Black-Haired Internal Revenue Service SWAT Agent - Chapter 246



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Ambush

The expression “walking on thin ice” seemed to refer to this very moment.

The atmosphere, which had been set to return to Chicago with Snyder and Gomez behind them and the icky Big Rock, is now back in battle mode.

I drove on a two-lane road for about 20 minutes without encountering a single other vehicle on the other side.

Amy and six federal marshals, who had received the situation report from Decker, were cautiously following behind with our two BearCats in the lead in two SUVs.

If an emergency arises during the move, they have a plan B to return to Big Rock without looking back.

The marshals told the men to park their vehicles on a quiet roadside and wait for reinforcements to arrive, whichever came first, either from Big Rock or Chicago.

However, we had already been stabbed in the back of the head at Big Rock, so we couldn’t trust our lives to agents from other agencies whose faces we didn’t even know.

Since there was only one road leading to Big Rock and Chicago, our plan was to continue on our way and wait for reinforcements to join us first.

I don’t know when that will be, but until then, whatever happens, it’s our IRS SWAT problem.

“Two log trailer trucks appear just ahead! Be careful!”

As I shouted, Team Leader Decker transmitted my warning over the team radio network.

A huge vehicle, with a trailer length of 20 meters and loaded with logs, approaches from the opposite lane.

Even though it was a narrow country road with only one lane, the sight of two trailer trucks approaching from about 30 meters away was intimidating.

In the light of the headlights and auxiliary lights extending from our Bearcats, we can see the huge bodies of the vehicles and the large trees that have not yet been stripped of their bark.

“Everyone, watch the trailers!”

Team Leader Decker held the MP7 submachine gun in his arms and warned the radio network again.

A moment later, the lead trailer truck slowly passes our Bearcat.

I held my breath, every nerve cell in my body tense.

If there was even the slightest hint of something strange, I was on the verge of stepping all the way down on the accelerator pedal.

Woof woof woof!

The headlights of our Bearcat briefly catch sight of the truck driver’s cab, and Team Leader Decker immediately radios the situation.

“One white driver in the lead truck driver’s seat! No signs of abnormality!”

Just then, a logging trailer slowly passed us on the left side of our Bearcat, and the entire road seemed to shake as if an earthquake had occurred.

If you turn your head slightly, you can see incredibly thick logs, which are commonly seen in North America.

We watch as five or six huge logs pass us by, and because of their length, it seems like they take forever to pass by.

“The lead truck has passed! The rear truck also has a white driver in the driver’s seat and a white passenger in the passenger seat!”

Just as Team Leader Decker reports, a second log trailer passes right next to our Bearcat.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

At that moment, sparks flew out from the trailer of the second truck, along with a sound like firecrackers exploding.

The flames were visible from the thick metal supports that supported the logs loaded onto the trailer.

By the time my teammates were looking at me wondering what that was, I had already stepped on the accelerator.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeing!

Our vehicle was thrown forward as if a high-speed locomotive had slammed into the rear of our Bearcat.

Immediately afterwards, the trailer log supports gave out without a fight and a huge log rolled down.

The logs on top fell into our lane first, just as our Bearcat was about to leave the second truck behind.

“Logs are falling towards us! Logs are falling towards us! Look out, Citadel One (Team Leader Dawson)!”

As Team Leader Decker shouted, a log pillar struck the left rear end of our Bearcat.

The car body was pushed to one side as if it had been rear-ended, and the impact while driving at high speed caused the car body to suddenly sway from side to side.

“Ahhhhhhhh!”

I screamed and gripped the steering wheel with both hands, but I couldn’t control it on my own.

Unlike regular large SUVs and large pickups, the weight of the heavily armored body made it feel like the steering wheel was holding me instead of me holding the steering wheel.

I lifted my foot slightly off the accelerator pedal to put my weight on the steering wheel and held the steering wheel tightly with both hands and arms.

Then, the slowdown seemed to have worked and I was able to regain control of the vehicle.

Immediately after that, without even being able to breathe a sigh of relief, I looked at the dashboard rear camera screen and my mouth fell open without me realizing it.

