"Open the door, speed!" The seemingly sturdy iron door didn't last more than 2 seconds under the hydraulic tongs before it opened easily, and the three of Jack followed a group of SWATs through the side door of the warehouse, followed by three teams of six.

"Enter the target building, keep up."

"Team B clears the left side and Team A moves on."

Feeling Hannah tapped himself on the shoulder behind him, Jack also patted the shoulder of a SWAT player in front of him, signaling for his teammates to be in position and move on.

Aubrey and another team of SWAT members followed the pre-planned plan and walked down the hallway to the second floor.

This warehouse area is too big, even if one or two hundred police forces are mobilized, it may not be able to form a tight encirclement, so the NYPD ordinary police officers who came to support were simply arranged on the perimeter.

Because of the murder of his own police officer, Director Frank Reagan mobilized the NYPD's own SWAT-ESU to cooperate, and they will search several warehouses in the vicinity after the successful FBI raid.

They are mainly responsible for the two auxiliary warehouse areas in the east-west direction, and the reason for this arrangement is really helpless, after all, although the FBI-SWAT and ESU communicate frequently, they are not the same unit after all, and can only use such a simple division to prevent friendship.

Sometimes a large number of people is not necessarily a good thing, for a simple analogy, a task force commander of more than 100 people in the United States starts with the rank of major at least, and a bunch of lieutenants and sergeant majors are needed below him to ensure the basic organization of the team.

Even in the most ordinary army formation, the commander of a company-level unit of one or two hundred men must be a captain, plus a lieutenant, deputy company commander, several platoon commanders, second lieutenants, and a bunch of veteran sergeants.

If you casually pinch two SWAT combat units that are not subordinate to each other, you can easily command such things as an arm and a finger, which can probably only appear in the game.

Jack followed SWAT all the way to the wall, and when he went around a pile of shelves, the line automatically split into two columns, and when he entered the last hallway, he automatically merged into one column, and before he knew it, he was at the front of the line.

He has worked with SWAT many times, and he has a certain tacit understanding with each other, or that capable people will be respected wherever they go, especially in this kind of front-line combat unit that has to face danger at all times.

He can beat the person who is recognized as the best fighter in the ring and compare the person with the best marksmanship on the shooting range, and he can laugh to the end every time he participates in CQB drills.

Such a person rushes to the front, and no one will feel that he wants to take credit, but will be full of security.

Looking at the faint light in the room separated by plastic sheeting in front of him, Jack stopped and pulled up his night vision goggles and made a stop gesture.

The people behind him all pulled up their night vision devices, held their breath slightly, and tried to widen their eyes to adapt to the change of light as soon as possible.

Feeling a tap on his shoulder again, Jack leaned out and carefully picked up the plastic curtain hanging from the door with the muzzle of a HK416.

There was a metal desk in the room, and the two of them were sitting facing each other, looking down at something, looking like checking accounts, and facing him was the Latina driver who shot the motorcycle mounted police officer in the previous video.

Facing Jack was a short, stocky middle-aged man with a somewhat thinning hair, but barely combed his back, both dressed in expensive handmade Italian suits, like the usual wealthy capitalists on the streets of New York.

The difference is that the rich capitalists don't keep a Beretta 92 pistol at hand when they review the accounts, and it seems that they have found the right person.

“FBI！ Don't move! ”

Jack burst into the room with a loud shout, his Latino driver reacting quickly, and he had already touched the pistol in his hand as he heard the sound of the plastic door curtain.

"Puff puff!" However, he was facing the current top combat power of the FBI, Jack's reaction was faster than him, and he did not hesitate to pull the trigger again and again, and the HK416 gunfire with a silencer was not loud, and several blood holes were opened in his chest in an instant.

Although he didn't know whether this guy was Anthony Vargas's driver and bodyguard, or his most trusted subordinate or deputy, Jack didn't hesitate at all.

A dead drug lord is a good drug lord, he doesn't care if he wants to catch him alive or not, anyway, this kind of raid can't be forcibly ordered by someone to live.

So he looked at Anthony Vargas, who was facing away from him, and subconsciously touched his hand to the pistol on the table but never said a word, if there were still SWAT agents with night vision devices at this time, they could find that an infrared laser spot that was invisible to the naked eye was always steadily shining on the big shiny back.

"Federal agents! Hands up! If Jack didn't warn, someone else would help him warn, and the SWAT players behind him shouted loudly and rushed in, standing separately along both sides of the wall, Hannah bent over and stood beside Jack with HK416, also without saying a word.

The muffled sound of the deputy's corpse falling to the ground made Vargas, who had always turned his back to everyone, tremble slightly, as if sensing some kind of killing intent, and his hand that touched the pistol stopped abruptly, and then slowly retracted.

"Don't shoot, I'm up." He raised his hands and slowly turned around, and saw that the two FBIs were shooting at the muzzles of his foreheads, and his face twitched unconsciously.

Vargas hadn't experienced this feeling in years, whether he was being pointed at a gun or stared at with the same gaze as if he were dead.

In fact, Jack has no chance at this moment, although he doesn't really want to catch it alive, and he doesn't need to carry any law enforcement cameras when he acts as an FBI agent, but the SWAT team members who followed up were equipped with individual image transmission cameras in addition to night vision devices on their helmets.

In the command vehicle outside, in the operations center of the Federation Building, I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at the scene in front of me.

However, Jack has no personal grudge against this thing, although Jubal said that there was an FBI agent who died at the hands of Vargas, but that was 7 years ago, and it has nothing to do with him, so there is no need to kill him on the spot to avenge others.

In fact, everyone, including Jubal and Dana Moje, would prefer to arrest him alive, and then convict Vargas through the judicial process, and even make him confess to the crime of killing FBI agents, and then announce it to the world through the media.

After all, seven years have passed, and the crime will not be lessened by the passage of time, but the public perception will be reduced.

After a few years, a news suddenly appeared that the FBI had killed the suspect who murdered his own detective back then, which is the same as Shuangwen, there is a cool point without any foreshadowing, readers will not buy it, and so will the public.

"Turn around, keep your head up, and raise your hands high." Hannah turned her back from her assault rifle and pulled out the handcuffs as if she were a regular suspect.

Jack also took a half-step forward, and the silencer of HK416 almost poked at the root of Vargas's ear, "Don't do anything dangerous, although I would have liked to see you holding that Beretta 92 in your hand." ”

Vargas snorted coldly, although Hannah cuffed the handcuffs so tightly that he couldn't help but exhale in pain, he still tried to maintain the style of the big guy, the information said that this guy was Italian, and sure enough, the Italians were quite capable of pretending.

"Kill one, the main target is controlled, the other two are missing, Aubrey beware, it may be on your side." Jack reminds in the communication channel.

"Roger, let's continue our search." Upstairs O'Brie replied.

"Jack, make sure you're arresting Vargas." Although Jubal watched everything in the operation center the whole time, the room was still dimly lit, and the real-time picture of the individual image transmission camera was also relatively stretched, so he was still uneasy and reconfirmed according to the process.

"Confirm." Before Jack could finish speaking, he heard an irrepressible whisper of cheers coming from the communication channel.

Jubal's voice also became significantly more relaxed, "Get this Gou Niang back immediately!" ”

Jack was a little surprised, "Send back to headquarters?" ”

"Yes, bring this bastard to 26 Federation Square, and I'm going to interrogate him myself." Dana Moge's orders came from the channel.

(End of chapter)