Black-Haired Internal Revenue Service SWAT Agent - Chapter 244



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Mad Max IV

“Ahhhhhhhh!”

Before someone appears around the corner from the cell, an eerie scream is heard.

I also rushed towards the direction where the sound was coming from, raising my shield.

bang!

It wasn’t a person, it was a large skinhead who hit his face against my shield with the sound of rice sacks crashing together and he fell down.

When the bastard tried to get up again, I brought my shield down on his head and only then did he fall down.

However, another big guy came out after and grabbed my shield and shook it, and I held on so that it wouldn’t be taken away from me.

But then another guy jumps out from behind him and hits my arm and shoulder with a metal pipe.

The situation was so dire that I didn’t even realize that the place where I was hit with the iron pipe was hurting.

bang!

I quickly fired a shot at the thigh of the guy holding the shield with my Glock.

However, the man swinging the iron pipe did not back down, and while screaming, he tried to swing the iron pipe at my head.

Kang~!

By the hair’s breadth, I raise my shield to block the iron pipes, and the sound of them colliding resonates throughout the area in an eerily refreshing way.

“Back off! Back off!”

I shouted and aimed my gun at him, but he backed away and this time tried to swing the iron pipe at my lower body.

This won’t do, you’re going to have to get shot with a bullet too.

Bang! Bang!

I shot the iron pipe guy once in each leg, and he fell down immediately.

However, this crazy guy was running wild on drugs, and he suddenly lifted his upper body off the floor.

Then, he picked up the iron pipe and swung it at me again, and I quickly took a step back.

But at that moment, the shock of someone hitting my head with a rock hit me.

From the moment I realized that this was what it felt like for my upper molars to be pressing down on my lower ones, everything in front of me started spinning.

At the same time, I felt something poking my back.

It’s not just a simple stab, it’s a stab with enough force to make a hole in the bulletproof plate on his back.

I threw down my shield at the terrifying feeling and thrust the Glock 23 between my left arm and my side.

Then, he turned his body slightly to the left, pointed the gun toward the rear, and pulled the trigger.

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

A large white bastard who had been hitting my back with an axe the size of a palm fell down after being hit by a bullet that was flying wildly.

He was the first author to emerge from this cell.

He must have been hit in the neck with a .40 caliber bullet, as blood spurted out more than a meter from his neck as he lay on the ground.

At the same time, I can smell blood right away, and it feels really dirty.

I was about to change the magazine on my pistol when my vision started to melt again and I felt like I was floating.

If I faint here, I’ll really die.

I need to get my mind back on track.

To keep from losing consciousness and collapsing, I tried to take a deep breath while forcefully holding my head.

Fucking hell, it was impossible to even exhale.

From then on, I didn’t move a hair, as if I was climbing up a landmine.

It was because I felt like if I moved even a little bit in my current state, my body, which was barely able to keep its balance, would fall to the floor.

Something runs down my forehead, wets my left eye, runs down my cheek, chin, neck, and into my chest.

I tried to ignore this feeling because I thought I would faint immediately if I admitted that this disgusting liquid was blood.

Soon, I felt like I was getting water in my throat, but the next moment, I threw it up.

Fortunately, right after that, I felt a cool breeze blowing into my head and my vision cleared up.

Shit, I almost died.

Nick ‘Fucking’ Gomez, if you keep trying to save this kid, you’re not going to live to see me die.

I quickly replaced the magazine in my pistol with a new one and picked up my shield again.

Then, I tried to check on the status of the three people I had knocked down, and I felt a presence in the cell above.

I instinctively placed my bulletproof shield on the ground and crouched behind it to hide.

These were actions that were truly driven by the subconscious, not by seeing or confirming something.

It was immediately proven that the unconsciousness was not wrong in sensing danger.

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

Near the control room where our Bearcats had escaped, about ten meters in front of me, five or six guys were shooting at me.

Every time a bullet rang out against the shield, a chill ran down my spine and I felt dizzy.

Along with the gunshots, the sound of the guys screaming excitedly can be heard.

The evil white bastards were closing the distance, firing volleys at me.

I took out my last flash grenade, pulled the safety pin, and rolled it towards them.

pop!

Their gunfire suddenly stopped with the explosion of a flash grenade, and I immediately sat up.

6-7 meters away, five skinhead cubs are reeling from the shock of a flash grenade explosion.

