Black-Haired Internal Revenue Service SWAT Agent - Chapter 256



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Operation to track down the former president

“Damn, I think something exploded in the tunnel! Did it destroy Campbell’s trailer truck?”

I stuck my head out of the plane and shouted.

Then, Team Leader McGraw used the searchlight mounted on the side of the aircraft to illuminate the tunnel entrance far below.

The searchlight on the other side of the plane illuminated the man who had just burst out of the tunnel, and Team Sniper Agent McCarthy was keeping an eye on him with his sniper rifle.

Unless the helicopter gets low enough to see inside the tunnel, there’s no way to see what’s smoking inside.

First of all, it seems like the most urgent task is to capture everyone seen below.

“This morning, our federal agents had the honor of meeting four former presidents in person. Damn it!”

Torres grumbled as he watched the masked men on the ground surveillance camera screen on the co-pilot’s side.

The four gunmen were armed with sawed-off shotguns and old-fashioned MAC-10 submachine guns, and Campbell’s men sat around them with their hands raised.

However, the assailants are not even pointing their guns at our helicopter, let alone shooting at it.

What the heck are these guys doing?

“This is your final warning! Drop your weapons and get down on the ground immediately, or I will use force to arrest you!”

Even as Cobalt Team’s deputy leader, Carl Breacher, broadcast another warning, the men remained motionless at the point where the two-lane bridge met the surface road.

Those guys, who looked like the soybean dolls from the children’s program ‘Gather Together, Dreamland’ that I watched when I was young, seemed to move so calmly even at this point.

And that looks very unpleasant.

They were so calm that it seemed like they were going about their business, often checking the position of our helicopters.

Gather around Dreamland, two out of four people take something out of a large Boston bag and backpack and start assembling it.

The remaining two maintain surveillance, taking turns looking between Campbell’s men and our helicopter.

These guys are so scared that they don’t even think about running away from Disneyland.

okay!

Then we will gladly catch you guys and kill you.

“Okay! Now let’s fire a few flashbangs and then get right into the subduing process!”

As I shouted over the team radio, Team Leader McGraw grabbed his M32 six-barrel grenade launcher.

Before the rest of the team descends the fast rope, they check the condition of their bulletproof helmets, plate carriers, guns, and tactical backpacks.

Our plan is to knock them out with flashbangs, then descend the rope from the helicopter and subdue them.

“Ready to fire flash grenades!”

Team Leader McGraw fired a green visible laser beam from the M32 launcher he was holding firmly at the intruders on the ground.

Aside from the two who were watching the helicopter and the hostages, the other two were still crouching, assembling something.

Whatever happens, we need to get down there as quickly as possible and strike them down.

I pointed around them and shouted at Team Leader McGraw.

“Fire three shots around their position first, Peter!” “Roger that!”

McGraw placed the barrel of a grenade launcher on my shoulder as I sat with my legs out on the left side of the helicopter.

Then, he held his breath and was about to fire the grenade, when suddenly the helicopter pilot shouted over the radio.

“Anti-aircraft! Anti-aircraft! I’m leaving the scene!”

“Everyone be careful! Everyone be careful!”

As the pilot and co-pilot shouted urgently, something unexpected happened to the assailants on the ground.

A flash of light appeared from something one of the men was carrying on his shoulder.

Immediately after that, as Team Leader McGraw and I quickly climbed into the helicopter, something exploded with a ‘thud’ sound about 30 meters in the air, at the 10 o’clock direction of the helicopter.

At first I was scared and thought it was a rocket, but it wasn’t.

At that point, thick smoke began to spread above the helicopter, engulfing it in an instant.

It looked like a huge net had been thrown over our helicopter.

The smoke seemed to disperse in the downdraft created by the helicopter’s rotor blades, but it only lasted a moment.

Soon the smokescreen grew much larger, engulfing the entire area.

Wooooow!

As the helicopter’s engine noise grew louder, the aircraft began to gain altitude, and the pilot and copilot began screaming frantically.

“Hold on tight! Everybody hold on tight!”

Thud! Thud!

