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

Chapter 304 Recognize the “cowardly” Jack

"Put down the guns, this is DOE on reservation? Leased land, bastards! You're breaking the law by coming here."

"This is leased territory, Deputy Sheriff, you have no jurisdiction."

"Deputy, you have no jurisdiction, you have violated federal law by laying down your arms."

The faces of the security guards changed instantly, including the one who seemed to be the leader among them, Sergey Meyers, who had been smiling all the time.

"Fakeyu, your people deliberately surrounded us. Do you think I don't know what you want to do?"

The deputy police chief sprayed back without showing any signs of weakness, and his two police officers quickly formed a back-to-back formation to cover each other.

"If you don't put down your weapons, we will shoot."

A policeman's Glock pointed at the head of a security guard before he could say a word, "Come on, Bai Pi, shoot!"

Jane also took out her gun. Except for Jack who didn't pull out the gun, only her gun was facing down.

"FBI! Hey! FBI! This is federal land and I have the right to enforce the law on this land. Do you understand me?"

Sergey Meyers had a sullen face, his gloomy eyes swept across the faces of everyone in front of him, as if trying to remember them one by one.

"The next time you show up in this place that doesn't belong to you, we won't be so polite."

"Ma'am, you better get a hold of these bastards you have."

After speaking, he dragged Sergey Meyers, using him as a cover, facing the row of prefabricated houses, and moved back step by step.

Not only did his words make Sergey Meyers stunned, but other people around him also cast puzzled looks. They wondered why Jack suddenly became timid again now that he clearly had the advantage.

Although he didn't know how the other party would deal with the aftermath after he set the trap so decisively, intending to wipe out the tribal police and the FBI, but Jack was not a procrastination character, so he decisively took advantage of the moment when the other party was distracted.

"They ambushed six people, all hiding in that row of prefab houses, and Braxton and Corey are watching them now."

You must know that hostages may not necessarily be useful to the police, but in reverse, they can have miraculous effects. Although it is ironic, this is indeed the case.

"Officers, back away slowly and don't put your gun down, like I did, you know what I mean?"

The security guards were really panicking this time. They didn't know who to point their guns at, whether they were pointing at the tribal police who were confronting them or at Jack who had taken the hostage.

The tribal policemen who returned to the starting point had already taken out their rifles from the holsters tied to the back seat of the snowmobile.

As long as the opponent has one or two automatic rifles, in this unobstructed snow, the distance of one or two hundred meters is enough to launch a massacre. Even he himself cannot guarantee that he can escape unscathed, let alone other people. .

Seeing Jane stand up and walk among everyone, the old sheriff also snapped, "Calm down, put down your guns."

"Fake, what else could we do? It's all the trouble caused by you bastards."

Jack estimated the distance to the prefabricated house, and there was only less than 200 meters left. Everyone walked almost half of the way just now, and he noticed the danger earlier than the deputy sheriff.

Jane froze in place, feeling that the situation was out of her control once again, she had no idea what Jack's intention was at this time.

Jack didn't know if he heard it, so he slammed the accelerator directly, drowning the rest of his words in the roar of the engine, and walked away.

"Fake, who are you, let go of our boss!"

There are twelve people in this security team, but when he opened his mouth to test, the other party directly admitted that there were only six people present, so what about the rest?

The eyesight of ordinary people may not be able to see that far, but Jack can clearly see the blinds on the windows of the prefab houses that move without wind.

"Put the gun down now, everybody, come on, put it down."

"What do you want? Take me back? Whoever you are, I promise you will"

"It's a small misunderstanding, isn't it? Why don't we all take a step back? We haven't been here today, and you haven't seen anyone show up. What do you think?"

It wasn't until then that the security guards behind Sergey Meyers stumbled to his side, and one of the guys with a wound on his face approached him and asked.

"What do you want to do? Let go of Sergey!"

The rest of the security guards just stood there in a daze, watching Jack lead the tribal policeman and the female FBI back slowly, back to the place where the snowmobile was parked.

Jack grabbed the back of Sergey Meyers' neck with his left hand, exerted a little force with his thumb, and at the same time he let out a miserable cry, he dropped his pistol from his right hand and threw it on the ground, then flipped his coat handsomely, and pulled out the FK7.5, withstood the back of the smiling tiger's head.

Without waiting for an answer, Jack put away his gun, got on the snowmobile, started the engine, and waved to Jane to get on.

Before Serge Meyers finished speaking, he was kicked to the ground by Jack and fell into the snow. He couldn't help but became furious, but when he just raised his head, what he saw were the muzzles of guns pointed at him.

Sergey Meyers pulled off his jacket angrily, pulled out two bulletproof panels from the tight body armor on his chest, and smashed them heavily on the ground, only then did he feel that his shortness of breath eased a lot.

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Two hours later, in the conference room of the tribal police station, the old police chief sat silently. Jane paced irritably at the door. The deputy chief and his two police officers sat aside. Look at me. , I look at you and don’t know what to say.

"No, it's up to you to control the people under you." Jack, who didn't know when he turned behind him, suddenly shot and restrained him.

Jack imitated his smiling face and showed a smile, "Why don't we just pretend that we haven't been here today?"

"Understood, you two pay attention to safety." Jack pushed the door into the meeting room with a satellite phone, and hung up the phone while closing the door.

"Are you serious?" Sergey Meyers stood up slowly, raised his hand to stop the accomplice who was about to come forward in the distance, and kneaded the part of his neck that was restrained just now.

"You're just going to let these bastards go? It was just a little bit off."

"Stay where you are, don't move, we don't want to see tragedy happen, right?"

The originally tense atmosphere seemed to ease a little. Serge Meyers was the first to lower his gun and said to Jane.

As soon as Jack finished speaking, Deputy Sheriff Brandt and his subordinates started clamoring, "Fack, I knew something was wrong."

"Are these bastards planning to kill us all?"

"Who gave them such courage!"

I originally wanted to go out for the holidays, but thinking that my dear readers must still be looking forward to today's update, I reluctantly returned the big bed room of Home Inn, and went home to code out this chapter.