Black-Haired Internal Revenue Service SWAT Agent - Chapter 252



Only Krnovel

The Third Organization

“Three! Two! One! Execute! Execute!”

At my direction, the Bearcat, with Deputy Chief O’Connor at the wheel, sped off toward the other side of the warehouse loading dock.

Then, the large shutter door between the loading dock and the warehouse, which was connected to the Bearcat body with a thick chain, was completely torn off.

The warehouse we raided, like most warehouse buildings, had its first floor raised more than a meter above the ground to facilitate unloading of cargo.

So, since our armored vehicles couldn’t get through the loading dock door like they always did, we used the same method as before.

Earlier, when they were dispatched, CPD detectives said that this warehouse building was where Al Capone hid his shipment of bootleg alcohol from Canada in the 1930s.

It’s a ‘fucking’ honor to invade and destroy such a historical place in the 21st century.

As soon as the shutters were ripped open, Preston and Lambert aimed their M32 grenade launchers at the warehouse and fired flash grenades.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

A total of 12 flash grenades fell one after another over a 30-meter stretch from the warehouse entrance to the interior.

Boom! Puff puff! Puff puff! Puff puff! Boom!

As large vans and trucks unload boxes of cash here at the loading dock, forklifts move them inside, and flash grenades explode in the path of the forklifts.

But, it’s still quiet, with not a single one of them running towards us and shooting.

What is this atmosphere where not a single ant can be seen?

But for now, let’s go in and see if there’s a Terminator or Godzilla hiding deep inside.

“Gooo! Gooo! Gooo!”

Me, Strauss, and Lambert ran into the warehouse hallway with our bulletproof shields.

Now that I carry this heavy shield so often, I can carry it like a shopping cart from Korea Seoul Mart, filled with Chamisul and Chumchurum.

However, even today, the shield I’m holding must not become a giant magnet that attracts their bullets!

Behind us, holding our shields, Decker, Strauss, and Preston are running close together, each in a firing stance.

Even though we were running along a 30-meter stretch lined with five forklifts, no one attacked us.

And behind us, we hear the sounds of uniformed and plainclothes Chicago Police Department officers moving in, securing the area.

Here, we’ve come all the way inside, and still haven’t fired a single shot.

Is this possible?

Still, I can’t let my guard down.

“Enter the warehouse! Cobalt Team, go! go! go!”

Before entering the 300-pyeong first floor interior, I called the Cobalt team waiting at the back door of the warehouse.

Immediately, an explosion was heard on the opposite side of where we had entered.

Phew!

It’s the sound of a giant steel fire door being blown open with an explosion.

Five team members led by Team Leader McGraw and CPD officers armed with M4 rifles are about to advance towards them, launching a joint attack from both sides.

If our projections are correct, this vast warehouse space will house facilities and dozens of people who check, distribute and hide millions of dollars of dirty money.

Of course, including those who will shoot us to protect them~.

Now, one of two things will happen: either we arrest them all without bloodshed and seize millions of dollars, or we engage in a fierce gun battle with the guys.

“Cobalt One! We’ve entered the warehouse! We’re proceeding without resistance so far!”

I responded immediately to Team Leader McGraw’s report.

“It’s Wizard Zero (Kim Tae-sik)! The Gold Team is about to enter the warehouse! They are still proceeding without resistance!”

However, right after I said that, I and all of our Gold Team members stopped in amazement at the sight before our eyes.

“What the~?”

It was a situation where these words just came out automatically.

Inside the warehouse, six containers were placed in a line lined up with the movement of the cash boxes.

And nearby were tables with counters for counting bills, large calculators, laptops, and dozens of other devices.

But it wasn’t those sights that took us all by surprise.

What stopped us in our tracks was the sight of middle-aged men and women in bikinis and boxer briefs sitting tied up in front of them in this cold Chicago weather.

The same was true of about 30 people and members of an organization that seemed to be guarding this place.

“What the heck… is this situation?”

Team Leader Hancock, who joined our team late, muttered.

After a while, the financial crime investigation team members also repeat our previous lines.

“What the fuck~?”

About 50 Drex Corporation cashiers stand there, their hands and feet bound with rope, flex cuffs, and duct tape, staring at us.

In front of the guys wearing old-fashioned bulletproof vests and radio earsets, there were guns lying around, but they weren’t just lying around, they were completely disassembled.

As I approach, the breech-loading mags from the machine gun’s bolt catch my foot.

Why on earth are the bullets that should be in the guns of the guys guarding the warehouse just lying around on the ground like cigarette butts in the street…

As the other team members approached me, I suddenly heard the sound of bullets ticking under their feet.

What the hell happened here?

* * *

After our Gold Team and Cobalt Team had verified that the people were restrained and armed, the Chicago Police Department and our Criminal Investigation Bureau agents entered the warehouse.

They searched all the containers and vaults, and after a while their report was just as shocking as the sight inside the warehouse.

“No fucking dollar!”

After hearing a report from our Criminal Investigation Division members who have an incredible nose for the smell of money, Team Leader Hancock speaks to us and the members of the Financial Crimes Investigation Team.

“What do you mean, Team Leader?”

Inspector Stevens approaches the financial crimes investigation team members who are taking pictures of the faces of each person being held captive with their smartphones and asks,

At those words, Team Leader Hancock raises both hands and speaks again.

“There’s not a single dollar left in this warehouse, saggi (slant)!”

“What does that mean? All our sources have reported similar amounts, and it’s at least $2.8 million.”

Soon, a team leader from the Chicago Police Department’s intelligence division came out with a laptop and joined our conversation.