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

I fired .40 caliber bullets at them, and the punks fell down one by one.

Then, I raised my shield and ran forward with all my might, hitting the ones staggering in front of me with my shield and knocking them down.

As I ran a few more meters, the cell where Gomez had appeared appeared on my right.

I entered the cell with my shield held high and the muzzle of my Glock 23 placed against the right corner of the shield.

But inside, there was only a guy who looked like a high school student, with both hands raised.

What the hell is going on here?

Sure enough, here Gomez raised his hand towards us, indicating his location…

“Gomez! Was Nick Gomez here?”

When I ask, a guy with an expression on his face like he’s about to faint at any moment answers me.

“Brad (Snyder), come up to the upper cell with Brad…”

After listening to the bastard, I quickly stuck my head out of the cell.

It was because a loud noise was heard from the middle of the prison cell where the fire extinguisher was located.

As I stood there, I saw about a dozen skinheads approaching me.

Ah, shit!

They just keep coming in endlessly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

One of the men, armed with a pistol, stepped forward and opened fire.

But, since he had no experience handling a gun, the bullets flew past me for a long time.

I looked at them without even hiding behind my shield.

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We need to either take them down and find Gomez again, or run straight to the control room right now.

No, it’s different. The voice of Mr. Strauss, who is watching the situation here through the Black Hornet’s camera, is heard over the wireless network.

“Wizard Zero! Please get out of there! More of them are rushing in now. They’ll tear Wizard Zero alive! Get out of there!”

Damn, we’re not the type of people to freak out over a dozen tango dancers, so why is this guy making such a fuss?

With that thought in mind, I reached behind my back with my left hand and felt the barrel of the HK416 rifle hanging from the three-point sling.

But, after a while, I realized belatedly why Strauss had been making such a fuss.

There were only about ten people in the cell directly in front of me, but in the corridor of the two-story cells above me, there were far more than ten kids walking, deliberately stomping their feet.

Phew!

A Molotov cocktail was thrown from above and landed right in front of me and exploded.

The shards of glass flying from there hit my face, and I realized that I didn’t have to worry anymore.

“Ow, shit!”

After I said that, I didn’t even look back, put my shield on my head, and started running like a fucking punk.

As I run towards the hole in the outer wall of the control room through which our Bearcats had escaped, they run after me, screaming and yelling.

A few of the bullets flying from the second floor hallway hit the shield I was holding above my head like an umbrella.

Wow, I’m going crazy.

As I was running towards the control room, bullets flew from all directions, and a moment later, a Molotov cocktail flew in and exploded.

One kid threw a bunch of faucets he had ripped off from the sink, and he must have been strong enough to throw them so they flew over my head and landed way in front of me.

I continued to jump, but since I couldn’t get any faster, I ended up throwing away my bulletproof shield.

At that moment, I glanced over my shoulder and saw that five or six angry convict bastards had closed the distance to within five or six meters of me.

If anything, I’ll have to move the HK416 hanging on my back to the front of my torso and shoot them all to death.

While I was pondering that, I arrived at the point where the iron bars of the field control room that I had destroyed with the Bearcat were lying in ruins.

At that moment, I could hear them running right behind me, and I decided that I had no choice but to shoot them all dead.

Damn~. There’s a large hole 3 meters ahead that leads out of the prison cell, and it looks like we’re going to have another fight here.

I spun around and got into a kneeling stance.

Then, I brought the HK416 forward and aimed the gun at them with the buttstock tucked against my side without even having time to rest it on my shoulder.

But before I could fire a warning shot at them, the ones running ahead stopped and raised both their hands.

And then, one by one, they begin to kneel down.

The men following them turned around and ran back into the prison cell.

The guys who had been running along the second floor corridor were nowhere to be seen, either because they had hidden inside their cells.

what?

Was one HK416 rifle a lethal weapon to those bastards that would make them all run away with their butts down?

As I was looking at them in despair, something suddenly flew and fell towards the guys kneeling with their hands raised about 3-4 meters in front of me.

Thud! Thud!

What fell in front of the skinhead boys with their hair shaved in a Mohawk style were handcuffs and shackles.

It was only then that I noticed that dozens of SWAT officers had joined me right behind me.

Our Gold Team guys were in there, as well as the Illinois State Sheriff’s Department SWAT and Corrections Riot Team members.

