Black-Haired Internal Revenue Service SWAT Agent - Chapter 262



Only Krnovel

Gang Wars

After the Grandpa Task Force moved into the FBI safe house, we gave up on leaving work and went into standby mode in the underground SWAT headquarters.

According to Torres, the Chechen Mafia and the Chicago Outfit have already begun to move in on the grandpas’ work.

There are even rumors going around that there’s a bounty on Russell Campbell’s head, so something big is about to happen.

Supporting my guess, the DEA wiretapping team monitoring the Chechen mafia has detected ominous signs and contacted the FBI here this morning to discuss a joint investigation.

It was quite exciting to see that the giant, dinosaur-like crime syndicates that dominate Chicago were moving one by one due to the stones that these four special old men carelessly threw.

The Chicago Police Department’s Gang Unit is on high alert as these massive gangs appear set to bite, scratch and crush each other, so something fiery is sure to happen soon.

Given that FBI SWAT teams just borrowed 1,600 rounds of 5.56mm (HK416 rifle) and 4.6mm (MP7 submachine gun) ammunition from our armory, it’s only a matter of time before my guess becomes reality.

Gold Team and Cobalt Team, all on standby, staying in the office, break room, and gym.

People cleaning guns, people playing chess, people watching historical documentaries and sitcoms on their smartphones and tablets – the old men seemed to control their tension and boredom in different ways.

I us

I opened the office door, stood in the doorway, and stared at them.

Soon, Team Leader Decker, who was pouring new coffee behind me, spoke to me.

“Team Leader, didn’t you say you had something to ask me earlier? When the old people aren’t with us?”

I turned my head over my shoulder and stared at him, trying to remember what was happening.

He took a sip of his coffee, then came over and grabbed mine.

I nodded to him, accepting the take-out coffee cup.

Then I asked him a question that just occurred to me.

“What the hell are those damn former President masks? Why would they wear such stupid… when there are smaller, more concealable masks…”

“It symbolizes the supreme commanders of the US military who gave orders to the Pops (senior special forces) when they were in their prime.”

I nodded my head at those words.

Mr. Decker also smiles as if he finds it funny and continues his explanation.

“The oldest and most senior, Old Man Duran and Old Man Danny Hill, peaked their military careers during the Reagan administration, Old Man Harry Barnes served during the George W. Bush administration, and the youngest, Matt Sheldon, served during the Bill Clinton administration. That’s, like, a black joke.”

He says that and smiles even brighter.

“Of course, they are all old people who did something back then, right?”

“That’s right. Danny Hill, the junk shop owner, was the ground operations team leader for the Son Tay POW camp rescue operation (an operation to rescue American POWs held in a POW camp near Hanoi, North Vietnam) just before the end of the Vietnam War in the 1970s, and in the mid-80s, he was a veteran of SEAL Team 6 (a special task force of the US Navy Special Warfare Group, the predecessor of DEVGRU) who infiltrated the presidential palace of Libyan dictator Field Marshal Gaddafi and left a warning sign.”

“And the other one, Harry Barnes?”

“He was the leader of the team that captured the local dictator, General Noriega, when we invaded Panama in 1989 and brought him to the FBI and US Marshal waiting at the US military base.”

Decker was about to finish speaking when he thought of something else, and he held up his finger.

“And two years later, during the first Gulf War, he was the leader of the task force that carried out a deception operation that made it seem like the coalition forces were going to make a large-scale landing operation on the coast of Kuwait. At that time, his team’s operation worked, and three divisions of the Iraqi army that were guarding the Kuwaiti border were moved there, to the coastal area, and thanks to that, the coalition ground forces successfully broke through the Iraqi army’s defenses and advanced into Kuwait.”

After all, you shouldn’t judge people by their appearance.

Even to me, who has no military experience, the stories of the elderly people who seem to spend their days playing bingo at nursing homes sound amazing.

“Damn, each and every one of these gentlemen is a chapter in a history book.”

I spoke calmly, thinking of the old people.