“Here, looking at the records left on the accounting calculators and laptops, it looks like the money came in yesterday and today. It looks like they checked and recorded the amount up to $1.91 million…”

I remembered the CCTV cameras inside and outside the warehouse that I had checked with my team members, so I asked the information officers right away.

“Have you checked the CCTV footage from the warehouse?”

He responds by pointing to one of the containers.

“CCTV cameras and monitors are still attached inside and outside the warehouse, but the storage devices connected to them have all been torn off. Only the cables remain, and the hard disk storage devices are…..”

At this point, if we can’t come to the conclusion that this warehouse was robbed by another group of guys before we raided it, it’s proof that the brain is just for interior design.

“Damn, the CPD undercover team has been monitoring the streets around the warehouse for the past few days, how could this happen?”

As I asked with a bewildered expression, Sergeant Stevens, who had been on the phone with someone, answered belatedly.

“According to the undercover team reports, there hasn’t been anything unusual besides trucks periodically coming and going from the warehouse, Kim.”

“Then, who stole all that money without anyone knowing?”

Decker asked Stevens, flashing his trademark poker face, but he simply shrugged his shoulders as if he had no idea.

How do you say in English that it’s a ghost’s fault?

Moments later, dozens of conscripted officers enter the warehouse and begin to drag the captured Drax Corporation members and the part-time workers who manage the money out.

Three buses came to take away so many people who were being held captive.

I, Team Leader Decker, Team Leader McGraw, Team Leader Hancock, and Sergeant Stevens watched them being taken away in silence.

It seems certain that everyone is having the same thought in their head as they look at that sight.

Clearly, this place was ransacked by a third party whose existence we didn’t even know existed.

It could be other street gangs, or it could be guys associated with the ‘Outfit’ (the Chicago Mafia).

Ah~.

Anyway, I instinctively feel that this incident is not one that can be passed over quietly.

If I make a mistake, I might unintentionally run into the Chicago mafia.

* * *

When I got home from work, it was almost 9 o’clock at night.

When I looked out the front of the house, the Enzo was gone and instead parked was a Ford Explorer SUV that Claire had borrowed from the Chicago Police Department.

After disabling the security device on the first floor door and entering the stairwell, I hear the sound of a recorder on the second floor.

As I watched him play a song that seemed like it came out of a school music book on a recorder, I realized that Yeong-suk, the eldest sister of the tailor shop owner, and Yeong-jin were visiting.

“Hey, Florida Queen!”

As I climb the stairs and call out to Claire, I immediately hear her voice.

“Hey, Chicago Hot Shot!”

Let’s go up to the second floor and see, as expected, Youngjin is there to visit.

I was 100% sure it was the banana kick the kid had brought because I could smell it even before we reached the second floor.

Claire is standing at the kitchen sink, drinking coffee, and Youngjin is standing at the dining table, playing a recorder.

As always, he’s blowing into the recorder through one nostril instead of his mouth.

Claire is listening to the guy playing that song, not knowing that he’s going to charge her a dollar.

I walked over to my bed and put down my backpack and laptop bag.

I take off my jacket, scarf, and mask and hang them on a hanger, but there’s a bag on my bed.

However, just by looking at the shape of the bag, you could tell what was inside.

I don’t know why this scary female federal agent put an M4 rifle on my bed.

I turned my gaze toward the kitchen in surprise, and Claire gestured for me to wait a moment as if she knew what I was going to say.

Then, when Youngjin finishes playing the recorder, Claire responds with exaggerated applause.

“Thank you, Youngjin! That’s great!”

Claire gives Youngjin two dollars and compliments him in Korean.

Then, the sassy elementary school kid shook Claire’s hand politely, took off the baseball cap he was wearing, and greeted her politely.

“Youngjin, tell your mom about the money and spend it! Got it?”

“What did you say, Taesik?”

This USA food guy pretends not to understand Korean when adults say things he doesn’t want to hear.

“Make sure to tell Mom about the allowance Claire gave you before you use it!”

“Huh? What did you say?”

“Hey, you punk!”

When I shouted, Yeong-jin motioned for me to stop nagging and ran down the stairs.

After Youngjin leaves, a notification sound of the security device operating is heard.

It was only then that Claire approached me and explained to me about this automatic rifle.

“There are three spare magazines inside the gun carrier, as well as one flash grenade, one smoke grenade, and one tear gas grenade. I think we should keep them here for emergencies.”

Even if you are a federal agent, keeping an automatic weapon in your home is another matter.

I was surprised by that and asked right away.

“What do you mean? What emergency?”

“The Mexican Cartel might come after us. We’ve already been beaten by them twice. Are we just going to sit back and let them beat us this time?”

Damn, it’s horrible to even think about.

It’s not that far along yet, but Claire seems quite anxious.

As expected, Claire’s expression suddenly darkened and she took on an expression that is not usually seen on her face.

I took Claire’s hand and said.

“Nothing has happened yet. Don’t worry. Sergeant Miller says that my information was recovered before it was passed on to the Cartel, and even if it was passed on to them, it hasn’t been updated for a long time, so I think we can wait and see.”

Claire also said she often received threats or intimidation from CBP Air Enforcement agents after they intercepted and confiscated their cargo.

However, perhaps because they had never experienced a bomb explosion or an American anti-tank rocket in their home like mine, they seemed to be taking my case very seriously.

Along with that, I am starting to feel anxious too.

But Claire holds my hand tightly and speaks carefully.

“Kim, have you ever thought about doing something else?”

The moment I heard those words, I shut my mouth and stared at Claire quietly.