Black-Haired Internal Revenue Service SWAT Agent - Chapter 245



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I grabbed Brad Snyder by the head and slammed him against the door frame before putting him in the Tahoe SUV.

When I think about all the shit we’ve done because of this kid, I want to keep pounding his head until it turns to patbingsu ice flakes.

“hey!”

Snyder slams his hammer into the door frame and immediately yells.

I shoved the neo-Nazi white guy into the backseat of the car, and a female US Marshal took him from inside.

The marshals check Snyder’s handcuffs and shackles, as does Nick Gomez, who was loaded into the back SUV first.

Then, as I was about to insert the long chain connected to the handcuffs and leg chains into the retaining ring installed on the floor of the car and lock the end of the chain with a padlock, I spoke to her in a low voice.

“Hey, Marshall! Can you pull the chain a little harder so that Iza can’t raise her head?”

Then she looks at me, then at Snyder.

Then, without responding, she did as I requested, pulled the chain all the way out, and secured it with a padlock.

Snyder, who was sitting in the back seat but now bowing 90 degrees to the driver’s side, shouts.

“Hey, what are you doing? Isn’t this a human rights violation?”

As soon as the federal marshal gave me a thumbs up and stepped aside, I hit Snyder hard on the back of the head with the palm of my hand.

“You like ‘fucking’ human rights abuses! Now you’re going back to Chicago with us and you’re going to be dinner for the federal prosecutors tonight. You won’t be able to breathe outside air until you’ve been reincarnated twice in a federal prison cell. Be prepared.”

At my words, the Tennessee punk let out a sigh so heavy it almost made the floor of his car sink.

But, as I was about to close the door, he called out to me.

“Hey, Agent Kim!”

I tried to close the door, then opened it again and looked at the guy.

“How did you know about our plans? You came in from outside just before this happened.”

After asking that question, the guy makes a face as if he finds the current situation he’s in to be ridiculous.

Yeah, we never dreamed that things would turn out like this.

Immediately after the first hostage rescue operation, we captured Operations Team Leader Pearson and handed him over to the FBI interrogation team.

Circumstantial evidence suggests that at the time, Pearson appeared to be live-streaming the entire operation to Snyder via satellite radio and smartphone.

However, Friendly Belle and her brothers(?) from Unit Bravo, who had been whispering with Amy, unanimously said that the person we were going to arrest was not Correctional Officer Pearson.

Black brothers whispered that, days before the riots, they had seen some of the riot squad’s uniforms and equipment being delivered to Snyder’s men through the prison laundry room.

That is, it was clear that someone among the executives of Big Rock was in collusion with the guys, and it was not Pearson.

During the brief time we spent preparing for the second rescue operation, Officer Pearson reportedly repeated statements that supported the statements of Friendly Bell and his group throughout his interrogation with the FBI.

The situation in which he was discovered by us in the tactical ammunition storage room was something that happened while we were tracing the movements of the deputy director who had entered the storage room before.

We were just sighing in relief at having caught that damn traitor, but then we sensed something ominous.

So, I kept calling the Chicago Bureau of Investigation every five minutes and pestering them, and finally, 25 minutes before the second rescue operation was to begin, I got the results of a thorough raid on the Big Rock staff.

There is no evidence that he received it directly, so even if it goes to trial in the future, there will be some room for dispute in federal court, but in any case, we have found a person who received a huge amount of real estate instead of cash by putting forward several people’s names.

Absurdly enough, the informant who became rich overnight was not Warden Pearson, but Deputy Warden Glenn Franklin.

The financial situation of the Pierson Correctional Inspectorate, which we later requested to be examined more closely, was beyond the level of integrity and was that of a low-paid, contract federal employee with no means of providing for retirement.

In the end, he was revealed to be a man who had been struggling to clear the name of the warden he had been loyal to and to keep the prison staff from getting hurt.

That wasn’t all there was to it.

There was another story that one of the FBI Illinois field officers who was questioning Pearson in the guards’ lounge let slip to us.

The gist is that the director of Big Rock, who has been under investigation for bribery charges for several days, has continued to claim that he was framed by his deputy director, Glenn Franklin.

It was 12 minutes before we were scheduled to launch the operation when we secretly received the astonishing news from the FBI.

Eventually, we decided that we couldn’t trust the other agency leaders, so we shared this information only with Center Director Carl Halstead, and together we prepared a hostage rescue operation inside the prison block, as well as an operation to capture Snyder, who would eventually escape Big Rock by any means necessary.

Even now, when I think about it, it’s dizzying how so many things happened in that short period of time, less than an hour.

Still, somehow we managed to rescue all the guards who were being held in the prison cells and prevent Snyder from trying to escape.

But if I were asked to do this shit again, I don’t think I could do it even if I died.

No, if any kid asks me to do that again, I’ll rip his head off right away.

“Come on, Jay! Come join us, what are you doing?”

At Decker’s urging, Strauss jumps out of the ambulance carrying Snyder and Gomez.

In his hands was the ‘Black Hornet’, which had landed inside the ambulance without the knowledge of the three escapees.

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The Black Hornet had been following Snyder since he left Containment Unit Alpha in his riot squad uniform.

