Black-Haired Internal Revenue Service SWAT Agent - Chapter 233



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Prison Riot

We continued driving our Bearcat and stopped near Team Leader Dawson’s Bearcat.

Silver Team members were returning fire on the escapees, who were firing rifle rounds from the gun turrets and muzzles of their vehicles.

“Kim! Twelve o’clock! Twelve o’clock!”

As I was looking around the Silver Team Bearcat, six skinheads appeared in front of us.

The guys that Team Leader Decker warned about were long past the level of guys who throw rocks with their bare hands.

They each aimed their M14 rifles, M4 rifles, and shotguns at our Bearcats and approached us, firing bullets like crazy.

“Throw those damn bastards over, crush them all!”

An excited Strauss shouted from behind, and I really thought about it and stepped on the accelerator.

However, as the Bearcat lunges out at the guys about 30 meters ahead with a loud noise, the punks run away in all directions.

Team Leader Decker picks up the hand microphone just in time and transmits a warning through the external speaker!

“We are federal agents! Detainees, drop your weapons and surrender or we will shoot you immediately! Detainees, drop your weapons and surrender or we will shoot you immediately! Surrender, all of you!”

In fact, as I listened to those words, I was worried about how we could possibly subdue the escapees between this area and the main prison building 60 to 70 meters ahead.

We don’t even have a clear grasp of how many of them have advanced to the front yard of this prison and how armed they are.

For that reason, we can’t just shoot them to death.

However, before I could find an answer to my worries, something unfortunate happened.

Tata tata tata tata tata~! Tata tata tata tata tata tata!

Suddenly, machine gun fire rang out from our gun turret, and red tracer bullets flew across the access road.

Tata tata tata tata tata~!

Once again the M60 machine gun opened fire, and immediately the escapees in front of us threw away their guns and raised both hands.

The machine gun fire instantly overwhelmed the single gunshots that were constantly being heard all around, and the sight of tracer bullets flying in all directions looked quite threatening even to us.

I don’t know why the Satanic Spawn’s machine gun that we captured while rescuing the kids in Brookfield was still in our vehicle.

But anyway, one timing to show off your firepower is awesome.

“Damn it, Joe! Shouldn’t that M60 have been handed over to the ATF?”

As I press the headset key and shout to Preston, who is standing by the gun turret, he responds belatedly.

“Damn it! We can talk about that later, Kim?”

Then Team Leader Decker appeared on the wireless network.

“Joe, at 2 o’clock, give me a few shots at the guard tower beyond Prison Cell Charlie!”

As soon as those words were out of his mouth, machine gun fire was heard again and tracer rounds flew towards the watchtower at the two o’clock position, over 200 meters away.

Immediately afterwards, the searchlight on the watchtower that had been illuminating the area went out, either by the escapees or by the 7.62mm machine gun bullets that had blown it up.

Tata tata tata tata tata! Tata tata tata tata!

As Preston fired his machine gun towards the parking lot at 4 o’clock this time, three skinhead thugs hiding in the parked cars appeared with their hands in the air.

From then on, the situation was more or less settled, and bullets did not fly towards our armored vehicle and explode.

“This is Citadel One (Team Leader Dawson)! We’ve subdued and captured all eight escapees who stole three vehicles! We’ll also capture those who surrender nearby. Can the Gold Team clean up the main building on their own?”

The Silver Team members who disembarked from the Bearcat are seen filling the surrendered men with flex cuffs in the side mirrors and rear camera screens.

And then, toward the main building, six or seven guards with flashlights and guns were running towards us.

I answered Team Leader Dawson late.

“Razor that, Citadel One! Be careful!”

“Damn, if I wanted to be careful I would have worked as a petition police officer at the Salvation Army or Macy’s, dammit!”

However, we were not yet in a position to joke around like we are now.

Sirens could still be heard inside the cells, and flames and smoke were rising from several points around the cells and guard towers.

As Team Leader Decker and I looked around, we heard Decker’s smartphone ringing again.

As soon as he picks up the phone, he hears the voice of Correction Officer Pearson.

“IRS SWAT! Grab the bulldozer between Cell Block Alpha and the chain-link fence! Don’t let the bulldozer destroy the fence!”

Man, this guy is treating me worse than Mr. Fisher or Mr. Coulson!

Those words really annoyed me, and I shouted without realizing it.

“How the hell is a fucking bulldozer in here?”

As we spoke, I remembered the construction of the ‘Delta Prison Building’ extension that Pearson had explained to me in the afternoon.

I really hope there isn’t any dynamite or anything like that lying around at that construction site.

“Over there! 10 o’clock, about 150 meters!”

As we watched where Team Leader Decker was pointing, we saw a truly gigantic bulldozer hurtling towards the chain link fence.

A large pickup truck follows behind a bulldozer as it rushes to tear down a chain-link fence.

The back of the truck, in the loading area, is full of runaway kids, looking like a bunch of country bumpkins going on a picnic.

Even if those chicken-headed chicks can get through chain-link fences, do you really think they can get through a reinforced concrete wall with that damn thing?

“Wizard Zero! We’re moving to stop the bulldozer from rushing toward the fence near Prison Block Alpha! Gold Team, Silver Team, please remain vigilant!”

After announcing the information on the wireless network, I stepped on the accelerator.

Our Bearcat burst out onto the driveway leading to the main building, and a bunch of country bumpkins came running out from around the driveway, raising both hands and surrendering to us.

Some guys scared the crap out of me when they ran into the middle of the driveway and almost got hit by a bearcat.

I ran to avoid them, then soon changed course to an open area outside the driveway.

After that, we were running along the dirt road when suddenly a fireball rose from the ground to our right.

