Five snowmobiles shook the muddy water all the way and quickly advanced, and it didn't take long for several tall derricks to come into everyone's field of vision, and around the derricks, there were several white prefabricated houses scattered messily.

The nearest is a single board room the size of a container, which looks like a duty room, and there are several board rooms not far away that are spliced into a long shape, which should be the dormitory where the security guard lives.

As the five snowmobiles approached, a man in a black uniform who had been waiting there for a long time jumped onto the four-wheeled tracked vehicle parked at the door and greeted the crowd.

"Hey, good morning, guys." The visitor looked very welcoming.

"Good morning, what do you call it?" The crowd stopped the car, and the old sheriff at the front shook his hand.

"Sage Meyers, is there anything I can do to help you?" The man smiled brightly and looked like he was very talkative.

"That's right, I've heard that you've installed a lot of cameras nearby, and I'm hoping to pull up some surveillance from three days ago, you know, there's a girl who has an accident nearby."

Jane said as she pulled out her FBI ID and lit up.

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

The man's answer was so quick that even Jack was a little puzzled, could it be that they had guessed wrong?

At this time, two more tracked trucks came from the prefabricated house in the row, stopped in front of everyone, and five uniformed security guards jumped out of the cars.

Jack's eyelids jumped, 6 to 6, his own numerical advantage was leveled at once, and at least two of the five people who had just arrived had shotguns on their backs.

He subconsciously took out his mobile phone from the inner pocket of his down jacket and looked at it, sure enough, there was no signal at all, if he guessed correctly, the radio communication distance of the tribal police should not be enough to reach the main station dozens of miles away.

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

"Hey, everything is alright?" One of them asked.

"Yes, yes, it's nothing, they came with the FBI guys and wanted to pull up some surveillance." The guy named Sage Meyers looked like the leader of the bunch, and when he heard his explanation, the others let out a sigh and stopped talking.

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

"What's going on?" The atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle, and after a pause, someone replied.

"Why do you have all wounds on your faces?" Jian Qian gestured.

Of the six people, four of them had scars on their faces, which were very obvious, 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."

Sage Meyers' words immediately made his companions laugh.

No one made a sound here, and Jack and the tribal policemen all had dark faces, watching them perform, and the atmosphere became a little awkward for a while.

"Haha." Sage Meyers laughed dryly twice, "It's stipulated that we patrol along the territory twice a day, and this involves territorial issues. ”

The faces of several tribal policemen, including the old sheriff, became even more ugly, and the territorial issue was an eternal pain in the hearts of the aborigines of all Indian reservations.

As mentioned earlier, nominally, the First Nations enjoy a high degree of self-control on the reservation, and can even make their own laws and enjoy various rights.

In reality, however, even the remote, barren lands on which the reservations are located are forcibly allocated by the United States at any time, or may be occupied by the Federation in various ways.

For example, they are currently in the drilling camp, where the consortium has discovered oil, and they can forcibly lease the land at a low price through the BIA.

So the place became a state within a state, where security guards hired by the consortium maintained the security, and the tribal police had no authority to enforce the law.

This is one of the reasons why the indigenous people do not have the slightest affection for the BIA, which is supposed to protect their interests and serve them.

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

"Yes, yes, we all live in it." Sage Meyers still has a smile on his face.

"Can we go in and have a look?" Jack's words made several tribal police officers look sideways, this hard tone, which Jane said before, was very polite to ask for consent?

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

Surprisingly, Sage Meyers seemed to be very calm, even enthusiastic, beckoning the tribal police to move forward.

The location where everyone parked was about four or five hundred meters away from the prefabricated house in the distance, this distance was very awkward, the old sheriff looked back at the several snowmobiles they were driving, hesitated, and took the lead in walking forward.

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

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

Seji Meyers was slightly stunned, as if he didn't understand why this unknown young man was so respectful, and then looked at his unusually young handsome face, which seemed to regard him as a stunned young man, and echoed very casually.

"Yes, but aren't there still those cameras, otherwise I really can't manage it, I've mentioned it many times with the person in charge, and I should recruit a few more people, but the Texas company, you know."

"By the way, are you looking for the girl who froze to death in the snow?"

Jane, who was following Jack, nodded, "Yes, we found out that she may have been hijacked on a nearby road, and there are witnesses who saw the suspected hijacker's vehicle." ”

"Wow, then his eyes must be good, there are no street lights on the highway here, how can he see clearly?"

Hearing this guy's intentional or unintentional cliché, Jack and Jane tacitly glanced at each other, this is a trick they prepared in advance, but they didn't expect the other party to take the bait so easily.

Whether it's a police report or a local radio station that broadcasts the news, there's never been any mention of when Natalie went missing, and this guy doesn't confess to himself.

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

"What?" Sage Meyers, who was at the front, also stood still and looked back at the crowd.

"Why are you standing on either side of me?" Deputy Sheriff Brandt's expression suddenly became nervous, and he took a few steps back, and directly pulled out his pistol.

"What are you talking about?" The security guard next to him looked like he didn't know why.

"What else do you ask me to say? You have surrounded us from three sides! Brandt's Glock 17 pointed at a security guard facing him.

Immediately afterwards, everyone present took out their pistols, except for Jack, who didn't bring Glock at all today, and the FK7.5 was equipped with a butt and a red dot scope, which was inserted into his back at this time, and it was perfectly hidden.

"What do you want to do?"

"Put down the gun!"

"Put down the damn gun!"

The shouting at the scene suddenly became a mess.

(End of chapter)