The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

Chapter 1238 The Man Who Flipped the Table (Happy Year of the Snake, fellow readers, please give me your monthly tickets)

"He just contacted me. It's the old site of the Evanston Power Plant. Yes, that's right. Frank wants to exchange hostages. He only gave me 20 minutes. I'll go over there first to delay time. It would be best if I could contact the CPD SWAT team for support."

Cooper, holding the phone, rushed out of the hotel and jumped into a GMC Yukon.

"Received. The SWAT team is on the way." Cynthia replied over the phone.

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In the power plant that was implicated in bankruptcy due to the chain reaction caused by industrial recession, only the skeleton made of rusty I-beams remains in the tall and dilapidated abandoned factory building.

The summer sun always brings a burning feeling whenever it appears, even if it is only in the early morning.

Jack squatted on the small platform at the highest point of the factory, wearing a gray urban warfare camouflage cloak, hiding behind a broken glass window and observing the situation outside.

He was holding a Barrett M107A1. The last time he used this standard anti-material gun of the US military was on a small island in Southeast Asia. At that time, Jack used a semi-automatic anti-material sniper rifle with a momentum almost equivalent to that of "Laoganma".

Anna, who was acting as an observer beside him at this time, seemed a little absent-minded. She turned her head to look at him from time to time, as if she was admiring some rare treasure.

Jack felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"Do you know that you are very charming now?" The girl couldn't help but come up and kiss him on the cheek.

"Get down to work, be serious." Jack slapped her firm and round buttocks, the jelly-like elastic feel was quite tempting.

Anna gave him a wink, picked up the telescope and looked into the distance. She soon discovered, "Someone is coming. It should be the CIA."

Jack adjusted the angle of the sight in the direction she guided, and sure enough, he saw a GMC "Yukon" coming at a speeding speed. The Cooper in the car had not changed his clothes and was still covered in dust.

"Cooper is here and is expected to enter the factory in three minutes." Jack picked up the walkie-talkie and reported.

Less than a minute later, Victoria, who was in charge of the other direction, also reported, "A white extended Lincoln and two pickup trucks are entering the factory from the north."

"Pickup truck?" Jack felt relieved after hearing that. It seemed that today's matter was settled.

The worst case scenario today is that Cynthia brings a group of SWAT police to surround this place. At that time, there will be too many people and too many eyes. If there is an accidental discharge of a gun during the confrontation, the consequences will be very serious.

Even though the group of veteran agents seemed to have made a lot of noise last night, with bomb explosions and heavy machine gun fire, they were actually very measured in their actions.

During the entire process, except for a few guests in the banquet hall who were accidentally trampled in the chaos, the rest, including the bodyguards in the Bracken security team, basically only suffered minor injuries.

Reality is not like a Hollywood blockbuster where the protagonist drives a car and rams gangsters through a downtown area, causing a chain reaction. The audience doesn't care whether those unlucky innocent passers-by and drivers are dead or alive.

The old agents are just feeling lonely in their retirement life, not suffering from an old age syndrome and wanting to make themselves public enemies.

Frank came to New York to seek help from Jack, his friend with an official status, with the idea of ​​understanding the situation and solving the problem, not to fight an organization alone just because his house was demolished. After all, he didn't have a dog.

After all, the CIA is an official organization and one of the state machines of the most powerful country on the planet.

Cooper was willing to cooperate with them not only because he had a sense of justice. Perhaps there was indeed some conscience at work, but more because he was tired of always doing "dirty work" under Cynthia.

Jack's "visit" made the CIA agent realize that he was just a pawn who could be thrown out at any time, and also realized the imbalance in strength between the two sides.

This power gap is not simply reflected in the strength of the body. Of course, it was indeed scary that Jack was able to sneak into Langley smoothly and even rush into his office and beat him up.

In short, when Cooper realized what kind of people he was facing, he decisively chose to "turn to the light."

Because he knew very well that the reason why these people were still willing to sit at the poker table and face all kinds of attacks was not because they did not dare to overturn the table, but because it was not worth it to do so. At the same time, they were also very confident that they could still win even if they did not overturn the table.

The GMC Yukon drove into the empty factory and stopped in front of a large rock in the middle.

Cooper got out of the car and couldn't help twitching his eyes. He saw the dignified senator chained to a stone like a dog, shivering continuously.

Although Jack had treated Bracken's wound briefly before, the belt was still tied around his left leg as a tourniquet.

So the Senator was in an extremely miserable state at this moment. One of his trouser legs was torn open, and the other side was also hanging down, revealing his hairy legs underneath.

Frank held the gun in one hand and pulled Bracken up from the ground with the other hand, and asked coldly, "Where is my son?"

"We're on the way and will be here soon." As soon as Cooper finished speaking, the sound of a car engine came from outside the factory.

Then a white bulletproof extended Lincoln sedan drove in slowly, followed by two pickup trucks with M249 squad machine guns mounted on the rear beds.

The two pickup trucks circled the factory, as if checking for an ambush, and then stopped on the left and right in front of and behind the Lincoln, with the muzzles of the M249s pointed at the three people in the middle.

The door of the Lincoln opened, and Cynthia got out first. She pulled out a pistol and pointed it into the car, then escorted Cassel out in handcuffs.

"What's going on?" Cooper pretended to be surprised. It was obvious that the people Cynthia brought had nothing to do with SWAT, and they were not even CIA personnel.

At this time, the third person got out of the Lincoln car. He was Alexander Denning, a former CIA officer, current arms dealer, and Bracken's collaborator.

The old man was no longer as timid as before. The smug expression on his face fully demonstrated what it meant to be a villain who succeeded. "Well, you're surprised to see me again, right, tough guy?"

"Alexander!" Bracken, who saw his savior, took a half step forward, and the iron chain connected to the handcuffs made a rattling sound. "Whatever he wants, give it to him. I've had enough.

It was you, not me, who ordered the massacre of the locals in Guatemala because they refused to cooperate in growing coca, and I don’t want to have anything to do with it anymore.”

Denning impatiently took the pistol from the bodyguard, loaded it with a click, and shot Bracken in the chest. "Idiot, I gave the order, but you were the one who did it."