Chapter 303 Confrontation
The five snowmobiles were moving forward rapidly, shaking mud and water. Soon, several tall derricks came into view. Around the derricks, several white prefabricated houses were scattered randomly.
The nearest one is a container-sized single board room, which seems to function like a duty room. Not far away there are several board rooms spliced together into a long shape, which should be the security office. Living in the dormitory.
As the five snowmobiles gradually approached, a man who had been waiting there for a long time, wearing a black uniform, jumped onto the four-wheeled tracked vehicle parked at the door and came towards everyone.
"Hey, good morning, guys." The visitor looked very enthusiastic.
"Good morning, what do you call me?" Everyone stopped the car, and the old police chief at the front shook hands with him.
"Sarge Meyers, is there anything I can do for you?" The man smiled and looked very talkative.
"That's it. I heard that you have installed a lot of cameras nearby. I hope to retrieve some surveillance from three days ago. You know, a girl had an accident nearby."
As Jane said, she took out her FBI ID and showed it.
“No problem, our surveillance videos will be kept for at least half a year.”
The man's answer was so refreshing that no one expected it. Even Jack was a little confused. Did they guess wrong before?
At this time, two more tracked vehicles came from the row of prefabricated houses and stopped in front of everyone. Five uniformed security guards jumped out of the vehicles.
Jack's eyelids jumped. 6 to 6, his numerical advantage was instantly evened out, and at least two of the five people who had just arrived were carrying shotguns.
He subconsciously took out his mobile phone from the inner pocket of his down jacket and took a look. Sure enough, there was no signal at all. If he guessed correctly, the tribal police's radio communication distance should not be able to reach dozens of miles away. The front desk bar.
In my impression, it seems that every time I am in such a situation of losing contact with the outside world, something bad will happen.
"Hey, is everything okay?" one of the few people who arrived later asked.
"Yes, yes, it's nothing. They came here with the FBI and wanted to get some surveillance." The guy named Serge Meyers looked like the leader among them. When he heard At his explanation, the others responded and stopped talking.
"What's going on with you guys?" Jane also noticed something was wrong, frowning and looking at the few people who had just stood there.
"What's going on?" The atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle, and there was a moment of silence before someone replied.
"Why do you all have injuries on your faces?" Jian nodded.
Among the six people, four of them had very obvious scars on their faces, 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.”
Sergey Meyers said something that immediately made his companions burst into laughter.
No one said anything here. Jack and the tribal policemen all had sullen faces, watching their performance, and the atmosphere became a little awkward for a while.
“Haha.” Sergey Meyers laughed dryly again. “It is stipulated that we patrol along the boundary twice a day, which involves territorial issues.”
The faces of several tribal policemen, including the old police chief, became even more ugly. The territorial issue was an eternal pain in the hearts of all the indigenous people in the Indian reservations.
As mentioned before, nominally, the indigenous people enjoy a high degree of self-control in the reservation, and can even make their own laws and enjoy various rights.
However, in fact, even these remote and barren lands located in various reservations that are forcibly distributed as charity are likely to be taken back by the federal government at any time, or occupied through various methods. .
For example, in the drilling camp where they are now, if the consortium discovers oil here, they can forcefully rent the land at a low price through the BIA.
So this place has become a country within a country. The security guards hired by the consortium maintain the security here. The tribal police have no right to enforce the law here.
This is one of the reasons why the indigenous people have no favorable impression of the BIA, which is supposed to protect their interests and serve them. "Where do you all live?" Jack suddenly said, pointing to the long row of connected prefabricated houses in the distance.
“Yes, yes, we all live in it.” Serge Meyers still looked smiling.
"Can we go in and take a look?" Jack's words made several tribal policemen look at him with suspicion. This tough tone was what Jane said before, politely asking for permission?
“Ah, of course, come on, it’s so cold outside, why don’t we all go in and have a drink together?”
Surprisingly, Serge Meyers seemed to have a very calm and even enthusiastic attitude, and he greeted the tribal policemen and walked forward.
The place where everyone parked was about four to five hundred meters away from the mobile house in the distance. This distance was very awkward. The old police chief looked back at the several snowmobiles they drove up and hesitated. He took the lead and walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
Jack followed closely behind the old sheriff, his expression seemed to have improved a lot because of the other party's cooperation, and he asked as he walked.
“There are only 6 of you, and you have to take care of such a big place. It’s very hard.”
Sergey Meyers was slightly stunned, as if he didn’t understand why this unknown young man He was arrogant at first and respectful at the same time, but then he glanced at his unusually young and handsome face, seeming to regard him as a stupid young man, and agreed casually.
"Yes, but don't we still have those cameras, otherwise we really can't control them. I have mentioned it to the person in charge many times that we should recruit a few more people, but Texas Company, you know."
"By the way, are you checking the girl who froze to death in the snow?"
Jian, who followed Jack, nodded, "Yes, we found out that she might have been killed on the nearby road. Someone hijacked it. Some witnesses saw the suspected hijacker's vehicle. "
"Wow, he must have good eyesight. There are no street lights on the road here. How did he see clearly?"
Hearing this guy's cliché, intentionally or unintentionally, Jack and Jane looked at each other in tacit understanding. This was their prepared words in advance. They didn't expect that the other party would take the bait so easily.
Neither the police report nor the local radio station that broadcast news mentioned when Natalie disappeared. This guy didn't bring it upon himself.
"What do you guys want?" Deputy Sheriff Brandt, who was walking at the end, suddenly stopped and looked behind him.
“What?” Serge Meyers, who was walking at the front, also stopped and looked back at everyone.
"Why are you standing on both sides of me?" Deputy Sheriff Brandt suddenly became nervous, took a few steps back, and directly drew his pistol.
"What are you talking about?" The security guard next to him looked confused.
"What are you asking me about? You surrounded us from three sides!" The Glock 17 in Brandt's hand pointed at a security guard facing him.
Immediately everyone present took out their pistols, except for Jack, who did not bring a Glock at all today. The FK7.5 was equipped with a butt and a red dot sight, and was inserted into the On his lower back, 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 noisy mess.
(End of this chapter)