Black-Haired Internal Revenue Service SWAT Agent - Chapter 258



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Operation to track down the former president

When Matt Sheldon returned to work after receiving treatment for a cut on the lower part of his palm, all of the employees had left the office.

His security firm ostensibly managed luxury homes and downtown buildings on Chicago’s North Side, while also focusing on providing protection to VIPs from a variety of industries.

His company, whose staff mostly consists of former U.S. Special Forces and intelligence agencies, has developed an excellent reputation, winning contracts with the Chicago Police Department, the FBI, and the Department of Homeland Security.

In addition to those jobs, Sheldon’s company had another specialty: private investigator work related to cyber crime.

However, Sheldon himself could not have predicted that the time would come when he would have to use that special ability for his own benefit.

For the past three years, Russell Campbell’s organization has been hacking into the savings of veterans in federally and state-funded nursing homes in Arkansas, Los Angeles, and here in Chicago.

In the process, the law firm that managed the hidden funds and bank deposits of Sheldon and veterans who had been in contact with him for decades was also completely hacked and wiped out.

The wind caused 27 retired military personnel and police officers to sit on the street, but a more serious problem was that the nursing home that housed them and other elderly people had to close its doors.

Sheldon personally collected evidence linking Campbell’s small mafia organization to this series of hacking incidents, and provided it to the Chicago police and FBI.

However, the investigation has remained at a standstill for the past eight months.

To make matters worse, six elderly people who had been living in a nursing home penniless were nearing the point where they would have to undergo surgery for angina, retinal disease, and spinal surgery, which they had been given the opportunity to do.

There was concern that the cost of their surgery and recovery far exceeded the medical expenses supported by the state and federal governments, and that they might not be able to receive surgery if they were not careful.

Moreover, shortly after a man in his early 60s attempted suicide due to the pessimism that he might never walk again if he did not get spinal surgery in time, Sheldon and his associates ended up planning a ‘special unofficial operation’.

It was an operation to retrieve the money that was the lifeline of the veterans from Russell Campbell, the mastermind behind all these incidents.

Now Sheldon and his four elderly team members have achieved their goal in just two operations, and are awaiting the results.

However, as a long-time special forces agent and agent, I sensed one ominous feeling, and that was the wound on Sheldon’s palm.

The wound on his palm, which he couldn’t quite pinpoint but could only guess when it had appeared, made Sheldon feel constantly uneasy and anxious.

* * *

As Sheldon walked through the lobby on the first floor and toward the confidential room on one side of the second floor, his smartphone vibrated.

Immediately, I took out my phone and opened the app connected to the CCTVs. I could see that intruders were detected on both the 2nd and 3rd floors.

One was the confidential room he was heading to, and the other was the safe deposit box on the third floor.

There were three thugs inside the confidential room where the hacking facility and confidential information were stored.

The villains also knew that Selden was standing in front of the door through the CCTV screen installed inside the confidential room, and were waiting for him.

Even within the smartphone screen, the pistols they were holding, equipped with silencers, were visible.

Sheldon quickly put his smartphone into his jacket pocket.

Then, he knelt down on one knee from where he was standing and took out a MAC-10 submachine gun from the briefcase he was holding.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Sheldon fired .45 caliber bullets left and right at the door, each time blowing a hole in the fire door.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

On the other side of the door, inside the confidential room, bullets were flying at Sheldon, but Sheldon fired another round at the bullet hole.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

After finishing shooting, he stepped back to the side of the door and took out his smartphone.

All three assailants fell to the ground from his surprise attack, and he immediately entered the password for the door and opened it.

Bang! Bang!

Sheldon fired two shots into the spine of one of the men lying on the ground who was moving.

Then, one by one, the masks worn by the villains were removed.

Sheldon, who had confirmed that all three were Russell Campbell’s gunmen, was certain that the men on the third floor would soon descend on this place.

At that very moment, tactical lights mounted on guns appeared in the stairwell leading from the third to the second floor.

“Shh!”

Sheldon quickly closed the door, and almost immediately a storm of gunfire echoed through the second floor.

Bullets flew through the door and struck the wall behind them, where CCTV screens were installed.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The CCTV monitors were shattered by bullets, and the debris and sparks rained down on Sheldon, who was lying on the ground.

Even in that dizzying situation, he skillfully replaced the gun’s magazine with a new one.

He then took out his smartphone and sent a warning text message to other former presidents.

Meanwhile, the gunshots sounded closer and the sounds of people moving could be heard beyond the door.

Sheldon immediately raised the MAC-10 high with both hands and fired a stream of bullets toward the door.

Tata tata tata! Tata tata tata!

The bullet casings flew high into the air and rained down on Sheldon.

He continued to fire armor-piercing shells from left to right, heedless of the hot shell casings falling on his face and neck.

But the next moment, something he didn’t expect happened.

Kwaaang!

The massive fire door collapsed inward with a loud bang, and he immediately threw his gun away and raised both hands.

However, he was crushed by the weight of the heavy fire door that was closing in on him.

A few moments later, three or four assailants entered the confidential room and blew open the fire door.

Then, Campbell’s gunmen, nicknamed the Chicago back alley mafia, appeared before Sheldon’s eyes.

One of them kicked Sheldon in the head and then spoke loudly.

