Chapter 303 Confrontation

Chapter 303 Confrontation

The five snowmobiles were moving quickly through mud and water. Soon, several tall derricks came into view. Around the derricks, there were several white prefabricated houses scattered randomly.

The closest one is a single container-sized room, which looks like it functions like a duty room. Not far away, there are several board rooms spliced ​​together into a long shape, which should be the dormitory where the security guards live.

As the five snowmobiles gradually approached, a man who had been waiting there, wearing a black uniform, jumped onto the four-wheeled tracked vehicle parked at the door and came towards the crowd.

"Hey, good morning, guys." The person looked very enthusiastic.

"Good morning, what do you call me?" Everyone stopped the car, and the old police chief at the front shook hands with him.

"Sergey Meyers, is there anything I can do for you?" The man smiled and looked very talkative.

"It's like this. I heard that you have installed a lot of cameras nearby. I hope to retrieve some surveillance from three days ago. You know, there was an accident with a girl nearby."

Jane said, taking out her FBI ID and showing it.

"No problem, our surveillance videos will be kept for at least half a year."

The man's answer was so refreshing that no one expected it. Even Jack was a little confused. Did they guess wrong before?

At this time, two more tracked vehicles drove from the row of prefabricated houses and stopped in front of everyone. Five uniformed security guards jumped out of the vehicles.

Jack's eyelids jumped. 6 to 6, his numerical advantage was instantly evened out, and at least two of the five people who had just arrived were carrying shotguns.

He subconsciously took out his mobile phone from the inner pocket of his down jacket and took a look. Sure enough, there was no signal at all here. If he guessed correctly, the radio communication distance of the tribal policemen should not be able to reach the main station dozens of miles away.

In my impression, it seems that every time I am in such a situation of losing contact with the outside world, something bad will happen.

"Hey, is everything okay?" one of the few people who arrived later asked.

"Yes, yes, it's nothing. They came here with the FBI and wanted to collect some surveillance." The guy named Serge Meyers seemed to be the leader among them. After hearing his explanation, the others Oh, he said no more.

"What's going on with you?" Jane also noticed something was wrong, frowned and looked at the few people who had just stood there.

"What's going on?" The atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle. There was a moment of silence before someone replied.

"Why do you all have injuries on your faces?" Jian nodded.

Among the six people, four of them had very obvious scars on their faces, one by one, as if they had been scratched by a cat.

"Oh, well, if you drive a 60-yard snowmobile through those woods, your pretty little face will look like ours."

Sergey Meyers said something that immediately made his companions burst into laughter.

No one said anything here. Jack and the tribal policemen all had sullen faces, watching their performance, and the atmosphere became a little awkward for a while.

"Haha." Sergey Meyers laughed dryly twice, "It is stipulated that we patrol along the boundary twice a day, which involves territorial issues."

The faces of several tribal policemen, including the old police chief, became even more ugly. The territorial issue was an eternal pain in the hearts of all the indigenous people in the Indian reservations.

As mentioned before, nominally, Aboriginal people enjoy a high degree of self-control in reservations, and can even make their own laws and enjoy various rights.

However, in fact, even these remote and barren lands located in various reservations that were forcibly distributed as handouts may be taken back by the federal government at any time, or occupied through various methods.

For example, in the drilling camp they are currently in, if the consortium discovers oil here, they can forcefully rent the land at a low price through the BIA.

As a result, this place became a country within a country. Security guards hired by the consortium maintained the security here. The tribal police had no right to enforce the law here.

This is one of the reasons why the indigenous people have no favorable impression of the BIA, which is supposed to protect their interests and serve them.

"Where do you all live?" Jack suddenly said, pointing to the long row of connected prefabricated houses in the distance.

"Yes, yes, we all live in it." Serge Meyers still looked smiling.

"Can we go in and take a look?" Jack's words made several tribal policemen look at him with suspicion. This tough tone was what Jane said before, politely asking for permission?

"Ah, of course, come on, it's so cold outside, why don't we all go in and have a drink together?"

Surprisingly, Serge Meyers seemed to have a very calm and even enthusiastic attitude, and he greeted the tribal policemen and walked forward.

The place where everyone parked was about four to five hundred meters away from the prefabricated house in the distance. This distance was very awkward. The old police chief looked back at the several snowmobiles they drove up, hesitated for a moment, and stepped one step deeper than the other. took the lead and walked forward.

Jack followed closely behind the old sheriff, his expression seemed to have improved a lot because of the other party's cooperation, and he asked as he walked.

"There are only six of you, and it's very hard to take care of such a large area."

Sergey Meyers was slightly stunned, as if he didn't understand why this unknown young man was so arrogant and respectful. Then he glanced at his unusually young and handsome face, seeming to regard him as a fool, and agreed casually. road.

"Yes, but don't we still have those cameras, otherwise we really can't control it. I have mentioned it to the person in charge many times that we should hire a few more people, but you know the Texas company."

"By the way, are you checking on the girl who froze to death in the snow?"

Jane, who was following Jack, nodded, "Yes, we found out that she might have been hijacked on a nearby highway. Witnesses saw the suspected hijacker's vehicle."

"Wow, then he must have very good eyesight. There are no street lights on the highway here. How did he see clearly?"

Hearing this guy's intentional or unintentional cliché, Jack and Jane looked at each other in tacit understanding. This was their prepared words in advance. They didn't expect that the other party would take the bait so easily.

Neither the police report nor the local radio station that broadcast news mentioned when Natalie disappeared. This guy didn't bring it upon himself.

"What do you guys want?" Deputy Sheriff Brandt, who was walking at the end, suddenly stopped and looked behind him.

"What?" Serge Meyers, who was walking at the front, also stopped and looked back at everyone.

"Why are you standing on both sides of me?" Deputy Sheriff Brandt suddenly became nervous, took a few steps back, and pulled out his gun.

"What are you talking about?" The security guard next to him looked confused.

"What are you asking me about? You surrounded us from three sides!" The Glock 17 in Brandt's hand pointed at a security guard facing him.

Immediately afterwards, everyone present took out their pistols, except for Jack, who did not carry a Glock at all today. The FK7.5 was equipped with a butt and a red dot sight, and was inserted into his lower back. Perfectly hidden.

"What do you want to do?"

"Put the gun down!"

"Put the damn gun down!"

The shouting at the scene suddenly became a noisy mess.