Chapter 728 A simple raid
"Open the door, speed!" The seemingly solid iron door did not hold up for 2 seconds under the hydraulic clamps before it was easily opened. The three Jacks followed a group of SWAT from the warehouse. People filed in through the side door, with three six-man teams behind them.
"Enter the target building and follow up."
"Team B clears the left side, and team A continues to move forward."
I felt Hannah pat her shoulder behind me , Jack also patted the shoulder of a SWAT team member in front of him, indicating that his teammates were in position and could continue to move forward.
Aubrey and another group of SWAT team members followed the pre-planned walk along the corridor to the corridor leading to the second floor.
This warehouse area is too big. Even if one or two hundred police officers are mobilized, they may not be able to form a tight encirclement, so the ordinary NYPD police officers who came to support were simply placed on the outside.
Because it involved the murder of his own police officer, Chief Frank Regan mobilized the NYPD's own special police - ESU to cooperate. After the FBI's successful raid, they will search several surrounding warehouses.
They are mainly responsible for the two auxiliary warehouse areas in the east and west directions. The reason for this arrangement is really helpless. After all, although FBI-SWAT and ESU communicate frequently, they are not the same force after all, so they can only use such a simple The zoning is responsible for preventing friendly damage.
Sometimes having more people is not necessarily a good thing. To give a simple analogy, the commander of a US military task force of about a hundred people starts with a rank of at least major, and below him there are a bunch of lieutenants and sergeants. Only in this way can the basic organization of this team be guaranteed.
Even in the most ordinary army structure, the commander of a company-level unit of one to two hundred people must be a captain plus a lieutenant, deputy company commander, several platoon commanders and second lieutenants, and a bunch of veteran sergeants.
Putting together two different SWAT units that are not under each other's control, you can easily command them with ease. This kind of thing can only happen in games.
Jack followed SWAT all the way along the wall. When going around a pile of shelves, the team automatically split into two lines. When entering the last corridor, it automatically merged into one line. Unconsciously, he reached the front of the line.
He has cooperated with SWAT many times, and they have a certain tacit understanding with each other. In other words, capable people will be respected wherever they go, especially in front-line combat units that have to face danger at all times. .
Be able to beat the most recognized among them in the boxing ring, beat the one with the best marksmanship on the shooting range, and smile until the end every time I participate in a CQB drill. .
When such a person rushes to the front, no one will think that he wants to take credit, but he will feel safe.
Looking at the faint lights in the room separated by plastic sheets in front of him, Jack stopped and pulled up the night vision goggles, making a stop gesture.
The people behind him followed suit. They all pulled up their night vision goggles, held their breath slightly, and tried to keep their eyes wide open to adapt to the changes in light as quickly as possible.
Feeling someone tap on his shoulder again, Jack leaned out half of his body and carefully used the muzzle of the HK416 to lift the plastic curtain hanging at the door.
There is a metal desk in the room. Two people are sitting facing each other, looking down at something and looking through something. It looks like they are checking accounts. The person facing him is the guy who shot the motorcycle in the previous video. Latino driver of the trooper.
The person facing Jack's back was a short, stocky, middle-aged man with thinning hair, but he still managed to comb his hair back. Both of them were wearing expensive handmade Italian suits, just like those common wealthy people on the streets of New York. capitalist.
The difference is that wealthy capitalists will not keep a Beretta 92 pistol at hand when reviewing their accounts. It seems that they have found the right person.
"FBI! Don't move!"
Jack yelled and rushed into the room first. The Latino driver who was facing him reacted quickly. When he heard the sound of the plastic door curtain, he had already touched it. Handgun.
"Puff!" However, he was facing the FBI's current top combat power. Jack's reaction was faster than his, and he did not hesitate to pull the trigger of the HK416 gun equipped with a silencer. The sound was not loud, but several bloody holes were opened in his chest in an instant.
Although he didn't know whether this guy was Anthony Vargas' driver and bodyguard, or his most trusted subordinate or deputy, Jack would not hesitate at all. A dead drug lord is a good drug lord. He doesn't care whether the higher-ups want to capture him alive. Anyway, no one can forcefully give an order to survive such a raid.
So he looked at Anthony Vargas, who had his back turned to him, and subconsciously reached for the pistol on the table without saying a word. If there were still SWAT agents at this time, Wearing a night vision device, you can see that an infrared laser spot invisible to the naked eye is always shining steadily on the shiny big back.
"Federal agent! Put your hands up!" Jack didn't warn others, so others would help him. The SWAT team members behind him shouted loudly and filed in, standing apart along the sides of the wall. Hannah bent down and stood next to Jack holding HK416, also without saying a word.
The muffled sound of the deputy's body falling to the ground made Vargas, who had always turned his back to everyone, tremble slightly. As if sensing some kind of murderous intention, his hand suddenly stopped reaching for the pistol. Come down, then slowly take it back.
"Don't shoot, I have my hands up." He raised his hands and turned around slowly. When he saw the muzzles of two FBI agents pointed at his forehead, his face twitched unconsciously.
Vargas has not experienced this feeling for many years, whether it is being pointed at a gun or being stared at like a dead person.
In fact, Jack has no chance at this moment. Although he does not really want to catch anyone alive, and as an FBI agent, he does not need to carry any law enforcement recorders when operating. In addition to night vision devices, it is also equipped with a personal image transmission camera.
In the command vehicle outside and in the operations center of the Federal Building, there were countless pairs of eyes watching the scene in front of them.
But Jack has no personal grudges with this guy. Although Jubal said before that an FBI agent had died at the hands of Vargas, that was 7 years ago and had nothing to do with him. There is no need to kill him on the spot to avenge others.
In fact, everyone, including Jubal and Dana Moger, prefers to catch Vargas alive, and then convict Vargas through the judicial process, and even have him personally confess to the crime of killing FBI agents, and then make an announcement through the media. The world.
After all, seven years have passed. The crime will not be alleviated by the passage of time, but the public perception will be reduced.
After a few years, news suddenly came out that the FBI killed the suspect who murdered one of its own agents. This is just like a cool novel. The cool points appear without any foreshadowing. Readers will not understand. People buy into it, and so do the people.
"Turn around, keep your head up, and raise your hands high." Hannah put the assault rifle behind her back, took out the handcuffs and ordered like a common suspect.
Jack also took half a step forward, and the HK416's silencer almost poked Wags' ear. "Don't do anything dangerous, although I just wanted to see you use that Beretta." 92 in hand.”
Vargas snorted coldly. Although Hannah cuffed the handcuffs so tightly that he couldn't help but cry out in pain, he still tried to maintain his boss look. According to the information, this guy is of Italian descent, and indeed Italian guys are quite capable. Pretend.
"Kill one person, the main target is under control, the whereabouts of the other two are unknown, Aubrey, pay attention, they may be on your side." Jack reminded in the communication channel.
"Copy that, we'll continue the search." Aubrey replied from upstairs.
"Jack, confirm that the person you arrested is Vargas." Although Jubal was watching everything in the combat center, the light in the room was still dim, and the real-time picture of the individual soldier's video transmission camera was also too high. So he still uneasy and confirmed again according to the procedure.
"Confirm." Before Jack could finish his words, he heard an uncontrollable low cheer coming from the communication channel.
Jubal's voice became obviously much more relaxed, "Bring this son of a bitch back immediately!"
Jack was a little surprised, "Send it back to headquarters?"
"Yes. Bring this bastard to 26 Federal Plaza, and I will interrogate him personally." Dana Moger's order came from the channel.
(End of this chapter)