Black-Haired Internal Revenue Service SWAT Agent - Chapter 255



Only Krnovel

Late-night highway chase

Monte immediately grasped the situation and aimed his machine gun at the driver’s window.

However, the culprit in the patrol car was faster than the veteran mafia gunman.

“Shh!”

As the bizarre masked man threw something into the car of the gang members, someone shouted.

Immediately afterwards, a loud explosion filled the car.

Phew!

As the flash grenade exploded, Monte’s subordinate, who was holding the steering wheel, instinctively came to an abrupt stop.

Since I couldn’t see anything, I just stepped on the brake pedal.

While the members of the organization inside the car were panicking and panicking, the patrol car suddenly slowed down to match their speed.

Just before their SUV came to a stop, the man in the patrol car thrust a sawed-off shotgun out the window.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three slugs destroyed the driver’s side tire.

Immediately afterwards, the patrol car accelerated rapidly and drove towards the trailer truck, leaving them behind.

Moments later, before the patrol car caught up with the trailer truck, it began to lurch from side to side.

This is because another security vehicle in front of the truck overturned on the road shortly after being hit by flash grenades and bullets.

As the trailer truck narrowly avoided the overturned SUV, highway patrol cars in front and behind quickly approached the truck.

The truck fired grenades at the patrol cars driving alongside it on the left, but the patrol cars adjusted their speed to avoid collisions.

Then, from the passenger seat of the rear patrol car, a shotgun was protruding out the window again.

A red laser beam from the shotgun of the masked man wearing President Clinton’s mask appeared on the driver’s side mirror, followed by the sound of a gunshot.

pop!

A single shot shattered the side mirror, followed by a red laser beam pointed at the truck driver.

The truck driver, who immediately understood the situation, extended one hand outside the car to indicate that he would not resist.

Moments later, the lead vehicle among the patrol cars that had been parked close to the left of the trailer truck sped up and overtook the truck.

Then, from the driver’s side, a man wearing a President Reagan mask reached out of the car.

Then, he made a hand signal for the crew member driving the truck to follow his vehicle.

After changing from lane 2 to lane 3, the patrol car, which had been running for about 500 meters, soon headed toward the highway exit.

Then, the trailer truck also slowed down and followed the vehicle.

Behind the truck, another patrol car followed along, keeping its distance.

Moments later, the three vehicles exited the highway and disappeared into a quiet section of road.

“What the hell!”

Campbell threw the glass of whiskey he was holding onto the floor.

Even as debris shattered from the floor and flew into people’s faces, his entourage watched him without moving.

Campbell shouted at the smartphone on speakerphone on his desk.

“So, you’re looking for a truck?”

His question was answered by Sean Monte, a security guard at the Durex Corporation on the I-94 freeway.

“There’s a huge highway patrol presence in this area. So, our vehicles are turning around and taking the road toward Michigan City.”

“Then what are we going to do with our truck?”

“The highway patrol helicopter is also circling the area, so we can’t go looking for them right now…”

Campbell shouted at his aides without even listening to his explanation.

“Call in all our personnel and assemble them. Then send everyone to the spot where that punk Monte lost his truck, leaving only the bare minimum to guard our vault.”

Then, Campbell’s right-hand man and accounting expert, ‘Frankie Jones’, responds cautiously.

“Boss, no matter how urgent it is, moving our kids now… is just drawing unnecessary attention from the FBI and CPD, who have been watching us for weeks. If things go wrong, it will be the same as giving them a pretext to investigate our hacking business in addition to the warehouse that was raided.”

At those words, Campbell became even more enraged, and shouted with the blood in his throat rising.

“So, you’re saying we should give up all the trucks and hackers that have our hacking facility in them? Even though the FBI and CPD are watching us, they can’t deploy their manpower to the I-94 area faster than we can. Before they can respond, all we have to do is find our trucks and get out.”

Campbell shook his fist in the air and shouted, but his aides did not respond and just looked at him.

“Gooo! Gooo! Gooo!”

He shouted at the Cobalt team members as they came out of the armory with guns and tactical gear.

The Cobalt team members who have been waiting all day finally find the gun and go out.

The Cobalt team members take the elevator first to the helipad on the top floor of the federal building.

I was reviewing case files with Torres until late at night, and unexpectedly ended up going out with him.

Moreover, Torres is accompanying us on this late-night mission, carrying a bulletproof vest and an M4 rifle.

“Nick (Agent Torres)! It’s already cold, and it’s going to be freezing cold if you take a helicopter. Do you want to come with me? We can monitor the situation with our helmet cam footage from here in the office. Don’t be a jerk.”

I asked, wearing my bulletproof plate carrier and stuffing flashbang grenades, smoke grenades, and tear gas into the compartments.

Then Torres answers while inserting three 5.56mm magazines into the storage compartments of his body armor.

“Hey, since your (Cobalt) team is going to be borrowing our FBI SWAT helicopter to go on a mission anyway, one of our (FBI) liaison agents needs to accompany them. So, don’t pick a fight with me going with you.”

As I put on my tactical backpack and hurried toward the elevator room, Torres followed behind me, carrying an M4 rifle.

Before reaching the elevator, Torres receives a phone call from someone and relays the call to me as soon as he gets to the elevator.

“Our monitoring team has an update. Russell Campbell’s men are now leaving on I-94. At least 20 gunmen, split into 8 vehicles, leaving from 3 different locations at the same time…”

I talked to Torres while waiting for the elevator to come down to the basement.

