Black-Haired Internal Revenue Service SWAT Agent - Chapter 243



Only Noblemtl
Read Novel Noblemtl

Mad Max IV

Wheeeeeeeeeeing!

The Bearcat’s V6 turbo engine’s peak sound can be heard even inside the car.

The Gold Team Bearcat, which I was driving, was hurtling towards the prison cell Alpha.

Silver Team’s Bearcat, with Team Leader Dawson at the wheel, is also following at a breakneck speed about 50 meters behind.

The Justice Department and even the state government have made it clear that they are opposed to providing helicopters to Snyder’s group.

A nationwide manhunt for fugitives has proven to be a ridiculous choice for both the federal and state governments.

So, the final decision was that, no matter what, everything had to be resolved here at Big Rock.

So, after reassuring Snyder that the Highway Patrol helicopter that had brought the wounded men back to Big Rock for just another hour, our counterattack began.

At the same location, 56 minutes after the complete failure of the first hostage rescue operation, we launched a second hostage rescue operation with the support of all personnel and equipment within Big Rock.

No one in the world would expect us to invade again in less than an hour.

Checkmate, Brad Snyder, you little white bastard!

“Wizard One (Team Leader Decker) here! We’re now about 10 meters from the outer wall of the field control room of Prison Cell Alpha! We’re going straight into the prison cell!”

By the time Decker finished transmitting the radio status, our Bearcat was right next to the outer wall of the field control room in Prison Cell Alpha.

That’s where the DEA SRT took heavy damage from an explosive detonated by Snyder’s men during a previous rescue operation.

However, at that time, thanks to the bomb attack by those punks, about 2/3 of the outer wall of the field control room collapsed.

And now our BearCats will step onto the collapsed concrete piles, onto the steel platforms that the prison fire department has surreptitiously placed, and enter the prison building.

The entire prison building was about a meter above the ground, but as long as the eight steel platforms connecting the ground and the building entrance held up, we could start the mayhem that we had the initiative for.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeee!”

I found myself screaming when Bearcat was less than five meters away from a large hole in the outer wall of the prison cell.

Every time he does something crazy with the bakette, he screams so loud that none of the old men react.

Kuuung!

As the Bearcat’s front wheels climbed up the steel treads, the front of the car rocked as the floor hit the metal plates.

However, the armored vehicle rolled over the platforms without any problems and soon entered the prison building.

Wow~! See!

From then on, scenes that you would only see in GTA games began to unfold before my eyes.

The desks, chairs, and cabinets inside the control room flew right in front of the Bearcat, then disappeared from the top of the car as if being sucked up by a vacuum cleaner.

Immediately afterwards, a wall now made of iron bars rushed into my sight, then disappeared as if sucked down by the Bearcat.

Hooooooooooo!

Immediately afterwards, Team Leader Decker shouted like crazy.

“Gold Team has entered Prison Block Alpha! We’ve breached the wall of the control room and will now move down the corridor towards the cells where the hostages are being held!”

The Hispanic guys in Prison Cell Charlie had just taken hostages in the control room we escaped from.

However, the crazy white kids of Alpha here locked the hostages in cells at the other end of the corridor, near the large fireproof entrance to the prison wing, to use them as shields.

Because of this, there will be a series of dizzying situations where people will have to run another 100 meters from one end to the other.

Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwak!

However, the Bearcat is not picking up speed and only the engine noise is getting louder.

As we look behind us through our side mirrors, flames are flying out fiercely from under our car, and soon after, Team Leader Dawson’s Bearcat, which has entered the building, calls out over the radio.

“Wizard Zero! The damn cage is being dragged under that Bearcat! Speed ​​up and get it off!”

But before I could hear him and press down hard on the accelerator, guys came out from all over the cells on the first and second floors and started shooting at us.

There was a sound like hail falling all over the car, and small cracks continued to appear as bullets exploded from the front window and the driver and passenger windows.

In addition, the bed mattresses, desks, chairs, etc. that these neo-Nazis had piled up all over the 100-meter-long passageway appeared right in front of the Bearcat’s path.

There are a few more obstacles like this ahead of me.

“Crash! Crash! Crash!”

At my warning, Decker grabbed the interior handle next to the passenger seat, and the next moment our armored vehicle hit the first obstacle.

Kwakwakwak! Boom!

As Bearcat rammed the bed mattresses, they floated away like magic carpets.

They were just the beginning.

