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

Chapter 183 Assembly

"They forced me to do it. Save. Save me."

The effect of adrenaline made it impossible for the seriously injured two people to even pass out. Jack stopped talking to Baker and let the old guy live just to leave evidence for Stevenson and Finlay.

Only by seeing and hearing all this with their own eyes can they strengthen their stance. Facts have proved that this works very well. Stevenson, who was still a little intolerant, was about to burst into flames at this time.

Jack grabbed Dawson beside him, dragged him to the kitchen table, grabbed a kitchen knife and stuck it in his ear.

"I promise you that as long as you answer the questions honestly, you will be sent to the hospital. Otherwise, I will cut off your balls and make you swallow them, just like you do to everyone else."

Dawson was shocked. He originally thought he would die, but the fierce light in his eyes gradually faded away and turned into a desire for survival.

"You swear to God you will let me go."

Jack became a little impatient, grabbed the kitchen knife, and cut his belt with a wave of his arm.

"I swear in the name of God, if you tell me what you know, I guarantee you will go to the hospital."

"Tell me why little Kleiner didn't show up today."

The interrogation did not take much time. The reason why Kleiner did not show up was that the day when the counterfeit banknotes were shipped was tonight, three o'clock tomorrow morning to be precise.

The Kleiners really planned to run away, and the Venezuelan mercenaries were not only here to help, but also to rush the goods.

Due to the Coast Guard's strict blockade that lasted for six months, the Kleiner family's counterfeit banknotes have never been able to be shipped out in batches, and the patience of South American buyers has been exhausted.

Now that the blockade is finally over, if enough goods cannot be delivered in a short period of time, the next ones to be nailed to the wall may be Kleiner and his son.

The counterfeit banknotes, which have been accumulated for more than half a year, have a total face value of nearly 50 billion. Including packaging, the weight exceeds tons. They are ready to be divided into three container trucks and transported to the port at one time.

In order to prevent accidents, Kleiner hired an FBI to escort the counterfeit banknotes. After the counterfeit banknotes were shipped out, they planned to burn the entire ranch and destroy all evidence.

Thinking that Finlay still didn't know that his old FBI friend was the traitor, Jack forced Dawson to reveal the FBI's name.

"Picard, that's all I know they call him."

"Fake, I actually regarded him as my friend." Finlay cursed again.

Jack smiled and said, "At least he advised you not to come to this town, right?"

After speaking, he took out the FK7.5 equipped with a silencer and shot Dawson in the head. Seeing this, Braxton in the living room also shot the dying Baker to death.

"Shit, didn't you swear to God?" Finlay was startled.

"You're using more and more swear words now."

Jack glanced sideways at him, "I swore to God that I would send him to the hospital, but I can't guarantee that I would send him alive. I will sign a body donation for him later."

Then he glanced at Stevenson, who had a complicated expression next to him, "I'm sorry for dirtying your kitchen, but I don't think you will live here for too long. When the matter is over, leave this ghost place as soon as possible. .”

Stevenson nodded numbly, "We are already planning to move to my parents' house in Tupelo, where the education is better."

Jack watched them move the bodies and took out his cell phone to call Reacher. Before he could speak, he heard the good news from the other side.

"Um, did you really find Paul? That's great. Nothing happened. I just wanted to tell you that you don't need to go to the mayor's house. He is with Kleiner and his son now. They are going to make a big deal today."

Jack hung up the phone and called Ray King again to inform him that the situation had changed. Now the raid was imminent and had to be launched, otherwise all the evidence would be destroyed in a fire before dawn.

"Would you like to take a trip with us?" Jack put the phone away and asked Stevenson, who was holding his wife.

The young small town policeman gritted his teeth, glanced at his wife in his arms, and tightened the shotgun in his hand.

"I'm coming with you, I'm going to kill these sons of bitches."

Jack waved his hand quickly, "Don't get me wrong, you don't have to work hard, I just want you and your wife to come with us and become actors together with the Heborg family."