“How can this guy named Campbell, who has our federal agencies and the Chicago police watching him, just walk away like this? Why haven’t we caught this sloppy guy yet?”

Torres snickers and answers my question.

“Kim, you’re overlooking one important fact… In both the warehouse raid and these truck raids, Durex Corporation is not the suspect. They’re the victim. I don’t know, but most of the guys heading out on I-94 right now have firearms licenses. They’re probably going to protect their company’s vehicles from cargo hijackers. So, the situation is not that simple.”

I realized the situation belatedly and laughed.

Soon the elevator arrived and as I was about to go inside, Torres suddenly grabbed my arm.

Catch.

“what’s the matter?”

“Did you understand what I said, Kim?”

“What are you talking about?”

Torres spoke to me as he held down the ‘open’ button on the elevator door.

“We’re going to secure evidence from the trailer truck, not to wipe out Campbell’s men there. So, you have to be very careful not to get into a gunfight. If you mess with the Cobalt team, it’ll affect the joint investigation we’re currently working on. Got it?”

I nodded dryly and headed into the elevator.

But then the banana muffin ghost pulls me out again and screams.

“You understand, you lunatic?”

“Okay! Okay, let’s get on the elevator.”

As soon as I got on the elevator with Torres, I pressed the rooftop button.

Then, the high-speed elevator started moving right away and I let out a short sigh.

And then he suddenly remembered something and said it to Torres.

“Now that I think about it, Nick, you’re not coming with me as a liaison, you’re coming with me to keep an eye on me so I don’t end up shooting all the guys and blowing up the truck, right? Those damn FBI guys.”

As I finish speaking, Torres snickers and gives me his middle finger.

Two men wearing President Reagan masks watched the roadway around the trailer.

And the guy wearing the mask of President Clinton and the guy wearing the mask of President George W. Bush were inside the trailer, pointing their guns at the hackers, and doing something special.

Now, Campbell’s hackers were working to hack into the accounts in the memo they had handed over.

“We can work with 8 out of 10 accounts. Where should we move the money in these accounts?”

The hackers’ leader, Kyle Stewart, asked the Clinton masked man:

Then he answered by stabbing Stewart in the back with the muzzle of a MAC-10 submachine gun equipped with a silencer.

“You can just transfer it to the accounts on the back of the memo.”

Stewart flipped over the note on the work console.

Then, just as he was about to show it to his fellow hackers, who were busily moving their fingers left and right, he stopped.

All he was looking at were overseas accounts secretly managed by Russell Campbell, the CEO of Durex Corporation.

These were secret account numbers known only to three people: Campbell, Stuart, who led the hacker team, and Frankie Jones, Campbell’s right-hand man and the person in charge of all accounting manipulation and money laundering.

He first shared those accounts with his colleagues, but soon other hackers who had no idea what was going on began to tilt their heads.

A group of men wearing strange masks have stopped the operation of those who were trying to steal all of the deposits by hacking certain accounts.

Then, they were demanding that the hackers hack into accounts they had never seen before and transfer millions of dollars in deposits from those accounts to secret accounts belonging to the hackers’ boss, Campbell.

The five hackers continued to hack, keeping an eye on each other as if the situation was incomprehensible.

“Transfer completed from 3 accounts!”

“Transfer completed from 2 accounts!”

The two hackers completed the transfer of cash from their own accounts to Campbell’s fictitious account, then looked around for the masked men.

Although he was wearing a highway patrol uniform, his identity was unknown because he was wearing a large mask on his head.

However, the bad guys knew very well whether or not the hackers’ every move was related to their orders.

So whenever the hackers tried to do something wrong, he threatened them with a machine gun equipped with a silencer.

“Transfer completed from 2 accounts!”

When another hacker reported that his hack was complete, Stewart hurried to get back to work.

With his colleagues and the assailants all staring at him, he was operating the keyboard and mouse in a more tense state.

But a moment later, the sound of a helicopter began to be heard from above the bridge tunnel where the trailer truck was entering.

Unlike the sound of the highway patrol helicopter that could be heard from far away, this helicopter sounded very close.

That’s why hackers and even masked criminals shook their heads and reacted.

Immediately afterwards, a man outside the truck opened the rear trailer door and shouted.

“This is not a highway patrol helicopter, this is a federal assault helicopter! We need to get out of here!”

At those words, one of the assailants behind the hackers shouted at the hackers.

“Everyone get out of the trailer! Now!”

As he stabbed the hackers in the back with the barrel of his gun, the hackers got up from their computer consoles in panic.

After all the hackers got out of the trailer, they were taken to one end of the bridge by other thugs.

As they and the truck driver reached the end of the bridge, the Clinton-masked man who had remained at the entrance took something out of the backpack he was carrying.

What he took out were two incendiary grenades.

He pulled the safety pin of an incendiary grenade and hurled it toward a large console housing hacking computers and satellite communications equipment.

He threw both shots inside and quickly ran away to put some distance between himself and the trailer.

But as soon as he emerged from the tunnel, a powerful searchlight beam from above struck him.

Phew!

Black smoke poured out of the tunnel along with the sound of a soot bomb exploding.

As the explosion occurred, the assailant who had thrown himself onto the bridge deck got up again, and the helicopter, which still had its searchlight shining on him, began broadcasting a warning.

“We are federal agents! Drop your weapons and get down where you are right now! Or we will use force to stop you!”