Then the toilets and sinks are smashed into pieces, flying everywhere, and the toilet pieces keep hitting the front window like a Chicago winter sleet.

How bizarre would it be to see a special ops tactical armored vehicle speeding through a crowd of toilets?

To make matters worse, gunmen are constantly jumping out of the cells, shooting, then hiding back inside, to the point where you’re practically hammering away at the mole.

I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.

Still, our Bearcats continued to advance and were now halfway through the prison cell corridor.

A little later, as we expected, men carrying hoses from an indoor fire extinguisher appeared near the large pillar in the middle of the prison building.

“At 10 o’clock, five Tangos armed with fire hoses appear!”

As soon as Decker’s warning was transmitted, I jerked the steering wheel to the left.

The Bearcat immediately charged at the guys with the fire hoses, and they started spraying water at us too.

Two huge jets of water hit the front of our vehicle, blocking our view as the front armored window was hit by the water.

I quickly turned on my wipers and turned on my headlights toward them.

In addition to the standard headlights, all four additional searchlights installed for off-road driving or road searching were turned on.

The bastards hesitated in the bright light, and our Bearcat reached them in an instant.

Kwaaang!

The guys holding the hose are hit by the Bearcat and fly away like Superman, while the rest run into the nearby cells.

I quickly came to a sudden stop, but the water sprayed by these bastards caused the car to slide forward.

Because of that, the other three who were running away were unintentionally hit, and they too were lifted forward and flew away.

Even though they were hit by an armored vehicle weighing tens of tons, they immediately got up and staggered around trying to escape.

As we stand still, examining the men and the surrounding cells, we hear Strauss’ voice over the radio, watching us from the Black Hornet.

“Wizard Zero! Hurry up! They’re taking the hostages out of their cells! They could use the hostages as shields to create a standoff!”

“Razor that!”

Team Leader Decker answered for me, and I drove the Bearcat back to the right, back to the center of the prison corridor.

Then, I pressed the accelerator pedal all the way down.

Wheeeeeeeeeeing!

With its turbocharged engine revving, the Bearcat begins to zoom through this narrow passageway as if it were a highway.

Again, our Bearcat blew up the burning mattresses and anything else that got in his way, such as the desk, chair, sink, toilet, etc.

As we passed about 70 meters into the passageway of Prison Cell Alpha, a huge fire exit door appeared ahead.

And the sight of the men making a fuss trying to take the hostages over there was captured.

I quickly pressed the headset key and shouted.

“Wizard Three! Now! Now!”

“Wizard Three, copy!”

Seconds after Preston’s voice was heard, tear gas canisters were dropped through skylights scattered throughout the building’s ceiling.

During the first rescue operation, the lunatics here had poured water from a fire hydrant on the FBI SWAT team trying to infiltrate through the ceiling, which had already shattered the double-glazed windows of the skylights.

Thanks to that, the tear gas grenades fired by Preston and the FBI snipers on board the UH-60 helicopter passed through the skylight space accurately and landed near the hostages.

When all 18 tear gas canisters landed in the area, the gun-wielding bastards all ran away, squealing, before we could even get there.

I drove the Bearcat slowly and looked around, and Team Leader Decker, Deputy Team Leader O’Connor in the rear space, and Grimes also went into alert to see if anyone was rushing in from the surrounding area.

Now, with the guards lying flat on the ground in front of him because of the thick tear gas, he stepped on the brake pedal.

“Wizard Zero! We have arrived at the hostage gathering place! We will begin the introduction operation immediately!”

“Wizard Three (Preston) will enter the ‘holding pattern (waiting state)’!”

“Citadel One (Leader Dawson), copy!”

As we stop the Bearcat and announce it on the radio, a UH-60 Black Hawk helicopter hovering over Prison Cell Alpha and Team Leader Dawson’s Bearcat behind us immediately respond.

All the while listening to their voices, my heart was pounding so hard I could barely take a deep breath.

Then we hear the voice we’ve been waiting for, that of Deputy Director Franklin from the control room.

“Wizard Zero! Launch a rescue operation immediately!”

“Razor that!”

In response to my question, everyone puts on their gas masks, grabs their guns and shields, and runs out of the Bearcat.

“Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!”

As we approached the hostages and surrounded them with bulletproof shields, Team Leader Dawson, Romano, Lambert, and Randall ran over and joined us.

Silver Team members used helmet cams mounted on their fast helmets to film each guard, who was wearing the inmates’ clothing instead of their uniforms.