The same sound as before was heard continuously from outside the aircraft.

At the same time, a thick smoke screen appeared above and to the right of the Black Hawk helicopter, extending toward the aircraft.

Once again our vision was blocked and the helicopter pilots were panicking at the sudden situation.

What the hell is this?

Aren’t they just some weird masked cash hijackers?

Howley Sheep!

The UH-60 helicopter continues to climb as its engines roar as if they’re going to explode.

After climbing upwards for a while, it entered a hover state at an altitude where the masked perverts were no longer visible.

I quickly checked my team members, and when I saw that there was nothing unusual, I immediately shouted over the radio.

“Secure the positions of the Tangos on the ground! Secure the positions of the Tangos on the ground, now!”

Agent McCarthy sat down on the right side of the plane with both legs out and aimed his sniper rifle at the ground.

Agent Pitts shined his searchlight towards the ground, but the helicopter was already 400 to 500 meters higher, so he didn’t expect to see anything.

As expected, their report confirmed my guess.

“We can’t get a ground situation! There’s a huge cloud of smoke spreading underneath our aircraft. What the hell is that?”

At McCarthy’s report, McGraw and I poked our heads toward the right side of the plane.

Then, you can see the smoke layer that the Black Hawk helicopter had broken through.

It was a cloudless night, but it seemed as if there were only puffy clouds floating below us.

Damn, did they just fire smoke bombs into the air?

I didn’t even know such tactical equipment existed, but those masked perverts have it?

And you shot it at a helicopter with our federal agents on board?

What the heck~.

* * *

By the time our helicopter had cleared the smoke screen and re-approached the ground, the masked perverts had already fled.

The hackers and their driver were left tied up in flex cuffs at the point where the bridge meets the roadway.

But the leader of the hackers, Kyle Stewart, is said to have been taken away by the Dreamland kids.

With the kidnapping of a top hacker favored by the Chicago back alley mafia, this case has now evolved from a cash heist to a felony kidnapping.

“This is an air-burst smoke grenade. Damn, how did they launch this? Did they build this device themselves? Shit!”

Team Leader Decker, who was watching the footage recorded on our helicopter’s surveillance equipment, said that and shook his head.

Me, Team Leader McGraw, and Torres went back into the helicopter and approached Decker in the copilot’s seat.

The still image showed a man with a bazooka-like launcher on his shoulder that fired smoke grenades, something straight out of a World War II movie.

Decker looked at the smoke grenades flying towards us once more on the small monitor installed on the copilot’s side, and then explained.

“It’s clearly an air-burst smoke grenade. It looks like they carried it around in a man-portable manner and fired it directly around the helicopter. It operates on a similar principle to the ones mounted on our US Army’s tanks and infantry fighting vehicles…”

Decker looked at the expressions on Torres’ and my faces, both of whom had no military experience, and then explained further.

“Just before our tanks are attacked by enemy tanks or infantry, we fire smoke grenades into the air around them from the tank turret. Then, the smoke screen covers the tank, and the enemy cannot see our tanks and attack them. This time, a similar smoke screen was fired around our helicopters.”

At those words, Torres, who understood the situation, said, “Jesus~.” and Mr. Decker nodded and continued.

“Not only is it a problem where they got this stuff and used it, but it’s also a problem that these strange masked tangos were prepared for aerial surveillance and tracking in advance. They’re not just a simple cash robbery gang.”

I said to Decker with a dumbfounded expression.

“Where can I get a smoke grenade launcher like this, Chef?”

“Well, I’ve only seen smoke grenades exploding around helicopters like the one in the recorded video once, six years ago in Afghanistan, and I haven’t seen anything like that since.”

“In Afghanistan?”

Torres asked Decker, handing him a takeout coffee cup he had obtained from a highway patrolman.

Then he answers while receiving his coffee.

“Our A-10 ground attack plane was shot down by the Taliban with a Man-Paz (portable surface-to-air missile), and we rushed to the scene to rescue the pilot. Later, when our helicopter with PJs (air search and rescue team members) arrived at the scene and lifted our pilot from the ground, our support planes fired air-burst smoke grenades into the surrounding valley to block the Taliban’s view.”