So, he followed the guy into the ambulance and performed his duties as a reconnaissance drone and location tracking device perfectly.

Of course, through the Black Hornet’s tiny pin mic, Gomez and Snyder’s conversation was transmitted in real time, so we now know what kind of punk Gomez is.

By the time I climbed into the driver’s seat of our BearCat, the other BearCats and convoy SUVs were starting their engines.

Team Leader Decker, sitting in the passenger seat, was inputting a route to downtown Chicago on the navigation screen.

The rest of the BearCats, except for our IRS SWAT BearCats, returned to Big Rock Prison, and we headed toward Chicago with the Marshals’ SUVs.

Still, the smell of tear gas and gunpowder permeates the inside of the armored vehicle.

Old Man Halstead, who was sorting out the situation at Big Rock through the walkie-talkie, said something or other, and Amy took my place.

The rumor is that Deputy Director Franklin has been arrested by the FBI on the scene and is currently investigating the circumstances surrounding the incident.

It’s surprising news, but everyone else is so exhausted that they don’t say a word and just look around.

I thought you were just gonna drop that damn Gomez off at the fucking Big Rock Penitentiary, but you came out fighting World War III in that fucking, brand new Supermax Penitentiary.

Now that I think about it, I feel angry, wronged, and absurd, but I don’t even have the energy to swear at him.

Originally, Gomez’s escort operation was supposed to be the job of the FBI Chicago office’s cadre of ants (agents), but my FBI bestie Torres kept telling the higher-ups that it would be easier if our IRS SWAT did it, and that’s how this whole thing started.

So, if I ever meet that guy, I’ll just have to throw a deadly punch at him.

I gritted my teeth as I pictured the bastard waving his peckish finger at me while I was eating my banana muffin.

After a little over 30 minutes of driving down the road, I start hearing my smartphone ring. As the toilet-flushing sound continues to play on my phone, Team Leader Decker takes my phone out of my plate carrier compartment.

Then, when I answer the phone in speaker mode, I hear the gravelly voice of Branch Manager Fisher.

“Kim, where are you now?”

The branch manager is already urging us to arrive, even though it’s only been a short while since we left.

Mr. Decker was about to tell them the expected arrival time on the navigation screen, but Mr. Fisher couldn’t hold it in any longer and kept talking at a rapid pace.

“Gomez! Gomez, that guy definitely has some new recruits, right? That guy, you can’t let him go.”

Those words made me lose my temper while driving.

“Damn it, Jake (Chief Fisher)! How many times have you told us that? If we keep hearing the same advice, it’s going to get in our ears…”

“Kim, listen to me from now on! When Nick Gomez was with that Snyder guy, he called his men from Chicago. The DEA surveillance teams over here have been sending us their phone conversations and warning us. So you need to be more concerned about escorting Nick Gomez than that idiot from Tennessee!”

“What do you mean, Jake? Are you saying that the gangs are coming here to rescue Gomez? Weren’t the guys that attacked us when we first came here the ones that came to take out Gomez? Who the hell is coming to rescue Gomez?”

“Hey, shut up and listen to me first. Apparently Gomez offered to pay Snyder cash in exchange for breaking out with him. So, the DEA and FBI intercepted the gangsters as they were heading toward Big Rock with the cash. They said that anyone else who left before them would already be in the area.”

Those words brought me back to my senses, as if my tired body had been electrocuted with a car battery.

Team Leader Decker, O’Connor, Strauss, Preston, and Lambert, who were sitting behind him, were all looking at my smartphone that Decker was holding.

Team Leader Decker held the phone close to my face, and I looked at the road ahead and asked Inspector Fischer.

“Damn, what if you tell me that now? I sent all the other agency SWATs that were with us back to Big Rock.”

“The FBI and DEA are already on their way. They’ll contact you, so join them and be prepared for any eventuality.”

“Who is coming from the FBI?”

“Agent Torres and his team.”

Now, we need to pray that Torres will not blow the baton and join us soon.

The thought just makes me laugh weakly.

Still, Branch Manager Fisher continues to speak loudly.

“Contact the federal agencies on the Big Rock side, and they’ll send reinforcements right away. Talk to Fred (Chief Decker), Jim (Chief Dawson), and Amy on the scene and make a good decision. Keep moving, or find a meeting point and hide for a while. We need to get Gomez out alive, so don’t rush in.”

“Okay, Jake.”

Then he hung up the phone.

Immediately after the call, the men checked their guns and each sat down in the spot where the gun sights were.

Ha~.

Maybe, I, no, we are destined to keep spinning our wheels.

At this point, I think it’s time to correct my posture and mindset so that I don’t let my guard down, instead of babbling like a madman and cursing my fate.

Crunch!

Team Leader Decker pulls the charging handle of my HK416 and checks that the trigger is in the safe position.

Then, I place it in the space between my seat and the passenger seat.

Next, he takes out the magazine of his MP7 submachine gun, checks the remaining bullets, puts them back in, and pulls the charging handle.

I held the steering wheel with one hand and turned off the interior lights inside our car with the other.

Then, there was no light at all except for the Bearcat’s headlights illuminating the dark two-lane road.

Now I feel like a new level of excitement awaits us.

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