The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 835 Corpses, "Supermarket Agents", More Corpses

"FBI!" With a loud shout, the door was kicked open by Jack. The thin, deformed door panel hit the wall hard, and the glass above shattered to the ground.

There was no movement in the house. As the glass shards on the floor creaked under the feet, Jack shouted to scare the other party, "Javier Peretz, we know you are here, show up and surrender immediately!"

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the direction of the bedroom, followed by the sound of window glass breaking.

Jack winked at Jiejie, and the muzzles of their guns drooped slightly, moving cautiously and quickly towards the backyard, "Aubrey, Hannah, be careful, he's heading towards you."

Before he finished speaking, several gunshots were heard from the direction of the backyard. When the two rushed out of the house and arrived, they saw a corpse with a blooming head lying next to the trash can in the backyard.

Aubrey stood beside the corpse with a nervous expression, and kicked away a Glock in his hand. Hannah was standing in a cover position not far away, putting away her pistol.

"The marksmanship is pretty good." Jack was quite speechless. This guy's marksmanship was average on the shooting range. His performance at ordinary times was even worse than Jubal's, but at critical moments he performed extremely well, almost getting headshots with every shot.

But the problem is that they plan to capture him alive this time. Now there is no evidence to prove the crime. Not to mention testifying against the prison mastermind Luis Trevino, even the missing lawyer Scott Thomas might be hard to find.

But there is no other way around it. Unless Jack does it himself, he can't ask his teammates to consider capturing the suspect alive when facing the gunpoint of the suspect. That would be playing with the lives of his teammates.

The sounds of Glock and SIG Sauer guns were easy to distinguish, one was crisp and the other was slightly muffled. The first few gunshots were all fired by the suspect, and only the last one came from the FBI's sidearms.

Aubrey gave Jack an unpleasant bitter smile and pulled the sleeve of the corpse's right hand, revealing a complete tattoo on the back of the hand, which was 8% similar to the pattern drawn on the napkin by the waitress of "Hal's Hygienic Restaurant".

The fat lady named Millie did not brag, but her sketching skills are indeed quite good.

"Guys, come here."

Jubal poked his head out of a simple tool shed on the side of the house and waved to everyone, "We found the missing lawyer."

Everyone approached the tool house. Clay was squatting in the cabin inspecting a corpse on the ground. The corpse was wearing a valuable handmade suit and a high-end silk tie. It looked like it had been dead for a while, with exposed skin. There are already corpse spots on it.

"It's him." Jubal flashed the screen of his mobile phone. On it was a photo of lawyer Scott Thomas. The lawyer in the photo had a bright smile, which was no different from Jack's business fake smile, showing the standard four upper and lower teeth. .

"Quietly and quickly." Clay pointed to the marks on the corpse's neck. "Very professional."

"I'll contact Little Rock and ask them to send the 'ERT' team." Jiejie said, taking out her cell phone.

"Do you want to contact the District Attorney's Office? Tell prosecutor Skip Hardy that the bastard who killed his three subordinates has been found." Although Jubal said this, he looked a little hesitant.

Jack's expression was a bit indescribable, "The one who killed the three assistant prosecutors was an Uzi submachine gun using .22 LR pistol bullets, and this guy only used a Glock 17 when he escaped.

And Alice hadn't found any evidence in the phone recording that Luis Trevino arranged for Javier Perez to kill people to vent his anger." "And this lawyer Scott Thomas, he was strangled to death, which is more in line with the gang's modus operandi." Hannah has always been confident in Jack's judgment.

Aubrey's expression was a little uncertain, but he still retorted, "It may be that the purpose of killing is different. After all, the former is to vent his anger."

"Isn't it the latter?" Clay, who was still squatting next to the corpse, asked strangely.

Aubrey was choked and immediately changed his stance, "What you said seems to make sense."

"Then let's wait until tomorrow. I guess it won't be until tomorrow morning when the 'ERT' team arrives to finish its work. We will notify the prosecutor after the results come out."

In the end, Jubal decided to hold back. After all, they were not working in the vicinity of New York. They were unfamiliar with the place and tried not to give others any reason to talk about them.

The small town of Madison also has a local sheriff's office, and soon a police officer with a big belly arrived with his assistants.

Although this fat old white man in his 50s with a beard had a nice smile, he kept saying "this is my territory", and his words contained guns and sticks. He seemed to be very unhappy with the FBI coming to his territory to "cause trouble". dissatisfied.

Jubal also exchanged a few moves with him with a hypocritical smile, saying "definitely next time", but in fact he didn't take him seriously at all.

It’s not that the FBI dislikes the poor and prefers the rich. They greet large local police departments like the LAPD or NYPD with a smile, and make efforts to make friends and make good connections. However, they ignore small local police stations or sheriff’s offices. Look, Don’t fuck each other.

It’s really because the smaller a place like this, the more trouble there is. You must know that those road horror movies in the United States and America are all based on reality. In addition to the role of cannon fodder, the police stations or vigilantes in small places also have a Most of them serve as the boss at the end of the level.

Especially those so-called democratically elected sheriffs, in many places they are either born into wealthy and powerful local tyrants, or are lackeys of local tyrants and evil gentry.

We can't simply judge them as good or bad, but the FBI who come with a serious arrest warrant have no need to pay any attention to these seldom cooperative law enforcement systems. If they are unhappy, just keep it to themselves. But if they are stupid enough to notify the criminals in advance and they get the news and run away, who will be responsible?

After the support team from the Little Rock office arrived, Jack and the others drove back to Forrest's bar to meet Alice, and spent their second night in Arkansas at the motel next door.
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"My name is Chuck Bartewski. I am a failed otaku who works as an electrical repairman at Buyoduo supermarket. I once studied at the Stanford School of Engineering, but was accidentally framed by my friend Bryce during my senior year. He was expelled from school for stealing test papers.

I have a beautiful sister who has been dependent on me since childhood. She is a promising surgeon. She always tries hard to save my miserable and failed life, but I disappoint her again and again.

Finally one day, my life suddenly changed. It turned out that my good friend Bryce, who had framed me, was actually a CIA agent. I accidentally opened an email from him.
My brain became a super human flesh database containing countless national secrets. At the same time, a sexy and beautiful CIA female agent Sarah Walker and a big and violent man John Casey with a bitter and hateful face became... my secret bodyguard
Conspiracy, lies, and love at first sight, my life has been turned upside down, everything has become so bizarre."

Press Enter, space, save. As the sun gradually rose outside the window, Jack finally finished typing the beginning of a new short play. Although he could do more things because he slept less than half as much as ordinary people, he felt even busier.

There was a sudden knock on the door. Jack, who was immersed in the plot, was startled. He quickly put a cross on the WORD and quickly closed the laptop.

When he opened the door, he saw Jubal with a look of doubt and confusion on his face. "Prosecutor Skip Hardy has been murdered!"

(End of this chapter)