After listening to his explanation, I got my bearings and told him.

“After all, having a whole arsenal of airburst smoke grenade equipment is one thing, but it also means that these Tangos are familiar with special tactics that allow them to use such equipment in the field, Chief.”

Mr. Decker nodded his head slightly at my words and sipped his coffee.

This is so annoying~.

I thought they were just a bunch of robbers wearing beggar masks and stealing large amounts of cash, but what the heck is this?

As I was thinking about that and rolling my tongue in my dry mouth, someone jumped into the helicopter.

“Everyone, look at this.”

Strauss and other team members searched the area around the burned-out trailer truck, and it looks like they found something.

“Fred (Team Leader Decker)! Look at this.”

Strauss thrust what looked like some kind of machine part into the co-pilot’s seat, and Torres, McGraw, and I looked at it.

Mr. Decker handed me a coffee cup, which I took and examined.

In the meantime, Strauss explains to everyone first.

“Our former presidents are not amateurs, I guess. This part is part of a small explosive device that blew out a trailer truck lock. Look at this. It’s called a ‘fuse lighter.’”

Team Leader Decker shows us what looks like a large, charred marker, and Strauss explains the rest.

“It was clearly made by someone with professional training, not by using the crude bomb-making techniques you see on the Internet. They probably used a fuse lighter, a detonator cord, and a small amount of explosives to blow out the trailer door lock. All the hackers inside were fine.”

Now gather around. The true identity of the Dreamland guys is starting to emerge.

Mr. Decker was holding a fuse lighter and thinking about something for a while, then suddenly turned his gaze to me and Torres.

“Nick (Agent Torres)! Did any of Russell Campbell’s men get into a physical altercation with the masked men?”

Decker turns to us and asks.

When the three of us all made faces at the same time as if to ask why he was asking that, he smiled and answered.

“If these former presidents are members of the U.S. military, we might be able to identify them through the Department of Defense DNA database. Try to get hair, blood, flesh, or whatever from the masked men.”

As soon as I understood that, I jumped out of the helicopter.

He then ran towards the Chicago back-alley mafia’s men, who were heading to the convoy of the FBI’s Michigan City office.

“Wait a minute! Agents, just wait!”

He shouted at six agents wearing windbreakers with “FBI” written in large letters.

Then, the group of hackers heading towards the large transport van all stopped walking.

“We will search these people’s bodies one more time!”

After saying that, he carefully examined Campbell’s men one by one while shining a flashlight.

I first examined the face, hands, and arms.

Like in a thriller or detective movie, one of these guys gathers and starts a fight with the dreamland guys, hoping to find something, whether it be flesh or blood.

Some people might say I’m doing something stupid, but after almost getting off a helicopter hundreds of meters above the ground and risking my life, I absolutely can’t let this go.

I felt like I needed to catch the Dreamland kids with my own hands, beat them up, and then hand them over to the banana muffin fetishist (Agent Nick Torres) to feel better.

After Team Leader McGraw joined us and we examined all the hackers, I looked at the white member of the organization in his mid-to-late 40s who was driving the truck.

Then, he stopped moving while looking at the chest of this man’s jacket.

There was blood on the left side of his chest.

I immediately looked at his face and both hands and asked.

“This blood! Whose blood is this?”

When the old man tilted his head at my words, I shook his arm roughly and asked again.

“Damn, whose blood is this?”

Then, he flinches and answers while looking at the other FBI agents around him.

“Clinton! When the guy in the Bill Clinton mask tried to drag me out of the driver’s seat, I swung my knife, and he must have cut himself a little when he snatched it from me. He took my knife with him, and this bloodstain is from when he dragged me out of the driver’s seat. For fuck’s sake, I didn’t even realize there was blood here until just now, so don’t bother me anymore, please.”

I quickly took off this mafia member’s jacket.

At that moment, I, Team Leader Decker, Strauss, Torres, and Team Leader McGraw looked at the bloodstain on this jacket with eyes that were shining with arrogance.