American TV series Detective's Daily Life

The Wind River Valley is already sparsely populated.

The oil company's drilling rigs are located in places where birds don't poop.

The convoy was driving in the uninhabited wilderness, and the night glowed faintly white against the backdrop of white snow. For more than an hour, when the leading vehicle slowed down, facing the first glimmer of light in the morning, the convoy approached a converted container park. Was stopped in front of the living area.

"Good morning."

A security guard came up on a snowmobile and greeted with a smile: "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Do you know about the cases in town?"

Chuck gave Jane a wary look and stepped forward to ask.

"heard."

The security guard looked left and right with a pity expression on his face: "What a pity."

"Captain, do you have any questions?"

At this time, a group of security guards rode around on snowmobiles.

"It's nothing, they just came here for routine inquiries."

The security captain smiled and said, "Really?"

"What's the matter with the injuries on your faces?"

Chuck motioned for everyone to look at the cuts on the security captain's faces.

"oh."

The security captain smiled and said: "When you ride a 60-yard snowmobile to patrol the forest all day long, it is normal for your face to be injured by branches. We need to patrol at least twice a day. You know, it involves territorial issues. .”

"You should have a mask."

The female police chief heard the security captain's hint of jurisdiction, but also noticed a problem.

Riding a bicycle and patrolling outside in the ice and snow for a long time, if you don't wear a mask, you are looking for death.

And if you were wearing a mask, how could you get scratched by a branch?

Other tribal police officers were alert.

No one likes the appearance of extraterritorial jurisdiction in their territory, a state within a state within a state.

"I also want a helmet."

The security captain's smile did not change: "But the person in charge said, isn't the snow soft enough? Texas Company, this is the treatment, everyone understands!"

Jane couldn't help but look at Chuck.

Because as far as she knew, Chuck was from Texas and should know this best.

“It’s really Texas.”

Chuck nodded: "But the wounds on your faces are not from branches, but from the struggle."

"Who are you? Why do you say that?"

A security guard's expression changed and he shouted at Chuck.

"This is Dr. Chuck Wolfe!"

Jane took a step forward and showed her FBI badge: "The consultant I hired has enough professional knowledge to determine the condition of your wounds."

"Has Matt Olson been here?"

Chuck looked at the security captain.

"Matt?"

The security captain smiled and said: "He is the boss's son, so he will naturally go wherever he wants. If you are looking for him, I suggest you go to his home. It is much more comfortable there than here."

Chuck motioned to Jane.

"We need to go in now and talk to everyone."

Jane spoke.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly a tribal policeman shouted.

"What's wrong?"

The female police chief was puzzled.

"They surrounded us on three sides."

The tribal policeman shouted nervously.

As soon as these words came out, everyone pulled out their guns.

"lay down your weapon!"

"Put the gun down!"

More than a dozen people on both sides pointed guns at each other, shouting the Expelliarmus curse!

Naturally, no one was stupid enough to put down their guns.

The atmosphere is tense.

"The law enforcement recorder is recording it, right?"

Chuck ignored these threats and looked calmly at the tribal police officers wearing body cameras.

As long as there is a recorded video, if the first shot is not fired, once it is fired, it is self-defense.

In fact, if it weren't for Jane, the FBI agent and tribal policeman, he wouldn't have to go to such trouble.

"exist!"

The tribal policeman pointed his gun at a security guard without daring to move his eyes.

"Hi hi hi hi!"

Jane shouted with a gun: "I am the FBI, this is federal land, and I have the right to investigate. Everyone put down their guns and put away their guns! Otherwise, it will be regarded as assaulting the police!"

With that said, he took the lead and slowly put away his gun: "Everyone, relax."

"Dylan, put the gun down."

The security captain thought about it and shouted to his men.

Seeing this, the female police chief also ordered the tribal police officers to lower their guns.

The tribal police officers cautiously walked out of the encirclement, and then looked at the security guards with angry expressions.

They were sure that the other party had bad intentions just now, and it was very likely that they would be wiped out by the other party in a sneak attack.

At the same time, they also believed that this case must be related to these bastards.

"Take us there!"

Jane breathed a sigh of relief, walked up to the security captain, and gave strong instructions.

"Okay, ma'am."

The security captain regained his smile and turned around to walk towards the living area as he agreed.

The men on both sides watched each other warily to keep up.

Arriving at a container house in the living area, the security captain smiled and said: "This is where Matt lived when he brought people over for hunting. One of his bodyguards still lives there. You can ask him any questions you have."

"what is his name?"

Chuck frowned.

"Shawn Raybot."

The security captain smiled and said something, and then shouted into the room: "Hey, Sean, the FBI is here to ask you about the poor girl in the town."

"Shawn Raybot!"

Chuck's eyes narrowed, and he shouted into the house over Jane who was knocking on the door.

Jane reached over Chuck dissatisfied, blocked Chuck behind her, knocked on the door, and found no movement, then reached out and turned the doorknob to try to open the door, but it was locked inside.

"Are you sure there's someone inside?"

Jane looked back at the security captain and saw a strange smile on her face. The next moment, she felt a huge force coming towards her.

boom!

The door of the container was directly shattered by large-caliber bullets, and a submachine gun fired wildly at the tribal police officers outside the door through the hole.

This is also a signal.

The security guards also quickly drew their guns one by one, pointed them at the tribal police officers and began to empty their magazines.

The tribal police officers were caught off guard, and two of them were killed or injured in the blink of an eye.

Just as the female police sergeant was trying to fight back with her eyes split open but still unable to stop her men from having insufficient firepower and was hit and fell down, the scene in which she had the advantage suddenly changed drastically.

However, they saw that the security guards who were shooting wildly on the opposite side seemed to have been pressed on the pause button. The guns no longer fired. Their bodies fell backwards and hit the snow heavily.

Jane, who was almost hit by the door, was pulled by Chuck and thrown to a safe area in time. She just recovered and got up, drew her gun and prepared to support the female police chief, when she saw this scene.

"Didn't you say that most people don't take headshots?"

Jane knew it was not the right time to say such words, but she couldn't help but complain to Chuck who was standing there calmly shooting.

Chuck did not answer the question, but gave her a self-aware look and reminded: "You help Chief Bishop rescue the wounded, and I will chase him!"

In the shootout just now, because of Chuck's participation, the security captain, in addition to the fastest running security captain, including the unscrupulous sneak attack in the container house, was killed by Chuck before he even emptied his magazine. All destroyed.