Then, the deputy director of the control room verified their identities in real time and immediately took them to our Bearcats.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * Baca Novel Korean * *
* * * Noblemtl dot com * * *
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

It took less than two minutes to get the 12 hostages through the process and onto two Bearcats.

But then a problem arose.

As I was carrying a bulletproof shield and a Glock 23 and watching the cells near the fire entrance, someone grabbed my shoulder and shouted.

“Kim! Gomez isn’t here!”

I look over my shoulder at Team Leader Dawson, and he shakes his head from side to side and shouts again.

“The ‘Fucking’ Gomez guy isn’t in this group, and the guards don’t know where he is!”

At those words, Team Leader Decker and I looked at each other with a “What?” expression.

However, there is no time to hesitate.

If we can’t secure Gomez now, we’ll have to look for him during the subsequent raid on Detention Center Alpha following the rescue operation.

I nodded right at Team Leader Dawson and shouted.

“Get out! Get out!”

He gives me a thumbs up, then turns back to the Silver Team members and the hostages.

Whether Gomez was eaten as a snack by neo-Nazis or was blown to the moon by a bomb during the first rescue operation, that’s for another day.

“Let’s go, gang!”

We also ran to our vehicle right after all the Silver Team members boarded the Bearcat.

As soon as I step into the driver’s seat, I see the fire door in front of me.

Beyond that door are dozens of prison riot squad members waiting, and beyond them is the operations area.

Even though there is a fire door about 20 meters away, you still have to go a long, dangerous way back because of the booby traps they have set up around the door with explosives and bed frames.

Pfft! Pfft!

About halfway through the 100-meter section of the prison cell, a hole appeared in the side wall, accompanied by a loud noise.

The sight, which seemed as if several parts of the wall had exploded, was snipers on board the helicopter firing warning shots at the cells on the first and second floors of the prison ward with armor-piercing bullets from their anti-material sniper rifles.

Preston and the FBI snipers didn’t hit with gut punches or unleash a hail of armor-piercing bullets.

They had a large blueprint of the Alpha prison cell and the cell layout spread out beside them, and were firing fairly accurately according to the cell numbers designated by Strauss, who was watching the inside through the Black Hornet.

Over 20 armor-piercing bullets flew into the cells of the neo-Nazis who were shooting, rendering them helpless.

The concentrated fire from the sniper rifles stopped, and immediately afterwards a warning broadcast came from the helicopter.

“Inmates of Ward Alpha, lay down your weapons and surrender immediately! Otherwise, you will be considered a threat to the lives of federal agents and will be shot without warning! I repeat! Inmates of Ward Alpha, lay down your weapons and surrender immediately!……”

As the warning broadcast repeated itself a second time, we were waiting for the right moment to get all the hostages onto the Bearcat and get out of there.

“Gold team, silver team, good to go!”

Moments later, as soon as Strauss’ report is received, Team Leader Dawson’s Bearcat behind us begins to move backwards.

At that moment, the FBI Tactical Aviation Team’s Black Hawk helicopter was seen moving alongside our BearCats, overlooking them from beyond the wall of our right-hand prison building.

The Black Hawk was moving in the same direction as us, so close that only a wall was between us, that the vibrations from the helicopter’s rotors could be transmitted to the inside of the armored vehicle.

I sat upright in the driver’s seat and drove the Bearcat through the left and right side mirrors and the rear camera screen installed in the center of the dashboard.

“Gold Team, Silver Team! They’re coming again! Everyone watch out!”

As soon as Mr. Strauss’s voice was heard over the wireless network, bullets began to fly from all directions.

A man carrying a Molotov cocktail rushed toward the rear of Team Leader Dawson’s Bearcat.

However, as the helicopter snipers’ anti-material sniper rifles explode around him, he throws the Molotov cocktail on the ground and runs away towards the cell.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!

The engine was revving, but the brake pedal was still lightly depressed, so the Bearcat didn’t move quickly into reverse.

Still, Team Leader Dawson and I headed up the passage, ready to drive the Bearcat at high speed at any moment.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

In the rear camera angle of our vehicle, .50 caliber armor-piercing bullets were captured flying through the side wall of the prison cell and exploding across the cells.

The Black Hawk helicopter continued to fly alongside us, just across the cell wall, and the neo-Nazis stopped shooting.