Just a moment ago, there were large tree trunks rolling around in the lane our Bearcat was running in, and the Silver Team Bearcat was nowhere to be seen.

The logs appeared to have fallen not only on our previous position, but also on the final position of Team Leader Dawson’s Bearcat behind us.

The area about 50 to 60 meters behind the rear road was covered with huge logs, and now it looked like even the US Army’s M1-A1 tanks would not be able to pass through that area.

Tata tata! Tata tata tata!

Tata tata!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Our lane is blocked by logs, and the opposite lane is blocked by two stopped trailer trucks.

And around those trucks, muzzle flashes and bullets fly.

The sound of a 9mm single shot gun and a 7.62mm old-fashioned AK rifle gun.

As we hear the sound of bullets exploding through our stopped Bearcat, Amy calls out over the radio.

“A dozen or more Tangos are firing warning shots at our SUVs. They seem to be looking for that guy Gomez, and they’re not looking to kill him, they’re looking to rescue him! I repeat, they’re not looking to kill him, they’re looking to rescue him!”

As soon as Amy finished speaking, I pressed the headset key and asked,

“Amy, they’ve completely blocked the gap between your convoy and our armored vehicles! Don’t wait for our fire support, move backwards and get out of here immediately!”

Then, a federal marshal driving the SUV behind Amy appears on the radio.

“Wizard Zero! Behind the Blue and Red convoys, the villains’ 5-ton trucks are blocking their escape route! Behind the Blue and Red convoys, the villains’ 5-ton trucks are completely blocking both lanes!”

Then, Amy’s voice was heard again, and everyone was shocked by what she said.

“Fuck! The logs from the first truck blew the Silver Team Bearcat off the right side of the road! The Silver Team Bearcat rolled down the right side of the road, down the slope!”

The moment I heard those words, I felt a rush of electricity run through my whole body.

I felt a burning heat not only in my face but also in my eyes, and it felt like every nerve cell in my body was going to explode.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The men at the rear returned fire through the left gun ports, but our Bearcats were still stationary.

Now they have blocked both lanes.

What’s even more terrifying is that the roadside on their side is a slope with an angle of 40 to 50 degrees, while the roadside on our side is a steep slope that extends for tens of meters.

So, it’s not easy to go back to Amy through the roadside.

“Shit! Let’s go on foot, Fred! If we don’t meet up with the convoy along both sides of the road, they’re going to get our men killed!”

As Strauss shouted, Preston from the gun turret began firing his HK416 at Gomez’s men.

But he can’t even fire a few shots and gets right back into the car as dozens of bullets rain down on him.

And then, as if directly contradicting Strauss’ words, he shouted:

“No shot! No shot! A whole group of guys are firing at us! Anyone who steps outside the Bearcat will be turned into a beehive!”

The moment I heard that, I just stepped on the accelerator.

Then, the Bearcat leaps forward and Team Leader Decker, who has no idea what is going on, looks at him with a surprised expression.

“What the?”

“Come on, Kim! Come on, let’s go back to Amy and the marshals. What are you doing?”

People who don’t know my plan are shouting from behind.

But I didn’t care and accelerated the Bearcat further, and advanced to a point about 500 meters from where it had initially stopped.

By then, Amy and the federal marshals there were already noisy on the radio, transmitting the urgent situation among themselves.

My heart sank to my feet as I thought about what had happened to the Silver Team men who had rolled down the roadside into the distant valley.

However, I can’t afford to think about that leisurely right now.

Suddenly, Team Leader Decker yells at me.

“Kim!”

Just in time, I slowed down the Bearcat and a moment later, I made a careful U-turn on the road.

Because the road was narrow, I couldn’t make a U-turn in one go and had to go back and forth once more.

Only then do we see trailer trucks and logs far ahead of us.

It was only then that I told my uncles my plan.

“All call signs! Focus! Focus! We’re going to take our Bearcats to the right side of the road behind their trucks and meet up with the convoy!”

At that, Preston sticks his head into the space between the driver and passenger seats and says,

“Kim! The roadside to the right of the truck is steep. If a heavy armored vehicle like the Bearcat were to climb onto it, it would just flip over! This is crazy!”

