazine.

Jack, leaning against the front of the Camry, looked at Hannah and saw her nod slightly and make a gesture to agree to shoot.

A crisp gunshot was heard, and after a scream was heard, Jack rushed out like a cheetah. When he was close enough, he exerted a little force with his feet and jumped onto the roof of the car where Wyatt was hiding.

Knowing that this guy was determined to die, he didn't waste any more words. He turned the gun upside down and hit Wyatt's forehead with the butt of the gun like hitting a baseball. Wyatt was shot in the shoulder and bleeding from his leg, but he still wanted to grab the gun from the ground again, and knocked him unconscious.

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"Ah!" As the tourniquet was tightened, the severe pain woke Wyatt from his coma.

"Tell me your brother's plan, Wyatt, tell me what he's going to do?" Jack continued to persuade him earnestly while helping him stop the bleeding.

"Julia is innocent, just like your niece. The EPA investigators will arrive tomorrow. Larry Griffin is doomed. There is no need to sacrifice another innocent life at this time."

"I will not betray Greg and I will never say 'There are a thousand people chopping off the branches of evil, but only one person is chopping off the root of evil'."

After reading this famous quote from Walden, Wyatt turned his head away and pursed his lips tightly.

"You son of a beach bug." An angry Aubrey punched the trunk of the car in front of him, making a loud thud.

"We are just giving you a chance to reduce your sentence. Do you really think we have no way to help you?" He then took out his cell phone from Wyatt's pocket and began to look through the call records.

At this time, Jubal, who had just finished a phone call, walked over and patted Aubrey on the shoulder, "No need, Clay called and said that Larry Griffin hurriedly left the villa after receiving a phone call."

"Ah?" Aubrey subconsciously looked in the direction of his girlfriend, "Isn't his phone in Alice's hand?"

Jubal glanced at Wyatt, who had his eyes closed and said nothing, and waved to the emergency personnel who had just arrived, "Yeah, but Greg called Larry's girlfriend, and Clay is following him now, so we should leave right away."

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"Hackett Barron Farm." Looking at the slightly damaged signpost, Jiejie in the passenger seat read out the painted letters that were blurred due to fading.

"I seem to have seen this logo not long ago." Jack drove the Subaru according to the instructions on the sign and turned onto the path leading to the farm. He looked at the bull head logo on it again and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Aha, it's the agricultural supply store that Clay and I went to before. I saw a hat with the same logo on that memorial wall. This farm once belonged to the father of the female store owner."

"Do you think it's possible that the female store owner knew about this and kept silent about it or was simply an accomplice?" Aubrey asked.

"That doesn't matter." Thinking that the other person was a lung cancer patient, Jack shook his head.

The two FBI Subaru vehicles drove along without sirens, and after seeing the farm from afar, they simply turned off the police lights and gradually slowed down.

Clay, who was responsible for tracking and monitoring Larry Griffin as requested by Jack, suddenly emerged from the bushes on the side of the road and waved to everyone.

"Larry went in there three minutes ago." He pointed to a ramshackle, dilapidated barn not far away.

"Work in groups of two, be careful." Jack stuffed the bulletproof vest and assault rifle to Clay and waved to Jiejie to follow.

At this moment, in the dilapidated barn, Larry Griffin, who had been searched, was pushed and staggered, and almost fell into the pile of straw in front of him that was emitting a rotten smell.

"Dad!" Julia, who was tied to a broken wooden chair, saw her father and shouted in a crying voice.

"Please, stop it." Seeing that his daughter was safe and sound, Larry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and forced a flattering smile to Greg who was pointing a gun at him.

"How much money do you want? Everything is negotiable. As long as you release my daughter, you can have whatever you want."

"Yeah, for people like you, all problems can be solved with money, right?" Greg took two steps back and took out an IV set and a bag of black stuff from behind a pillar.