“Damn, you were the one who robbed our warehouse and our truck? And you’re the one who threw a flash grenade into our vehicle, right?”

Sheldon knew that he was ‘Shawn Monte’, leading Russell Campbell’s gunmen.

He said, pointing the gun at Sheldon’s leg.

“The boss said to bring you back alive, but he didn’t say anything about not shooting you. Since I’m not going to let you live anyway, I thought I’d at least let this out.”

Then, just as Monte was about to aim his gun at Sheldon’s leg and pull the trigger, Sheldon noticed something floating above Monte’s head, near the ceiling.

A tiny helicopter the size of a palm was floating there.

Just as Sheldon sensed something odd, something suddenly flew in and hit Monte on the back, causing him to fall to the ground.

The mafia gunman staggered, unable to even scream due to the sudden shock.

At that moment, Sheldon saw the figure on the ground, quickly shut his eyes tightly, and covered his ears with both hands.

Boom! Boom!

Two flash grenades exploded inside and outside the secret room, causing the members of the organization to stagger from the impact.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Tata tata tata tata!

A few members of the organization opened fire somewhere on the second floor, but after a while they too became quiet.

Sheldon opened his eyes belatedly to try to understand what was happening around him, but his vision was still obscured by the impact of the flashbang.

But, with my half-deaf ears, I could barely hear someone’s voice.

“Don’t move! Drop your weapons! We’re federal agents! We’re federal agents! Everybody drop your weapons!”

As we subdued the six mafia guys, this old man named Matt Sheldon came up to us and raised both his hands.

As Torres was about to show the man the warrants, he suddenly noticed the patches of each agency on our plate carriers and body armor.

Then he approaches Torres, who is wearing an ‘FBI’ patch instead of an ‘IRS SWAT’ patch, and says:

“If the FBI secures the custody of my associates, I will fully cooperate with the investigation into Durex Corporation.”

At those words, Torres, who had been holding out the warrants, became speechless and turned to me.

I kicked the mafia gunman, Shawn Monte, in the side while he was lying face down on me and hurling curses at us, and said to Torres.

“Why are you looking at me? This is the FBI show from now on.”

Then Torres quickly came to his senses and said to Sheldon.

“Who should we send our agents to? They too will be ambushed by Mafia gunmen, so you need them rescued immediately?”

Then, Sheldon sighs briefly and answers, and the content is shocking.

“I guess my colleagues will take care of themselves, so I’m asking you to protect me in relation to the investigation of Russell Campbell.”

Now, the mafia’s gunmen are barging in, and you’re protecting yourself?

I was so dumbfounded that I immediately joined in on their conversation.

“Shouldn’t we be sending our federal agents to protect your friends right now? You would be in trouble here if it weren’t for us.”

Then, a former special forces soldier and former spy who looks more like he’s in his mid-50s rather than his early 60s answers with a grin.

“I was suddenly ambushed, but my colleagues would probably have been fine if they had received my warning in time.”

After saying that, he stares at us, and we wonder what is going on.

Why on earth do all the people I meet while doing this SWAT job look like this?

Thomas Duran, a retired career soldier, sat in his wheelchair and looked down the road near the nursing home.

Beyond the expansive garden and driveway, there was a street with people and cars coming and going, but to him, who was soon approaching 80 and could not get around without a wheelchair, it seemed like another world.

The elderly people staying in the rooms on the second floor were all in similar situations.

Moreover, since the nursing home may close soon, only a minimal number of medical support staff are working on each floor, making it difficult to even move around the building at night.

It was a very lonely situation for all the old people, who had to look out the window at the outside world and then go to sleep.

For him, who remembers his days as a legendary US Army Special Forces soldier who once traveled across five oceans and six continents and executed hundreds of special operations, this prison-like life without bars was also a harsh reality.

Duran swung his wheelchair around and sat down facing the door to his room.

Then I put my hands under the blanket on my knees and listened to the sound of footsteps coming from the hallway.

Earlier, it was unmistakable that it was the sound of footsteps coming from people in a large SUV parked at the bottom of the nursing home building.

After a while, when their footsteps stopped, the door to his room opened slowly and carefully.

Then, three masked men tilted their heads as they noticed Duran looking up at them.

One of them whispered in a small voice.

“Damn, did we come to the wrong room? This old man is the same thief who robbed our cash register?”

Another person checked the name on a small plaque attached to the door.

Then, I asked Duran.

“Hey, Grams! Your name isn’t Thomas Duran, is it? You’re in someone else’s room.”

Duran answered, looking at the silent-equipped automatic pistols the masked men were holding in one hand.

“I am Thomas Duran. I believe you have come to the right room.”

Then, the three mafia gunmen whispered among themselves while Duran watched them silently.

A little later, one of them said calmly.

“Damn, let’s just do what Monte says. If we go back empty-handed, Boss (Russell Campbell) will start a fuss again, so we can’t go back like this.”

After saying that, he pointed his pistol at Duran.

“No hard feelings, Grams!”

The moment the man pointing the pistol said those words, Duran smiled at him.

Phew!

At the same time, the sawed-off shotgun hidden under Duran’s lap blanket opened fire, and the pistol-wielder was thrown backwards, struck in the stomach by a slug.

Boom! Crunch! Boom! Crunch!

Immediately afterwards, Duran, sitting in his wheelchair, fired slugs at the remaining two assailants.