Then I put the gear lever into drive and shouted at everyone.

“We’re going to drive the Bearcat at top speed, drive up the slope, drive past the blockade they’ve blocked, and then drive back down the road. I’ve done it before, so I’m confident.”

Then O’Connor responds by snapping his fingers.

“Yeah! When we picked up this Snyder guy in Tennessee, we overtook their trucks on the ramp down the road! Yeah! Yeah! Hurry up, Kim!”

After he came back, the crew members sat down in their seats and fastened their seat belts, and I immediately started moving the Bearcat.

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As the Bearcat raced down the road, it gradually gained speed, soon reaching speeds of over 80 kilometers per hour.

I slowly turned the steering wheel all the way to the right, and immediately the Bearcat left the asphalt road and entered a roadside area overgrown with weeds and bushes.

Kwaaang!

As the Bearcat entered the terrain with a 40-50 degree slope, the shock came, but I did not hesitate and pressed the accelerator pedal further.

Wheeeeeeeeeeing!

As the turbo engine revs, grass and tree branches start to snap and hit the windshield right before your eyes.

Then, the sound of bullets being fired by the men hitting the Bearcat’s body could be heard.

We quickly passed the second log trailer, then sped on, leaving the first log trailer on our left and below.

“Howley Sheep!”

The moment I screamed without realizing it, the gang members who had been in the weeds on the slope appeared in front of our Bearcat.

They rammed into the Bearcat without giving it a chance to dodge.

Boom! Boom! Kwak bang! Boom!

All five Tangos were slammed into the Bearcat and disappeared into the upper part of the vehicle.

“Friendlies (convoy) at 11 o’clock!”

As Mr. Decker pointed to our right, I immediately started turning the steering wheel to the left.

Already, at that time, there was a world of guys shooting at us from the road down the slope.

Guys with hoods over their heads, guys wearing caps (baseball caps) or guys with mufflers covering their mouths, guys who at first glance look like gunmen from a gang.

They surrounded our large SUVs as they tried to back out.

And now our Bearcat was charging towards their rear from the slope by the roadside.

“Get on the road! All hands on deck!”

Immediately after Team Leader Decker’s situation report, our Bearcat headed back out onto the road.

From then on, it seemed like every bullet in the world was flying towards our Bearcat.

Thud! Thud! Pufferthud! Pufferthud!

Bullets continued to hit the bulletproof glass, leaving it covered in tiny cracks, but the powerful headlights of the vehicles made it possible to clearly see the Tangos’ location.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The men who were firing shotguns and pistols in front of the Bearcat were hit by the Bearcat and flew away.

“Kim, push the truck at 12 o’clock!”

Decker shouted, pointing to a truck blocking the convoy’s retreat just ahead of us.

I drove the Bearcat at full speed past our convoy.

The engine starts to vibrate and makes a loud noise as if it’s going to explode.

As three men with their mouths covered by mufflers fired AK rifles in rapid succession, the bulletproof glass in our front line instantly turned into a rag.

Then, Team Leader Decker picked up my HK416 and pushed the bulletproof glass surface with the buttstock.

After he pushed three or four times, the front windshield on the driver’s side collapsed out of the car.

Luckily, the view was clear, but then bullets started flying into the driver’s seat, damn it!

However, things changed when Decker cleared the bulletproof glass in front of him and opened fire on the Tangos both inside and outside the road.

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

He was sitting in the passenger seat, shooting at the guys from inside the car, and it was a scene straight out of a first-person shooter game.

As he fired his bullets, gang members fell one by one.

Instead of them falling backwards like in the movies or dramas, their bodies just collapse in a firing stance as if a switch had been turned off.

Plus, Decker was headshotting everyone on the road, on the side of the road, and around the truck from the passenger seat of his speeding Bearcat.

“Crash! Crash! Crash!”

As soon as I gave the warning, I drove the BearCat toward the trailers of the 5-ton trucks that were blocking the second lane on both sides.

Boom!

Even after hitting the end of the trailer, if you keep pressing the accelerator pedal deeply, the truck will start to push.

After proceeding a few meters, the lane the convoy vehicles had come in through was cleared again.