Team Leader Dawson pops out from among them and places a hand on my shoulder as I am still in a kneeling position shooting at the guys.

And then he repeats what I heard from him a few hours ago.

This time, instead of saying, “Have you ever seen such a thing?” with a look of laughter, he said it with an expression that seemed to indicate shock.

“Jesus~, Kim!”

After hearing those words, I let out a long sigh of relief.

My eyes felt like they were spinning again.

My right hand, which was holding the HK416 tucked at my side, was still shaking like crazy.

Snyder and his henchmen Steve Malone and Nick Gomez remained hidden inside the prison cell Alpha throughout the subsequent recapture operation following the second IRS SWAT rescue.

After an hour-long operation, all of the inmates who were resisting with guns were subdued and arrested by Illinois State Sheriff’s Department and federal SWAT units.

Then, when the search operation began on the entire prison cell, they hid among the 120 or so riot team members who entered the scene wearing riot team uniforms that had been prepared in advance.

Snyder’s initial plan to escape was to have over 30 white inmates escape first, creating a distraction when the first riots broke out at Big Rock, and then sneak out of the prison disguised as members of a riot squad being deployed for a search and rescue operation.

If that operation failed, the plan was to use federal or state helicopters to break out the 12 men from as far away as possible and then use the same escape tactic.

But with the arrival of IRS SWAT, all escape plans were foiled, and the last method they tried was finally on the verge of success.

The ambulance carrying them passed through the checkpoint around Big Rock and began to drive east on the highway.

Snyder and Gomez, disguised as riot control team members with burns on their faces and arms, easily got through security checks.

The checkpoint location was inside Big Rock, just as their spies had warned them, and now they only had to go through two more checkpoints and they would be free.

“Damn, I can’t even get rid of that one Asian agent guy~.”

Gomez grumbled, fiddling with the sterile bandages wrapped around his forehead and neck.

Then, Snyder, who was sitting on the gurney with him, answered him with a displeased expression.

“Signor Gomez! You don’t know what IRS SWAT is, so you’re saying such nonsense. They’re all crazy. If you’ve never dealt with them yourself, don’t say such nonsense.”

Snyder shuddered as he recalled the madman known only as Agent Kim, who had freed the guards, then approached the cells where he and Gomez were hiding.

At that time, Snyder was convinced that if the Asian federal agent had reached the cell where they were hiding, he would have been killed and Gomez would have escaped from Cell Alpha alive.

“You said there are two more checkpoints. Can’t we contact our men in the middle and escape by helicopter?”

When Gomez urges Snyder again, Snyder shakes his head firmly.

“Signor Gomez, stop talking nonsense. Every search helicopter from every agency, as well as CBP and FBI aerial surveillance aircraft, will be hovering over this area in case of a prison break. As soon as your men’s helicopter enters this airspace, their helicopters with snipers on board will show up. Just keep your mouth shut and quietly watch as I carry out my plan.”

In Snyder’s rant, Gomez openly raised her middle finger.

But then the ambulance began to slow down and both men’s eyes turned forward at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, Snyder’s closest aide, Malone, who was driving an ambulance, warned the two men.

“Hey! There are some guys blocking the road ahead, boss!”

Snyder quickly moved to the back of the driver’s seat and let out a sigh as he caught sight of the ambulance approaching ahead.

“Ah, perk!”

Moments later, the ambulance slowed down before approaching a roadblock and then stopped.

Snyder’s mouth fell open as he watched the scene unfold before his eyes.

What horrified him was the sight of five BearCats with their lights flashing, completely blocking the road.

“Boss, there are guys behind us too~.”

At Malone’s warning, Snyder and Gomez moved together to the rear door of the ambulance.

Behind them, three large black SUVs were also blocking the road.

Snyder pulled out his pistol and quickly moved to the driver’s seat.

At that moment, his subordinate in the driver’s seat pointed to the front with his finger and said.

“Damn, look at that Asian guy, boss!”

Snyder opened his eyes and stared at the Bearcat blocking the road about ten meters ahead.

An Asian man wearing a black SWAT outfit was standing in front of the Bearcat and was waving his hand towards them.

If you look closely, he’s not giving Snyder a hand raise, he’s giving him his middle finger.

Snyder laughed weakly at the sight.

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