No, not one.

Two! Three!

There are three fireballs in total.

“Shh!”

As Team Leader Decker’s single words echoed inside the car, an explosion sounded from the right side of the Bearcat’s body, “Boom!”

Then yellow flames appeared from the passenger side window, and Team Leader Decker shouted urgently into the radio.

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“Fuck, it’s a Molotov cocktail! Stop and stand by, we’ll douse the flames, all call signs!”

The entire right side of our Bearcat was on fire and we were running.

As I was trying to slow down to see what would happen to the car if it continued like this, Decker waved one hand and shouted.

“Don’t stop and keep running! That way the fire won’t spread!”

At those words, I stepped deeply on the accelerator pedal again.

Fortunately, no toxic gases entered the vehicle, and after running for several dozen meters, the flames gradually died down and were soon extinguished.

But the awkward situation didn’t end there.

Through the driver’s side mirror, I saw silhouettes of people running towards the right side of the Bearcat.

Strauss also noticed two people hanging from the right side of the car and immediately sent a warning over the radio.

“Two Tangos are attached to the right of the Bearcat!”

Since these punks can’t hitchhike now, are they just trying to sneak a ride in our armored car?

But the next moment, you see someone grabbing a handle on the outside of the car body, standing on the outside step, pulling something out and thrusting it towards the gun port.

At that sight, I shouted to the men behind me.

“One of the guys put something in the muzzle of the gun, check it out, Jay (Strauss)!”

As my warning was transmitted, Strauss shouted out, not over the radio, but by voice.

“Damn, the kid outside is pouring gasoline through the gun barrel!”

I’m going crazy!

In a situation where Preston on the gun turret side, Strauss and Kane at the back cannot respond, the guy hanging outside pours gasoline into the car.

It’s obvious what will happen next.

I don’t have time to step on the brake pedal to stop the Bearcat or anything.

If that skinhead punk starts the fire first, our car will be totaled.

“Chief! Take the wheel!”

I opened the driver’s door and shouted at Team Leader Decker.

After that, he grabbed the handle on the left side of the driver’s seat with his left hand, pulled out his right hand, the Glock, and extended his upper body out of the driver’s seat.

Then, the silhouette of the fugitive, which did not appear to be a human figure, was captured at a distance of a little over a meter.

Without even worrying about whether Decker was still behind the wheel or not, I fired a shot at the guy hanging from the car.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The left shoulder and back of the man holding the bottle of gasoline were blasted by bullets, and he fell down immediately.

Another one behind him fell right after that, I don’t know if it was hit by my bullet.

I got right into the driver’s seat and pulled the driver’s door open with all my might.

Then, I took over the wheel again from Team Leader Decker.

Shit, everything happens so quickly, one after another, it’s mind-boggling.

Looking at the situation just now, it seemed that all the remaining fires attached to the outer walls of the three watchtowers were caused by those Molotov cocktails.

In the end, it is clear that the chaos taking place in this prison is not a random act of violence by prisoners, but a thoroughly planned riot.

They say it’s a 21st century correctional facility with cutting edge surveillance and management technology, but I guess that’s all just empty talk.

We stopped about 50 meters ahead of the bulldozer as it barreled toward the first chain-link fence, and soon Mr. Decker started broadcasting a warning.

“We are federal agents! Turn off the bulldozers and pickups immediately, get out and submit to federal agents! If you don’t, we will use force…”

At that moment, Team Leader Dawson’s urgent voice was heard over the operational radio network.

“Kim! Another bulldozer is heading towards Bearcat at 5 o’clock, look out! Look out!”

Oh, shit!

Were there two bulldozers?

I anticipated being attacked by bulldozers from both sides, so I immediately stepped on the accelerator pedal all the way.

So, just as I was driving the Bearcat in the 2 o’clock direction, avoiding the bulldozer ahead, the rear camera showed a second bulldozer rolling in behind me.

Oh, shit!

These are things that can’t be put into words, really.

The fugitives who got out of the pickup are opening fire on us, and now all the bulldozers are turning towards our Bearcat.

Those things come at me with their huge blades raised high, and they’re much bigger than the Sherman tanks I’ve fought before, so it’s scary.

“Wizard Three! Let’s fire warning shots at the bulldozers!”

Preston shouted from the gun turret, and his M60 machine gun began firing again.

Tata tata tata tata! Tata tata tata!

As flares fly toward a pickup truck about 60 meters away, all the country bumpkins run away in panic in all directions.

However, the bulldozers are racing side by side towards our Bearcat, which has just completed a U-turn.

Damn, can a bulldozer go this fast?

After completing a U-turn, two bulldozers rush toward us like tanks, within 20 meters of our slowly moving Bearcat.

I quickly pressed the headset key and shouted to our men.

“I’m going to block the bulldozer’s view, so hold your fire! Hold your fire!”

As I say that and grab the driver’s door handle, Team Leader Decker in the passenger seat hands me an M32 grenade launcher.

I opened the door and placed a six-barrel grenade launcher between the door and the A-pillar (the frame where the windshield meets the driver’s side window).

Then they fired 40mm smoke grenades at the bulldozers.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Six smoke grenades flew in quick succession, some hitting the bulldozer body and bouncing off, while others fell onto the dirt ground.

By the time I closed the door and got into the driver’s seat, smoke had already formed in front of the bulldozers.

From my experience rescuing people from the burning Davidian Church, even a Bearcat shouldn’t go at those bulldozers.

Even those bulldozers are twice as big as the one I used in Naperville to stop Daniel Carlton’s head.

How can we stop them?

No, let alone stopping it, how can we possibly survive this situation?

Damn, it’s getting really warm again today.

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