Chapter 824: There is no cure for licking dogs

Chapter 824: There is no cure for licking dogs

This dilapidated neighborhood may not have seen this scene for a long time, or even at all.

Various police vehicles lined up from the street to the end of the street with their lights flashing, lighting up almost half of the sky.

Police cars spray-painted with letters like FBI, SWAT, PPD (Philadelphia Police Department), red ambulances from the fire department, and a huge number of black refrigerated corpse trucks blocked the entire street.

"Ugh!" A young police officer was helped out of the small building by his partner, and he vomited while holding on to a big tree. If it were normal, such a rookie would definitely attract harsh ridicule from the veterans.

But today's situation is a little different, because under the few street trees outside the small building, there are one or two "uniformed customers" who are supporting or standing at this time.

Sergeant Roland, who was wearing a state police uniform, didn't look very good. Although he was standing in the backyard, the strong smell of gunpowder smoke and blood lingered in his nostrils.

The body of the guy who was killed by Hannah with the Barrett would not look very good, especially if he was killed by the partition wall. The bullet lost part of its kinetic energy after penetrating the wall, which caused the cavity effect to be maximized.

The dead bodies at the hands of Jack and Clay are also not pretty to look at, as both men were big fans of Mozambican marksmanship in close-range gunfights.

In today's gun battle, it was these three people who contributed most of the kills. It can be seen how tragic the scene is now.

Chief Rowland had heard of the achievements of the FBI's Most Wanted Criminal Team. After all, they rescued an ambushed Marshals Service agent on their way to pursue fugitives across three states: West Virginia, Ohio, and Pennsylvania. This incident is not far behind.

But there is still a big difference between rumors and what he saw with his own eyes, especially when they cooperated with the FBI in handling cases. Their meticulous investigation and razor-sharp handling style once made the old black police chief think that this was a team that relied purely on brain power to win. elite group.

I never expected that this group of young people not only had good brains, but also were extremely ruthless and decisive in their attacks. They didn't even wait for the reinforcements of the SWAT team to arrive, and directly used violent methods to wipe out a group of armed thugs like a beast.

But when he thought about how he might often deal with the tough-minded FBI stationed in New York next door in the future, Sheriff Roland couldn't help but curl up his lips slightly.

In any case, having a group of powerful foreign players can never be a bad thing.

Pennsylvania, which is located in the Rust Belt, is like its largest city, Philadelphia. The economy has been in decline and public security has deteriorated year by year. Whether it is Pittsburgh, which was once the "Steel Capital of the World", or Bethlehem, which is famous for its mining industry, they can only survive. describe.

At this moment, a group of FBI officers who acted in a tough manner in the eyes of an old police chief were gathered in the command vehicle that had just arrived. They looked at the man in front of them with a headache and a face full of snot and tears, crying like a fart. The smart DEA agent had helplessness on his face.

"Ah! I'll leave it to you. I'd rather help those police officers move the bodies." After a burst of incompetent rage, Clay punched the air twice in a venting style. Finally, he said that he couldn't stand the atmosphere, opened the car door and jumped out. Go down.

"I am coming too."

"Count me in."

"You guys get it done, I'm going to see how the bailiffs are doing with their search."

Hannah and Aubrey also expressed that they couldn't stand the atmosphere and followed Clay out of the car.

Alice subconsciously moved her buttocks, then sat back down under Jubal's gaze with a stern look on her face, picked up paper and pen and continued to act as a recorder.

"So secretly, you've been in contact with Maldonado, right?"

"The so-called information you provided about Maldonado's brother-in-law before was purely to mislead us. You know that Maldonado would never go to him."

"So where will he run to now?"

Facing Jubal's series of questions, Agent Gelson kept his head down and kept silent. His face was covered with tears and snot, and he looked extremely disgusting.

"So what are you waiting for now? Waiting for a lawyer? We have already notified the DEA, but it seems that their response this time is a bit slow."

Jack felt that his fists were a little hard. He had obviously stopped Clay from beating this kid before, but now that his patience was running out, he couldn't help it anymore.

Agent Gelson finally raised his head and looked at Jack pitifully, "I don't know, really. And even if I knew, Maldonado's people would kill me after telling you."

"Why don't you tell me why you sacrificed your life for Maldonado? Money or something else?" Seeing this guy's cowardice, Jack knew he couldn't ask anything, so he could only change the question.

"I'm in love with Emiliana."

"Huh?" Jiejie on the side put down the water glass that almost caused her to choke, and looked at this guy in disbelief.

"You know that she was waiting for Maldonado on the plane to escape to Mexico, right? She even gave herself the medicine in advance in order to win the pervert's favor."

"Ahem!" Jack coughed slightly, indicating that Jie Jie's focus was distorted. "If you fell in love with the boss's woman, shouldn't you find a way to kill Maldonado? You are a DEA agent."

"Precisely because I am a DEA agent, I know better what it means to attack the boss of a drug cartel. That is equivalent to being targeted by drug cartel for a lifetime, and..."

Seeing that this guy couldn't go on, Jack continued for him very considerately, "And you also need money. A woman like Emiliana is obviously not something that a DEA agent with an annual salary of more than 100,000 can afford. of.

Her annual spending on high-end beauty salons is enough to bankrupt you, not to mention spending on clothing and jewelry. Therefore, Maldonado promises you that as long as you help him escape from prison, he is willing to give his mistress to you. I'm giving it to you with a lot of money, right? "

"No, Emiliana loves me. She took the initiative to find me. She said that as long as I can help Maldonado escape from prison, she will stay in the United States and we will have children."

Jack looked at the thing that looked like a licking dog in front of him, shook his head speechlessly, and once again felt sincerely amazed by the diversity of living things.

"Please help me, I can't go to jail, I will die in there, please help me, please." Agent Gelson begged.

"OK, tell me the whereabouts of Maldonado, and I will discuss it with the bailiffs and get witness protection for you and Emiliana. Even if the bailiffs don't agree, Agent Jubal will be in the prison." It has something to do with it.

In the future, if you are imprisoned in the same prison, you might be able to see each other every day. "

Jack’s condition was so insincere that it was pure deception. Even Jubal, who was standing by, found it too ridiculous and couldn’t bear to listen, “Tell us where Maldonado is.

We won't hand you back to the DEA. Your people should be arriving soon. You should be more worried about this than going to jail now, right? "

Agent Gelson shook his head desperately, "I can't do it. I don't know where he went. This has nothing to do with the DEA. I can't go to prison. It's full of their people."

"Jubal, the DEA people are here." Clay reminded loudly outside the command vehicle.

"Then you have to rely on yourself." Jack and Jubal looked at each other and lifted the guy from his seat speechlessly. Does the DEA recruit people whose IQs are not measured, or does it deliberately recruit idiots so that they can blame others.