"They forced me, save. Help me."

The effect of adrenaline made it impossible for the seriously injured two to pass out, and Jack stopped talking to Baker, leaving the old guy alive just to leave a piece of evidence for Stevenson and Finlay.

Only by seeing and hearing all this with their own eyes can they strengthen their position, and it turned out that this worked very well, and Stevenson, who was still a little unbearable, was about to burst into fire at this time.

Jack grabbed Dawson from the side, dragged him to the kitchen table, grabbed a kitchen knife and stuck it in his ear.

"I promise you that as long as you answer the questions honestly, you will be taken to the hospital, otherwise, I will cut off your balls and let you swallow them, just like you did to everyone else."

Dawson was a spirit, he originally thought that he would die, but the fierce light in his eyes gradually faded, turning into a desire to survive.

"You swear to God, you'll let me go."

Jack became impatient, grabbed his kitchen knife and slashed his belt with a wave of his arm.

"I swear in God's name, just tell me what you know, and I promise you'll go to the hospital."

"Tell me why little Kleiner didn't show up today."

The interrogation did not take much time, and the reason why Little Kleiner did not show up was that the day of the shipment of counterfeit banknotes was set for tonight, three o'clock in the morning tomorrow to be exact.

The Kleiner father and son did plan to slip away, and the Venezuelan mercenaries were not only here to help, but also to urge the goods.

Because of the Coast Guard's six-month lockdown, the Kleiner family's counterfeit banknotes have never been shipped out in bulk, and the patience of South American buyers has run out.

Now that the lockdown is finally over, if enough goods can't be delivered in a short period of time, the next ones to be nailed to the wall are probably the Kleiners and their sons.

After accumulating counterfeit banknotes for more than half a year, with a total face value of nearly 5 billion, including packaging, weighing more than 50 tons, it was ready to be divided into three container trucks and transported to the port at one time.

In order to prevent accidents, Kleiner Jr. also specially hired an FBI to escort them, and after the counterfeit banknotes were shipped, they planned to burn down the entire ranch and destroy all the evidence.

Thinking that Finlay didn't know that his old FBI friend was a mole, Jack forced Dawson to say the name of the FBI.

"Piccard, all I know is that they call him that."

"Fack, I actually think of him as my friend." Finlay cursed again.

Jack smiled, "At least he advised you not to come to this town, did he?" ”

After saying that, he took out the FK7.5 with a silencer and shot Dawson in the head, and Braxton in the living room saw this and shot Baker to death.

"Shit, didn't you swear to God?" Finlay was taken aback.

"You're swearing more and more now."

Jack squinted at him, "I swore to God that I would take him to the hospital, but I didn't guarantee that I would send him alive, and I would sign a body donation for him later." ”

Then he looked at Stevenson next to him with a complicated expression, "Sorry to dirty your kitchen, but I don't think you guys will stay here for long, so when it's over, get out of this place as soon as possible." ”

Stevenson nodded nonchalantly, "We're already planning to move to my parents' house in Tupelo, where education is better." ”

Jack watched them move the bodies, took out his phone and called Raiccher, and before he could speak, he heard good news from the other side.

"Uh, did you really find Paul? Great, it's nothing, just to tell you, you don't have to go to the mayor's house, he's with Kleiner and his son, and they're going to make a big deal today. ”

Jack hung up the phone and called Ray King again, informing him that the situation had changed, and that the raid was now on the verge of being sent or that all the evidence would be wiped out in a fire before dawn.

"Would you like to come with us?" Tucking his phone on, Jack asked Stevenson, who was holding his wife.

The young small-town policeman gritted his teeth, looked at his wife in his arms, and clenched the shotgun in his hand.

"I'm going with you, I'm going to kill these bitches."

Jack hurriedly waved his hand, "Don't get me wrong, you don't need to work hard, just trouble you and your wife to come with us, and be an actor with the Heburg family." ”

This guy has such a big flag behind his back, and his death in the original play is extremely miserable, how dare Jack pull him to form a team, and bringing their husband and wife just makes the kidnapping story more reasonable.

After briefly explaining their plan, Stevenson looked at his wife worriedly and hesitated, but his wife took him by the arm and agreed.

"Charlie is my cousin, it's great that she's okay with the kids, I've been calling her and Paul for the past few days, you saved us, we can't do nothing."

Do pregnant women have such a big change in mood? Jack was a little puzzled, he was so frightened that his little face turned pale just now, and the smell of blood in the room had not dissipated at this moment, and this person mustered up his courage again?

Fortunately, this saved some tongue and reassigned the vehicles, and Jack continued to drive his Firebird, this time in the passenger seat, and the Stevensons got into the GMC driven by the killers, and the pickup truck full of corpses was handed to Braxton.

The three cars drove towards the Kleiner family's ranch.

Zoe and Hannah hid behind a small hill, about a kilometer from the ranch's factory, but when they climbed to the top, the distance was shortened to nearly 300 meters.

This is also the most certain distance for Hannah to use the Barrett M82A1M under the premise of low light at night.

In order to prevent exposure, Zoe and Hannah have been waiting on the side of the road on the other side of the hill after observing the terrain.

The two girls are still dressed in black tights last night, but today they have an extra bulletproof vest.

Jack gets out of the car to greet the two, and is surprised to see Chris in a wheelchair and Dana pushing him.

"The guy in the hospital who is protected by his female subordinate and girlfriend, and Ray King, has also arrived, I can't get shot in vain, I have to give something in return."

Chris was on his knees flat with a silencer and scope, the HK417 sniper model, and the assault rifle was barely accurate when replaced with a 20-inch barrel.

"It's good if you're happy."

Jack was speechless, anyway, the hill bag is not high, with Braxton here, plus himself, it won't be a bother to get him up.

"Don't you really need me to get on it? I feel like I've been in good form lately. ”。

Old Hunter also put on body armor, the python revolver in his hand turned flexibly on his fingers, and inserted the holster back in, behind him, Dee Dee was protecting the mother and daughter of the Heburg family.

After Jack's rhetoric dispels the old man's idea of returning to the battlefield, Recher and Lustko finally arrive with Paul.

It was still early, before 12 o'clock in the evening, and when the Hudberg family and Stevenson were hugging and reuniting, the rest of the group gathered in front of Jack's car to discuss specific tactics.

Worried that the information he got from Dawson was wrong, Jack pulled Paul in and asked him to draw the layout of the interior of the factory while listening to the evidence.

"There are about 50 people inside, about one-third of them are workers, and although there are more than 30 mercenaries from South America, we have already killed ten of them yesterday and today."

"Including a few of the Kleiners and their men, we're going to have about 30 militants to deal with, oh, and that includes an FBI."

Zoe added to what she and Hannah had just observed.

"They are on guard today, and I saw at least six groups of people patrolling outside the factory, working in pairs, changing shifts every 20 minutes, and the weapons are mainly Uzi submachine guns and UMP45s."

Braxton still uses his mercenary mentality, "We can't get into close combat, the submachine guns are too strong, can we set fire and drive them out?" ”

His suggestion was rejected by Racher in the next second, "It's full of flammable materials, and the chemicals that clean the ink will cause an explosion if they don't get it right, and if we burn all the evidence, it's going to be hard for the IRS to wipe our butts." ”

"Try to fight at medium and long distances, and you can't set fire to force them out, and the factory building is too big, and we don't have enough smoke bombs"

Jack was also in trouble for a while, the ranch was very large, and the surrounding area was deserted, so he didn't have to worry about the movement of the battle, but it was not a matter if it dragged on for a long time, after all, there was an FBI inside, and if it dragged on until dawn, there might be some kind of moth.

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