Chapter 304 Recognize the “cowardly” Jack
"Put down the gun. This is a Department of Energy reservation? It's leased land, assholes! You're breaking the law by coming here."
"This is leased territory, Deputy Sheriff, you have no jurisdiction."
"Deputy Sheriff, you have no jurisdiction and you have violated federal law by dropping your weapon."
The faces of the security guards changed instantly, including the one who seemed to be the leader among them, Serge Meyers, who had always maintained a smile before.
"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."
Before a security guard finished speaking, a police officer's Glock was aimed at his head, "Come and try, Baipi, you shoot!"
Jane also pulled out her sidearm. Except for Jack who didn't pull out a gun, she was the only one with the muzzle pointed downward.
"FBI! Hey! FBI! This is federal land and I have the right to enforce the law on this land. Do you understand me?"
"Put down your guns now, everyone, come on, put them down."
Seeing Jane standing up and walking among everyone, the old police chief also shouted sternly, "Calm down, everyone, put down the guns."
The originally tense atmosphere seemed to ease a little. Serge Meyers was the first to lower his gun and said to Jane.
"Ma'am, you better get a hold of these bastards you have."
"No, it's your turn to control your men." Jack, who had turned behind him at some point, suddenly took action to restrain him.
Jack pinched the back of Serge Meyers' neck with his left hand and used a little force with his thumb, causing him to scream out. At the same time, he dropped his pistol from his right hand and threw it to the ground. Then he lifted his coat handsomely and pulled out the gun from behind his waist. FK7.5, pressed against the back of the smiling tiger's head.
Jane was stunned on the spot, feeling that the situation was beyond her control again, and she had no idea what Jack's intention was.
"Officers, back away slowly and don't put your gun down, like I did, you know what I mean?"
After saying that, he dragged Serge Meyers, using him as a cover, facing the row of prefabricated houses, and moved back step by step.
"Fake, who are you? Let go of our boss!"
"What do you want to do? Let go of Sergey!"
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.
"Stand still and don't move. We don't want to see tragedy happen, right?"
Jack estimated the distance to the prefabricated house and found that there was less than 200 meters left. Everyone had walked almost half the way. He sensed the danger earlier than the deputy sheriff.
There are a total of 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. What about the rest?
The eyesight of ordinary people may not be able to see that far, but Jack could clearly see the blinds that were moving in the wind on the windows of the prefabricated houses.
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. .
Although he didn't know how the other party would deal with the aftermath after he laid a trap so decisively and planned to catch all the tribal police and FBI, Jack was not a sloppy person and decisively took advantage of the other party's distraction to take action.
You must know that hostages may not necessarily be useful to the police, but when it is reversed, they can have miraculous effects. Although it is ironic, this is indeed the case.
The remaining security guards just stood there in a daze, watching Jack lead the tribal police and the female FBI slowly back to the place where the snowmobiles were parked.
"What do you want? Take me back? No matter who you are, I guarantee you will"
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.
The tribal policemen who returned to the starting point had already taken out their rifles from the holsters strapped to the back seats of their snowmobiles.
Jack imitated his smiling face and smiled, "Why don't you just pretend we haven't been here today?"
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.
"Are you serious?" Sergey Meyers stood up slowly, raised his hand to stop his accomplice from far away who wanted to step forward, and kneaded the part of his neck that had just been restrained.
"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?"
Without waiting for an answer, Jack put away his gun, got on the snowmobile, started the engine, and waved to Jane to get on.
Serge Meyers had a sullen face, and his sinister eyes swept over the faces of everyone in front of him, as if he wanted to remember their looks one by one.
"Next time you show up in this place that doesn't belong to you, we won't be so polite."
Jack didn't know whether he heard it or not, so he slammed the accelerator, drowned the rest of his words in the roar of the engine, and drove away.
It was only then that the security guards behind Serge Meyers stumbled over to him. One of the guys with a bruise on his face approached him and asked.
"You're just going to let these bastards go? It was just a little bit off."
"Fake, what else could we do? It's all the trouble caused by you bastards."
Sergey Meyers angrily opened his coat, pulled out two bulletproof plates from the tight body armor on his chest, and smashed it heavily on the ground. Only then did he feel that his rapid breathing became much easier.
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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.
"I know, you two, please be safe." Jack pushed the door into the conference room with a satellite phone, closed the door, and hung up the phone.
"They ambushed six people, all hiding in that row of prefab houses, and Braxton and Corey are watching them now."
As soon as Jack finished speaking, Deputy Sheriff Brandt and his men started making noises, "Fuck, I knew something was wrong."
"Are these bastards planning to kill us all?"
"Who gave them such courage!"
I originally wanted to celebrate the festival, but when I thought that my dear readers must still be eagerly awaiting today's update, I reluctantly checked out the large bed room in Home Inn, went home and coded this chapter.