The FBI has a total of 56 offices or sub-bureaus across the federal government, and almost all of them have their own SWAT teams.

The SWAT, which was paired with Jack and Rossi, was from Denver and was familiar with this kind of search and arrest operation, and they even brought a light helicopter with them.

After researching the Mashak brothers' information, Jack decided to try to scare the snake first, rather than kicking the door directly.

This militia team, which has not even been set up by the grass platform, is far from the organized militia in Montana, but considering that the other side may have anti-aircraft missiles, it is likely to have other types of explosives.

In case when everyone rushes up, the other party comes to break the net, or detonate an RPG, or detonate explosives or something, it will definitely cause unnecessary casualties.

So after seeing the terrain of the Mashak brothers' farm, Jack asked the local police department to send seven or eight police cars, blaring sirens and turning on police lights to visit the door.

He and Rossi hid behind the farm with the SWAT team, on the path leading to the forest.

Sure enough, when the police car was less than a mile away from the farm, the people on the farm were alarmed, and after a burst of chickens and dogs, two Nissan pickup trucks were activated, turned off their lights, and secretly drove onto the path behind the farm.

And all this was watched by the SWAT team members wearing night vision devices, and at the moment when the front wheel of the pickup truck that opened the road ran over the tire breaker, an explosion-proof SWAT car roared out of the woods.

The modified and reinforced bumper slammed into the rear of the second pickup, knocking the rear wheels straight away, followed by the sound of sirens and flashing lights.

A police lightly armored car stopped in front of the first pickup truck with a flat tire, and the condescending searchlight of the vehicle could directly illuminate the blind dog's eyes.

The heavily armed SWAT rushed forward, this time with the mission of arresting, and they did not take their own safety as the first priority like ordinary police officers, and emptied their magazines when people resisted.

"Don't move!"

"Hands up!"

"Raise your hand to where I can see!"

"FBI, hands up, get out of the car!"

Rosie stood majestically in front of the car with a shotgun, his face full of murder, changing his usual image of a gentle scholar.

"Open the car door, don't force me to shoot!"

Jack took the lead, the muzzle of the Noveske N4 in his hand pointed at David Marshak's head in the driver's seat through the window.

Compared to his brother's panic and howling in the passenger seat, David Marshak was much calmer, still shouting loudly when he was pressed to the car by Jack after getting out of the car.

"I know my rights, I want a lawyer!"

"Sorry, terrorists have no human rights!" After Jack finished handcuffing him, the SWAT team member next to him took out a black hood and put it on him, and then stuffed it into the Sabo class that arrived later.

The car drove back to the farm, and the local police and F.B.I. had begun searching homes and livestock sheds inside and out.

The SWAT team inspected a barn at the other end of the farm, and after confirming that there was no problem, they escorted David Mashak in, then turned and closed the door, leaving only Jack and Rossi.

"Whoa!"

David Mashak, who had his black hood pulled off, squeezed his eyes hard, and only then did he adjust to the sudden change in light, and found himself in his own barn instead of being escorted to the police station, and finally showed a little panic.

"David Mashak, you're in big trouble, be honest, maybe I can help you get a better cell at Guantanamo."

Jack sat down on a crudely made wooden chair with an equally ugly rough wooden table beside it.

A flashlight was placed in front of David Mashak, and the pillar of light shone straight on his face, making it difficult for him to open his eyes, while Jack sat down across from him like a villain, hiding most of his face in the dark.

David Mashak was not tall, but he was stocky, with a delicate mustache and oily hair, which exuded a greasy air from the inside out.

"I have nothing to say, you are violating human rights!"

He stiffened his neck and looked like he didn't eat oil and salt.

Jack was a little unsure, he was putting on a standard FBI lynching posture, but this guy still needs to see a lawyer, doesn't he understand what Guantanamo means?

He looked back at Rossi behind him in confusion, who was obviously just as confused as he was, and was a little unsure whether this David Mashak was playing stupid or really not afraid.

"Let's do it." Rosie reluctantly stepped aside, carried a bucket of water, and then took out a towel from his pocket.

"Why don't you try my way first."

Seeing David Mashak looking at the towel in Rossi's hand with a confused expression, obviously not realizing what he was about to face, Jack felt bad in his heart, is it possible that this guy is really stupid, not pretending.

"Tell me, did you do it?"

Jack gently took David Mashak's left hand under his inexplicable gaze and continued to ask.

"I want to see a lawyer!"

Before David Mashak could finish speaking, he saw Jack's wrist shake, and his left hand hung down weakly, as if he didn't use much force.

"Ahh

The pain came, and in the next second, David Mashak, who had a dislocated wrist, screamed miserably.

"Farke, what did you bastard do? You've broken my hand, Fack, and I'm going to sue you! ”

Jack didn't speak, he reached out and pulled it, and after a crisp click, David Mashak's wrist returned to its original state.

He was speechless in surprise for a while, "How did you do this?"

Jack was a little speechless, the guy was still quite curious, and then he moved up with both hands, grabbed his elbow with one hand, grabbed his upper arm with the other, and pulled and tugged, parting his elbow joint.

"Whew!"

The sharp pain of the dislocated wrist had not completely disappeared, and the pain in the elbow joint was more intense, and David Mashak howled in his throat.

He was wearing short sleeves, and he could clearly see his bones bulging into a terrible shape under the skin, and he couldn't help but tremble as he spoke.

"Farke, what have you done to me, help, help!"

"Shut up!"

Jack's hand pulled and lifted, and there was another click, the bulging elbow joint recovered as before, the sharp pain disappeared, and David Mashak suddenly stopped struggling, but his eyes were already full of horror.

"The human skeleton is made up of 206 bones, including 29 for the skull, 51 for the trunk, and 126 for the limbs, and these bones are controlled by 650 muscles and more than a hundred joints.

Among these joints, there are 78 that are clearly named, and there are probably less than 60 that I can help you move, and I can help you recover most of them, rest assured, there are no sequelae, and no doctor can detect the injury. ”

Jack's smile became eerie in the light.

(End of chapter)