Raicher and Rose set off to find someone first, and the others began to pack up their equipment, and Ray King got them a few body armor and communicators in the name of the IRS, after all, there were several more enthusiastic citizens involved in the operation than originally expected.

Jack swapped the car back into the Firebird and set off with Braxton, while the others would later rush straight to Kleiner's ranch to lurk.

Dana and Ray King stayed in Atlanta to liaise and coordinate reinforcements from the IRS in preparation for the raid.

The Kleiner family's estate is spread across Georgia, and taking over the town of Margrave is the end for everyone, but for the IRS, it's just the beginning.

Finlay, for his part, confirmed that everything was going well, and he hinted at the police station that Stevenson knew the whereabouts of the Heburg family, and agreed to meet at his house at 8 p.m., all in the eyes of the old fellow Baker.

At 7:55 p.m., Finlay's Ford appeared in front of Stevenson's house, not far away in the woods, where Jack's firebird was parked with a fire extinguished.

Jack and Braxton sat in the car, observing the movements around them, worried that Kleiner's men would make a move ahead of time, waiting for Metlay to come to the door, where they had been waiting after dark.

Seeing Finlay get out of the car and come to the front of the house and knock on the door, Braxton, who was holding the binoculars, looked back at Jack with some confusion, and then looked down at what he was wearing.

"Is there something wrong with this guy? This is the South, and he's in a tweed suit? ”

Jack held back a smile, and it was not for nothing that he felt that Finlay was out of place with this town after spending the past few days with this guy.

"Maybe it's because he's from Boston."

The two chatted for a while, and after a while, Braxton, who had been holding a telescope to look around, suddenly said in a deep voice, "Here, two cars, a Ford pickup truck, and a GMC business car." ”

Jack squinted slightly and looked out onto the road, with the pickup truck in front and GMC behind, and the two cars had just gotten off the road and were turning towards the path leading to Stevenson's house.

Both cars were slow and turned off their lights as soon as they turned.

"Ready to do it." Jack pressed the phone he had been holding in his hand, and a pre-edited message was sent to Finlay.

Tucking their phones back into their trouser pockets, the two of them each carried a HK416 with a silencer and a scope, and bent down into the bushes thirty or forty meters away from the house, which was the position they had chosen since they arrived.

It's a good distance, right in the corner of the observation corner of the vehicles entering the path, and the shooting range is good, completely covering the front entrance of the house.

The two cars slowly stopped on the lawn in front of the house, and on the lead Ford pickup, a bald old policeman in uniform got down, it was Baker.

Four people from the GMC Canyon, dressed in white hazmat suits and rubber shoe covers on their feet, were led by Dawson, the madman cousin of Little Kleiner.

He had a pistol pinned to his waist and a crowbar in his hand, and the rest of the men had shotguns and kits, and it was not necessary to guess that they contained the tools they used to torture people.

Jack pouted, a little regretful, little Kleiner didn't come this time, and he still wanted to dispose of that scum here.

Dawson stretched out a finger and pointed at Baker, and then pointed to the door of Stevenson's house, motioning for him to go up and trick him into opening the door, unaware that not far behind him, there were already two HK416s with silencers aimed at their backs.

"Leave two alive, that bald policeman and the kid with a crowbar are still useful, don't kill them directly."

Jack closed the insurance and whispered to Braxton.

The other party bowed slightly, indicating that he had received it, although the target had been tacitly assigned, but Jack knew this guy's style of acting, once he started, he never left a live mouth, and he was worried that if he rushed up, this guy would make up for it casually.

At the same time, Baker had hesitantly walked up the steps, raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, and the other four followed him, standing against the wall at the door, ready to rush in and subdue the other party as soon as the door was opened.

At the moment when the door was knocked on, the lights in the room that had been on suddenly went out at the same time, and only one door lamp under the porch was still faintly lit.

The situation inside and outside the house was reversed in an instant, and the original inner light and outer darkness became inner and outer darkness after a second.

The sudden change made the killers outside the house a little overwhelmed, and just when they looked at each other blankly, with a few groaning sounds similar to when opening champagne, the five people standing outside the house were shot and fell down before they could even scream.

Both of them had first-class shooting skills, and they hit the back or waist side, and after the bullet penetrated the lungs, the person who was shot could only make a painful ho-ho sound.

"Up." Jack let out a loud shout and jumped out of the bushes at the same time as Braxton, and it took less than five or six seconds for the two of them to rush closer.

"Phew! Bang! The two of them began to replenish their guns as they ran, focusing on the two guys with guns in the back, all of them headshots, those two shotguns did not have silencers, and once the trigger was pulled, the sound of the guns could be heard for several kilometers.

Coming to the porch, Jack found that Dawson had been shot in the right back, foaming blood in his mouth, and was still struggling to pull out the pistol from the back of the waist, and he didn't want to hit the butt of the rifle directly.

"Finlay, open the door, it's over."

The door was opened, and Finley looked nervous, holding a Browning 1911 in his hand, and the next second, he was startled by the corpse in front of the door.

Stevenson, who was standing behind him, was also on guard with a shotgun, and his wife was hiding behind him in fear, and both of them were equally pale.

Seeing the bloody scene in front of her, before the wife could scream, her husband covered her mouth and took her into the back room.

"Come and help." Jack glared at Finley, who was still in a daze, and dragged the unconscious Dawson into the house, and Braxton behind him threw Baker, who was also vomiting blood, in.

"Stop the bleeding for them first, and then put this on it." Jack handed Finlay two injections, the two adrenaline he had taken from the hospital.

"I'll do it too." Stevenson helped his wife into the back room and walked out immediately, although his face was still pale, but he was a police officer and was not stupid by the scene.

Leaving the two half-dead creatures to Finlay and Stevenson, Jack and Braxton turned around and went out the door, carrying the three bodies outside onto the pickup truck Baker had driven from, and covering them with the tarps on them.

When the two returned to the house and closed the door, they saw Baker holding Stevenson's hand and begging for help.

"Help me, I don't want to die, we've known each other since you were a kid and delivered newspapers to everyone, please, my aunt was your wife's teacher in high school."

"So you brought Kleiner's killer to visit the family? You know his wife is pregnant, right? ”

Jack glanced at Stevenson, who was a little overwhelmed, and sneered.

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