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

Chapter 254 Sniper Killing

"Are you going to circle up from the west?" the sheriff asked Harris.

"If he is indeed on the northern ridge, he will see it more clearly from the east. There is also a cliff there with a gentle slope, a suitable height, and a wide enough view."

Jack chose to believe Harris' judgment. After all, the sheriff said before that the militia had used this place as a shooting range before.

"Put on the walkie-talkie and set the channel to 23. The police chief and I will go to attract his attention head-on. Jack, please take your position and make a report. The others will pass through the middle and go up the gentle slope from the north. Pay attention to concealment and get as close to him as possible. "

While talking, Hotchner put plates on his body armor, leaving the most dangerous work to himself.

"I'll go with you." Rossi smiled and took out a box from the trunk and opened it to reveal a pair of sneakers.

Reid glanced curiously at the HK417 in Jack's hand, and at the same time tightened the wooden gun case hanging around his waist, only to be spotted by Harris.

"Let me give you a suggestion, little bamboo pole, the way you equip your gun is almost like asking someone to take it away." Harris sneered.

Hotchner unceremoniously helped Reid fight back, "The last person who thought so was shot in the head by him, right in front of my eyes."

Others also glared at the old militia leader who spoke unabashedly with unkind expressions. Although they all liked teasing Red, they would not sit back and watch him be bullied by an outsider.

Reid didn't care, and didn't even respond to Harris. Instead, he joked with Hotchner, "Actually, I've been trying to tell you that I actually aimed at his feet that time."

Jack gave him a thumbs up, awesome, this kid dares to joke with Poker Face Hotchner now.

Emily happily pushed him, and together with Jiejie, the three of them walked along the path towards the gentle slope to the north.

Jack drove and took Rosie and Harris to the east cliff. The slope here was really gentle. He drove the car until it was halfway up the hillside before stopping.

"It's right here, the angle is just right. I once killed a gray wolf here."

Harris, who was walking in the front, picked up a prairie rattlesnake with a wooden stick without changing his expression, and then fell into the withered grass.

As he said before, the view here is really good, and you can have a panoramic view of the situation on the top of the cliff opposite.

The distance between the two sides did not exceed 300 meters. Jack lay beside Harris, and he could clearly see the opponent's face through the scope.

Henry Foster pushed a beautiful girl to the ground and tied her up with a rope.

"Hodge, we're ready." Rosie lay beside Jack and said through the intercom.

"He really turned himself into Francis Goering."

Jack noticed that Henry Foster had torn off the bandage on his face, revealing a fresh wound underneath, exactly the same as the scar on Francis Goering's face.

On the other side, Hotchner was already in place. He held a loudspeaker and directly shouted the name of Francis Goering, not Henry Foster, to the top of the cliff.

"Francis Goering, can you hear me? Channel 2, let's talk."

Rossi also adjusted the intercom to channel 2. Henry Foster was indeed carrying a police intercom, and everyone heard his voice clearly.

"Yes, I can hear it. This is my territory, not yours. Get out of here, or she will die."

"Fuck, you son of a bitch and that girl are too close, I can't aim." Harris cursed under his breath.

"Jack?" Rosie looked at Jack.

"It's difficult. The wind speed is at least level 5, but it's not a big problem. Don't worry. He hasn't gotten nervous yet. Let Hotchina attract his attention and keep him as far away from the girl as possible."

Rossi nodded, turned the channel back to 23, and whispered a few words to the sheriff next to Hotchner.

Jack looked down. On the path to the right, the three members of Jiejie and the two local police officers were still trudging hard. It would take at least ten minutes to reach a relatively close distance.

Under the cliff on the left, Hotchner stood in the middle of the open space with his hands raised and only a walkie-talkie.

"I just want to talk to you."

"You want to talk? Then let's talk! But if you dare to get close, she will be shot, do you understand?" Henry Foster on the top of the mountain roared loudly on the intercom, and his emotions began to get excited.

"She'll be the first to die, understand?"

"During the Ruby Ridge incident, was your FBI policy also to kill without mercy?" Harris suddenly said.

Jack said nothing, knowing that the person he was asking was Rosie, who was about the same age as him.

"It wasn't then, but it is now." Rossi glanced at him and answered his malicious question head-on.

"So I'm now where you were at the beginning, am I?" Harris' tone was a little self-deprecating, as if he had just discovered that he had become a disgusted federal lackey.

"Come on, Harris, you know this is different from 30 years ago." Jack wanted to save Rossi, but this guy was obviously trying to change his concept.

"I was at the scene and was one of the six negotiators sent to negotiate." Rossi unexpectedly told the truth.

"It was a tragedy. The sniper did not receive the order to shoot. Of course, this is not to shirk responsibility. I was just stating the facts, and now, I order you to shoot."

"The lunatic on the opposite side cannot be captured alive. Hodge is using his life to attract the attention of the other party, so he shoots when the time comes."

"I have to admit, no matter the kid next to you, or you, including the injured beautiful girl, and the guy who likes to have a straight face, they are all good people. The matter is over, you are welcome to my bar Sit down."

Harris stopped talking nonsense and started aiming intently.

On the other side, Hotchner was still talking, "We know you. When you were 15 years old, you were kicked out of the house by your father. He was a bad alcoholic and he abandoned you."

"Since then, you have been in and out of prison many times, and your life was like death, until Francis took you in, but I am curious, did he know that you are a 'give', and has been secretly loving him?"

"Shut up! You bastard!" Henry Foster yelled, his voice echoing in the valley.

"Don't be captured alive, but be remembered by the world." Then he muttered to himself from the walkie-talkie.

"Let go of that girl, I will give the order to clear the place, just the two of us, let's have a good talk, there is no need to go to that step." Hotchner was still chattering, exposing himself to an assault rifle less than meters away on the open space.

"Shut up, it has to be done, it has to be done"

Henry Foster slammed the girl under his knees, straightened his upper body, raised the AR-15 in his hand, and was about to fire at Hotchina.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The two shots sounded almost simultaneously.

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