This guy had such a big flag behind his back, and his death in the original drama was extremely miserable. How could Jack dare to bring him into a team? Bringing the couple together just made the kidnapping story more reasonable.

After briefly explaining their plan, Stevenson looked at his wife worriedly and still hesitated, but his wife took his arm and agreed immediately.

"Charlie is my cousin and it's great that she and the kids are okay. I've been calling her and Paul for the past few days. You saved us. We can't do nothing."

Do pregnant women’s emotions change so much? Jack was a little confused. He was so frightened just now that his face turned pale. Now the smell of blood in the room has not dissipated, and now this person mustered up the courage again?

Fortunately, this also saved some time and the vehicles were redistributed. Jack continued to drive his Firebird. This time Finlay got into the passenger seat. The Stevensons got into the GMC driven by the killers and loaded up the car. The pickup truck with the body was handed over to Braxton.

The three cars drove toward the Kleiner family's ranch.

The hiding place of Zoe and Hannah was behind a hill, about one kilometer away from the factory in the ranch, but after climbing to the top of the mountain, the distance shortened to nearly 300 meters.

This is also the most reliable distance for Hannah to use the Barrett M82A1M when there is insufficient light at night.

In order to prevent exposure, Zoe and Hannah waited on the roadside on the other side of the hill after observing the terrain.

The two girls were still dressed in black tights as last night, but today they wore an extra bulletproof vest.

Jack got out of the car and greeted the two, and was surprised to see Chris in a wheelchair and Dana pushing him.

"The person in the hospital who is protected by his female subordinate and girlfriend, Ray King, has also arrived. I can't be shot in vain, I have to give something in return."

Chris put his knees flat and installed a silencer and a scope on the HK417 sniper type assault rifle. After replacing this assault rifle with a 20-inch barrel, the accuracy is barely adequate.

"as long as you are happy."

Jack was speechless. Anyway, the hill was not high. With Braxton here and himself, it wouldn't be troublesome to get him up.

"You really don't need me to play? I feel like I'm in good shape recently."

Old Hunter also put on his body armor, and the python revolver in his hand flexibly spun in a circle on his finger before inserting the gun back into its holster. Behind him, Didi was protecting the mother and daughter of the Heborg family.

After Jack persuaded the old man to give up the idea of ​​returning to the battlefield, Reacher and Rosko finally arrived with Paul.

It was still early, less than 12 o'clock in the evening, while the Heborg family and Stevenson were hugging and reunited, the rest of the people gathered in front of Jack's car and discussed specific tactics.

Worried that the information obtained from Dawson was incorrect, Jack pulled Paul in and asked him to draw the internal layout of the factory and observe the evidence.

"There are about 50 people inside, and about one-third of them are workers. Although more than South American mercenaries came, we have killed ten of them yesterday and today."

"Including several of Kleiner and his son's subordinates, the number of militants we have to deal with is about 30, oh, including an FBI."

Zoe added what she and Hannah had just observed.

"They are on tighter guard today. I saw at least six groups of people patrolling outside the factory. They work in teams of two and change shifts every 6 minutes. Their weapons are mainly Uzi submachine guns and UMP20s."

Braxton still used his mercenary mentality, "We can't get into close combat. The submachine gun fire is too strong. Can we set fire to drive them out?"

His suggestion was rejected by Reacher in the next second, "It is full of flammable materials. The chemicals used to clean the ink may cause an explosion. If all the evidence is burned, it will be difficult for the IRS to wipe our butt." "

"We have to fight at medium and long distances as much as possible without setting fire to force them out. The factory is too big and we don't have enough smoke bombs."

Jack was also in trouble for a moment. The ranch was very large and deserted. There was no need to worry about the fighting, but it wouldn't be a problem if it dragged on for a long time. After all, there was an FBI inside. If it was delayed until dawn, something might happen. The moth comes.

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