Team Leader Decker immediately shouted over the radio to Amy and the federal marshals.

“Convoy Blue, Red! We have a clear path! Get out of here! Get out of this damn place!”

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

At that time, our Bearcat crew members were also pouring bullets on the Tangos from the muzzle and gun turret.

Preston, standing on the gun turret, was firing concentrated shots from his HK416 at the driver’s and passenger’s seats of the cargo truck, turning them into a honeycomb.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Black Tahoe convoys passed our BearCats in reverse, sirens blaring.

They quickly turned around and started running towards Big Rock, just as we were stopped behind the truck.

I let out a brief sigh of relief, then backed the Bearcat into the same lane Amy and her group had just backed into.

After blocking the road like that, I checked their direction with the rear camera screen.

Seriously, there must be more than a dozen gang members carrying the car, and they are still shooting from all directions.

Just as I was trying to figure out their location and broadcast it to my team via radio, the area suddenly became as bright as day.

I quickly looked up to see if the Chicago gangsters had even brought in a helicopter to get Gomez out.

But, fortunately, a warning broadcast is heard from a helicopter floating in the night sky.

“We are federal agents! All hands, lay down your weapons and surrender! We are federal agents! Armed people on the road, lay down your weapons and surrender! Otherwise, we will use force to subdue you all!”

It may seem a little late to give that warning, but I wonder why they joined us on the scene.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Tata tata tata! Tata tata tata!

Then, as if the warning broadcast had triggered a seizure switch, the log trailers and the guys along the road all opened fire into the night sky.

We got off the Bearcat without hesitation at their appearance.

Then, they fired concentrated fire at the gangsters positioned at a distance of 30 to 50 meters.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Tata tata! Tata tata tata!

Indeed, it seemed as if the storm of gunfire I had heard in the Iraqi desert was engulfing this area.

Our concentrated fire knocked out 7 or 8 Tangos, and they realized the situation too late and took cover behind large trailer trucks.

Then, they started shooting at us and one of them threw a Molotov cocktail in our direction.

Phew!

A Molotov cocktail exploded about ten meters in front of us.

Then, three guys from their side jumped out, each holding a Molotov cocktail, and the other guys came to cover them and started pouring heavy fire on us.

However, the men holding the Molotov cocktails and preparing to throw them suddenly fell to the ground.

pop!

One of the Molotov cocktails the three men were holding exploded on the floor, and the rest fell to the ground and rolled around.

Then, there was a flash and an explosion from their direction.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

As the flashbangs exploded one after another, their shooting stopped.

And soon, silhouettes of people appear simultaneously from the side of the road in the right lane, and they move forward while shooting at the gang members.

At that sight, Team Leader Decker immediately shouted into the wireless network.

“Silver Team is advancing from 3 o’clock! Silver Team is advancing into the road from 3 o’clock! Everyone, be careful and shoot!”

The moment I heard those words, I felt a sense of relief, but then I started to cry.

The Silver Team members, who were thought to have all been killed after falling into the ravine below the roadside, arrived at the scene late.

Appearing from the side of Gomez’s men, who had pushed them off the road, they opened fire.

Five men walked in a single file, firing concentrated fire at the Tangos, and we continued to fire concentrated fire on our side.

Then, a little while later, the Tangos began to raise their hands one by one, and after a while, everyone stopped shooting.

As the Silver Team members arrived, a dozen or so gang members appeared with their hands raised.

At that time, three helicopters were circling in the surrounding sky, shining their searchlights in this direction.

I had been firing from the Bearcat’s driver’s side door, which was wide open, as cover, and now I closed it.

As I stood there with the HK416 strapped to my shoulder, watching the Silver Team disarm the guys from about 30 meters in front of me, my legs were shaking terribly.

Our Gold Team members ran towards them and joined them, and a moment later, vehicles with flashing lights appeared behind us.

It was a bunch of large SUVs with SWAT and federal agents rushing from Big Rock.

I let out a long sigh and slumped down on the floor.

Team Leader Decker came over to me and tapped my shoulder with one hand.

As the tension slowly began to ease, my eyes began to spin again and I held onto the gun barrel and pistol grip tightly, barely keeping my wits about me.

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