The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 1448 Jack is targeted
“You don’t need to know who we are, just hand over what you found, and no one will get hurt here today.

Don't think about stalling for time, no one will come to rescue you. Come to think of it, the wireless signal jammer you suggested is quite useful."

The sarcastic voices outside continued, while in the wine cellar, Jack was taking out a bulletproof vest from a marked barrel and putting it on Taylor.

Although she knew that everything was going as planned, the female reporter still couldn't help feeling a little worried. After all, the other side currently had an absolute advantage in numbers, and according to yesterday's plan, it would take some time for the reinforcements to arrive.

"Jack, give me a gun and I can help, too."

Jack put a Noveske N4 assault rifle on his back, reached out and touched Taylor's head to comfort him, "Stay here, don't move, close your eyes and cover your ears, it will be over soon."

He is very angry now. He is the only one who uses stun grenades to hit people, and now some bastard dares to threaten him with this thing.

The scene fell silent for a moment. After a few minutes, there was still no sound in the wine cellar. The two former FBI agents guarding the door looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

Just as Leonard Pitt, who was holding a grenade launcher, stuffed two smoke bombs and was about to take action, suddenly a hand holding a small notebook appeared under the rolling door and waved it, followed by Jack's voice.

"Is this what you want? So you all work for 'HR'?"

"It seems that you are not as stupid as we thought. Throw out the account book and you and your woman can survive!" Craig Bogle was overjoyed, as if he had already seen 200 million US dollars waving at him.

His partner Leonard Pitt was more cautious and quickly shouted, "We all know you're a sharpshooter, so throw farther and don't play tricks."

The account book was thrown out with force and landed on the open space in front of the door with a "pa" sound. The pages were fluttered by the sea breeze from afar.

However, the two former FBI agents hid behind the open car door without moving, even though they had previously been belittling someone for relying on connections or women to get to the top.

But as the saying goes, a man's reputation is like the shadow of a tree. No matter how unknown Jack's achievements were, they saw with their own eyes how he decisively dealt with the suicide collar on Alice's neck downstairs of the Federal Building.

After hesitating for a moment, Craig Bogle waved to a gunman not far away and said, "You, go pick up the things."

The gunman who was called out was concentrating and on alert. He didn't react until he was called twice. He even subconsciously glanced around him, only then did he confirm that he was the unlucky guy.

He cursed inwardly, but thinking of the half of the reward that was still left, the unlucky gunman could only bend over and run forward.

Relying on the dark night bonus brought by his racial talent, he slipped along the shadow of the house to the door, then rushed forward at the speed of a rugby player, picked up the account book and ran away.

Taking the account book from the gunman, Craig Bogle flipped through it casually, and nodded to his partner after seeing a few familiar names and the amounts behind them.

Leonard Pitt breathed a sigh of relief and waved vigorously at the gunmen surrounding the house on both sides.

As several barrels of gasoline were unloaded from the pickup truck and dumped at the base of the wall, flames rose up, instantly illuminating the area around the wine cellar and the gunman who had hidden himself behind the headlights of the car.

At this moment, something strange happened. A chaotic siren suddenly sounded in the distance. Just when the people at the scene were not sure whether the sound was directed at them, short and rhythmic gunshots suddenly rang out. The gunmen surrounding the burning wine cellar fell to the ground as if they were electrocuted. Before the two people guarding the gate could react, a gun barrel suddenly stretched out from under the half-open roller shutter door and fired fatal gunfire at the two people.

The precise short bursts of three shots easily penetrated the useless car door cover and knocked down the two former FBI agents to the ground almost in no particular order.

Although the .4BLK bullet used by Noveske N300 is always criticized for its insufficient power and average ballistic performance and can only be used for special operations, it is still a rifle bullet anyway.

At this moment, the distance is only more than 20 meters, and it is easy to penetrate the two thin iron sheets of ordinary vehicle doors.

Danny, who rushed into the scene in a hurry because he spotted an unexpected fire in the distance, stopped the car and saw Jack, who was covered in dust, protecting Taylor and getting into the Audi R8 sports car. He then breathed a sigh of relief.

At the call of Clay, who was wearing a ghillie suit, a group of FBI agents and NYPD police officers got out of the car, took out handcuffs and handcuffed the gunmen who were lying on the ground and wailing.

Although Clay had to lie on the grass behind the wine cellar for half the night while being bitten by mosquitoes, he was still quite measured in his actions.

Two of the six gunmen died. Theoretically, the rest still have a chance of being rescued and should be able to wait for the ambulance.

The two men in suits knocked down by Jack were not dead. They were both wearing bulletproof vests and were rolling on the ground with their knees hugged.

The bullet penetrated the car door but failed to penetrate the bulletproof plate inserted in the bulletproof vest, but it did not prevent Jack from firing two more shots at the lower body of the two men.

The structure of the human thigh joint is actually quite complex. If there is a problem with the patella or meniscus of the legs, especially an injury like a bullet shattering it, it usually means that you can basically say goodbye to upright walking for the rest of your life.

"Agent Bogle, Agent Pete, oh, no, now I should call you Mr. Bogle and Mr. Pete, what? After leaving the FBI, you started working for criminals?"

Just because Jack didn't know the names of these two guys didn't mean that Jubal, who had been in charge of commanding field agents at the operations center all year round, didn't remember them.

"Have you ever thought about what will happen to those criminals you arrested once your crimes are exposed and you are sent to prison?"

After Jiejie and Hannah checked and confirmed that Taylor was okay, they walked closer and looked at the two guys with angry faces, but still took the first aid kit and started to stop the bleeding for them.

Hannah put her hands on her hips and glared down at the two guys sarcastically, "The reason they are not worried may be because they are too useless and have never caught a few criminals themselves."

The sirens continued to sound from far away. In addition to the ambulance on the way, the fire truck also rushed over.

After checking the guns and ammunition scattered on the ground, Danny went back to the car to get two bottles of mineral water, opened them and handed them to Jack, asking him to wash the ashes off his face, with a hint of mockery in his tone.

"Your former colleagues took great pains to avoid a head-on battle with you, using smoke bombs, stun grenades, and gasoline that was prepared in advance."

Jack shrugged speechlessly. Although the boat did not capsize this time, it was also a disguised reminder that those enemies who came from within and were familiar with oneself were the most terrifying.

(End of this chapter)