Since these guys aren’t just peanut butter in their heads, they seem to know full well that if they rush at us now, we will be annihilated with live bullets, not tear gas or flash grenades.

“Gold Team and Silver Team are passing through the 50-meter section! Please keep an eye on the cells on each floor!”

I relayed the situation to Strauss and the helicopter snipers via radio, and by this time the inside of the prison was remarkably quiet, unlike when I first came here.

We often saw the large heads of skinheads hiding behind the cells or obstacles, staring at us with wide eyes.

Neither we nor the hostages relaxed our guard, and we watched the outside without making a sound inside this cramped armored vehicle.

A moment later, I happened to glance near the fire extinguisher and saw the pups I had just mauled with the Bearcat.

When the pups sitting around the cell door make eye contact with me, all five of them raise their perky fingers in unison as if in unison.

I also gave those kids the middle finger, and then I heard Team Leader Dawson’s voice over the wireless network.

“HOLY SHIT! Nick ‘Fucking’ Gomez pops out of Cell 13!”

At those words, I quickly checked our left rear view mirror.

Then, standing in the far corner of the cell doorway, a man wearing an orange prison uniform and a first aid arm sling on his right arm appeared.

Let’s turn our gaze to the rear camera screen, and Team Leader Decker is zooming in and looking at it.

“That’s Nick Gomez, Kim.”

At that moment, my mind became complicated.

Just like Dawson’s Bearcat, our Bearcat also has guards on board, and evacuating them safely is the key to the current operation.

If we stop to pick up Gomez and something happens, then this mess will no longer be unmanageable, but will have transcended into a transcendental state.

I pressed the key and shouted at Team Leader Dawson and the snipers in the Black Hawk helicopter.

“Citadel One! ‘Hawk16’! Do not stop and continue moving in the agreed direction! Wizard Zero will judge and deal with any stragglers!”

At my words, they respond immediately.

“Razor that!”

“Hawk One Six, copy!”

Silver Team’s Bearcat continued to move backwards at high speed, as did their Black Hawk helicopter.

But our Bearcat gradually slowed down and stopped when I made up my mind.

As I put the gear lever in neutral, Team Leader Decker suddenly grabs my right arm and says:

“No, Kim!”

He saw right through me.

I looked across the seats at the hostages sitting in the back space.

Inside the vehicle, filled with the smell of sweat, heat, gunpowder and soot, they seemed anxious about when they would be able to get out of there.

There was only one choice.

After taking off my gas mask, I hung my HK416 rifle around my neck.

Then, he spoke to Team Leader Decker as he pulled out one of the bulletproof shields he was holding.

“Chief! Take the wheel. Follow the Silver Team at low speed and I’ll pick up Gomez and join you.”

Then he shouted at O’Connor in the back space.

“Lou! Get off with Kim and get Gomez!”

However, I raised my hand toward O’Connor and shouted.

“No! No! Protecting the hostages is the top priority! Lou, stay with the hostages! I can easily bring Gomez in by myself.”

Team Leader Decker tried to stop me again, but I shook his hand away.

Then he opened the driver’s side door and got out while raising his shield.

Before I could close the door, Decker moved into the driver’s seat and shortly thereafter the Bearcat began moving in reverse again.

I quickly raised my bulletproof shield in the direction of the cells and took out my Glock 23 from my holster.

Phew~!

From here, the distance to the cell where Gomez appeared is about 20 meters.

I already feel a chill down my spine at the thought that those 20 meters will once again become the devil’s path.

There are six cells in total that I have to pass through to get there.

I wonder what will pop out of those cells?

Let’s go! Let’s go! First of all, let’s go!

I took two flash grenades from the side compartment of my plate carrier.

Then, at regular intervals, they threw flash grenades in front of the cells.

pop!

Phew!

After two flashbangs exploded in quick succession, I raised my bulletproof shield toward the cells and quickly advanced.

There was no one in the first cell, and in the second cell there were two skinheads waving both their hands at me.

However, as I approached the third cell, I could hear the rough breathing, or rather, breathing sounds, of a wild boar in my buffed ears.

It sounds like the breathing sound he makes as he glares at me before charging at me like a bull in a bullring.

Before I knew it, my index finger was on the trigger, and I could hear the sound of my knuckles gripping the pistol grip tighter.

Phew~!

Now, in a moment, what kind of monsters will rush towards me?

Read Novel Ra/n(o)ve/l com
Read Novel 𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑 com

<!–

–>