America: The Gear-Up Detective

"Fuck!" Connor cursed under his breath.

Then, after looking around, he said, "Rhodes, mark this spot. We don't have time to deal with this body right now."

We'll deal with it after we find Jackson.

Rhodes closed the system information panel; this was the first time the system had run two tasks simultaneously.

The first mission to save Jackson is not yet complete.

Composing himself, Rod tossed a small locator into a hole in the container.

Then the group closed their suitcases and pushed them into the container.

Begin the search for the next target; the priority now is to find Jackson.

Hongdu's deliberately lowered voice came through the earpiece, "Prepare to search the fourth container. No target found so far."

Meanwhile, Hong Du and his SWAT team had already begun searching for the last target.

Rod had a bad feeling; could Jackson and Darian Weaver be among his target containers?

......

At a red shipping container.

The black henchman, Ivan Slater, wearing a hat, was huddled in a shady corner, smoking and looking quite content.

Not far away, Isaac Weiss, another Black man who attacked Queenie Ward that day, leaned against the container opening, guarding the shipping container.

Hearing the noises coming from inside, Isaac Weiss shrank back, feeling that the boss he was following might have some violent tendencies and sex addiction.

But then I thought, "That's how gangsters should act, just like Boss Darian."

Then he straightened his chest, perked up, and his slightly immature face revealed a focused expression.

Inside the container.

Darian Weaver, who was enjoying some inexplicable pleasure with his eyes closed, shivered, then got up and walked towards Jackson.

He clenched his fists and gestured in front of Jackson, seemingly trying to figure out what kind of blow would cause him more intense pain.

Jackson looked at Darian Weaver, whose eyes were bloodshot, and said with difficulty, "Stop, Darian."

It was just a pointless argument; there was no need to escalate it like this.

Darian Weaver tilted his head, grinned, and said, "A pointless argument?"

Then a heavy punch landed on Jackson's stomach. "You fucking slept with my woman, and you call this a pointless argument?"

Jackson glanced at the motionless Queenie Ward. "Your woman? I feel like she's more like your toy."

Darian laughed and shouted towards the outside of the container, "Isaac!"

The box was pulled open a crack, and Isaac Weiss's youthful face peeked in: "Boss?"

"Go and bring the car over so our friends can go swimming in the sea."

Isaac glanced at Jackson and replied in a low voice, "Okay, boss."

Jackson's heart sank; he knew he was doomed.

Outside the container, Isaac Weiss wanted Ivan Slater to take over guarding the door, but after looking for a long time, he couldn't find Ivan Slater smoking.

"Leaving for a while shouldn't be a problem," Isaac thought, then headed towards the pickup truck not far away.

In the distance, behind a shipping container about twenty meters away from Isaac Weiss.

Rhodes activated his [Scan] skill and watched Isaac Weiss emerge from the shipping container.

The skill grants Rhodes exceptional insight and enhanced vision. Combined with the scope on his rifle, Rhodes was able to clearly see Jackson hanging in the shipping container during the few seconds it took Isaac to open and close the door.

He whispered to Connor, who was keeping watch ahead, "Captain, I see Jackson, he's in that container!"

Connor looked surprised. "That far? Are you sure you saw it clearly?"

Rhodes nodded, his face serious: "Trust me, Captain!"

Connor pressed down on his headset: "Hongdu, we've located Jackson's container, container number three on the outer perimeter. Where are you?"

Before the operation, Hongdu and Connor numbered all the suspicious containers to facilitate the other party's meeting.

"Number three on the outer perimeter? Shit, that's a bit far. We're coming right away!"

Seeing Isaac already parked his truck at the container door, Connor said in a low voice, "How much longer? We're running out of time!"

"Three minutes..."

Hank looked at Jackson being led out and instinctively said, "Captain, it's too late!"

far away.

Isaac got out of the car, and Darian led Jackson out, who had his hands tied and his mouth gagged.

The glaring midday sun in Los Angeles shone on Jackson, and the interplay of light made him instinctively close his eyes.

"Boss, we're ready."

In the distance, Rhodes' index finger was already on the trigger.

Having experienced the wolf incident at his grandfather's ranch, Rod was very confident in his marksmanship, especially now that the distance was only twenty or thirty meters.

[Gun Shooting lv2 (16/1500)]

Rhodes let out a soft breath.

Through the scope, Darian Weaver stood at the container door, one hand pinning Jackson down, the other gripping a gun, while Isaac stood in front of the truck door, watching the two men.

Rod looked at Connor, indicating whether they should fire now.

Seeing that Jackson had already been put into the car, Connor looked at Rod and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure you can handle this?"

"Don't worry," Rod replied confidently.

Connor nodded, and behind him, Hank patted Rhodes on the shoulder, "Don't feel pressured!"

Through the scope, Rod aimed the crosshairs at Darian Weaver.

The moment the car started, Rod held his breath and gently pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The sound of gunfire rang out, Darian Weaver's smile froze on his face, and he fell to the ground.

Isaac, seemingly startled by the gunshot, slammed on the gas pedal and crashed into the cargo container.

A series of footsteps came from behind the container.

The Hongdu SWAT team flanked them from the side, the four of them spreading out in a fan shape, their guns pointed at Isaac in the driver's seat and the container door.

"Don't move! Don't move!"

"Put your hands where I can see them! Get off the bus!"

The two men pointed their guns at Isaac.

Another SWAT officer quickly walked to Jackson's side, looked at Jackson lying on the ground, and said, "Found Jackson, he doesn't look well and needs an ambulance."

Repeat......"

Connor and the others rushed over after Rhodes fired his gun, and just in time to meet up with Hondu's team.

Several men pulled Isaac out of the car, pinned him to the ground, pressed their knees against his back, and snapped the handcuffs on.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Hong Du looked at Darian Weaver, who was lying on the ground, seemingly lost in thought, and said with slight surprise, "Not bad shooting! Who fired the shot!"

Connor pointed at Rod and said with a smile, "I'm no worse than you guys, am I?"

Hongdu's eyes lit up as he looked at Luo De. "Not bad. Interested in joining the SWAT team?"

Connor's smile faded.

Behind him, Rod lowered his gun and looked at Jackson lying on the ground. "You can finally take a proper vacation, Jackson."

Jackson shakily raised his right hand, gave a middle finger, and said, "Thank you!"

Then, remembering something else, she exclaimed, "Inside! Queenie is still inside!"

Before he could finish speaking, several SWAT team members who went to search the container carried out Queenie, who was wrapped in a bed sheet and unconscious.

Connor reported to the police station, "There is another victim."

Just then.

Rhodes's equipment skill, [Wolf Soul Sense], detected a malevolent force approaching.