After that, we drank coffee in silence for a while.

Then, Team Leader Decker looks at the Cobalt team members lifting weights and barbells in the gym and says.

“I wonder, Kim, when we reach the age of those old people, whether we too will have left behind great achievements that will be talked about for ages among others.”

At those words, I told him without a second of hesitation.

“Chief! We are the founding members of IRS SWAT, and from the time we were activated until now, we have been destroying all kinds of bad guys in the eastern United States. In this way, we have ensured the safety and peace of the American people’s daily lives. Isn’t that enough of an achievement to talk about for the rest of our lives?”

Now, I remember the first time I went to Manhattan, New York with them, with a very reluctant heart, to catch the mafia boss Costello.

Not only did he take on the Russian mafia to save a food truck guy wearing a suicide vest in a federal building, but he also saved Chicago from a bombing by crazy Al Qaeda guys.

I thought of Mr. Preston playing chess against three Allied soldiers at that waiting room table and saving 22 children from a burning truck.

Isn’t this enough, enough, enough, enough?

When we become old, hunched over grandpas like the Grandpas Special Forces, are there any great stories(?) that we can look back on and smile about?

Decker looks at me with an expression that seems to say, “Huh? Not bad!” as if he agrees with what I said.

Then he raised his fist at me, and I made an exaggerated preparatory motion and lightly bumped my fist into his.

For a while after that, Decker smiled proudly like a big brother looking at his youngest brother.

But our peaceful moment didn’t last long.

The song ‘SpongeBob’ came on my phone and everyone on my team stopped what they were doing and looked at me.

I took the call on speakerphone mode amidst their tense gazes.

“Nick, are you finally ready to go?”

“Fucking A (Of course. Of course not)!”

Before the two of us could even finish our call, a dozen or so of our team members quickly headed toward the armory.

* * *

Our Gold Team and Cobalt Team’s two Bearcats are waiting in an alley a block away from where the operation is taking place.

And on West 23rd Street, near Chinatown where the operation is taking place, Russell Campbell, who has been making us shiver so far, is waiting for Torres’ team.

Campbell sits on a small park bench as the FBI surveillance drone circles him 360 degrees, and the entire team on scene watches the transmission together.

Campbell, who was falsely accused of hacking and stealing dirty money from the Chechen and Chicago mafia, made a deal with the FBI and turned himself in after half a day on the streets.

I don’t know what will happen next, but it seems that the tactics of the Elderly Task Force, which were intended to dismantle Campbell’s organization, have definitely worked.

However, the reason our two federal agents were on high alert was the presence of the Chechen mafia, who had been prowling the streets of Chicago since morning until now, looking for Campbell.

Even without that, the Red Mafia are so vicious and cruel that you could tell them to get out of the way, but they were robbed of a huge amount of dirty money by a washed-up middle boss of the mafia who isn’t even active…

The reason our IRS SWAT, along with the FBI SWAT, were mobilized here was because of a warning from the DEA, which had been monitoring the Chechen mafia.

According to warnings from your agents who have been monitoring the Chechens for months, the Chechen mafia has introduced Chinese AI facial recognition systems to monitor the streets under their control.

The Chinese government is said to be using the latest “Big Brother” technology, developed to track and monitor every living person in the capital city of Beijing, to spy on Chicago police and drug dealers sneaking in from the South Side.

Of course, by connecting the Chechen-hacked Chicago street security and traffic CCTV networks to that damn Big Brother system.

We will be able to see on the streets today whether that warning is true or not.

If that were just a rumor, then nothing would happen, but if it were true, and the Chechens tracked Campbell down here even after some time, then chaos could break out at any moment.

Far to the west, a UH-60 helicopter carrying an FBI SWAT team circles the area and waits.

Most people might not be able to hear it because of the noise from cars and other people on the road, but we could clearly hear the sound of the helicopter.

Moments later, Torres and a dozen of his agents will be moving in with Campbell in their undercover vehicle, followed shortly by our Bearcats in front and behind them.

Next, the main part of this escort operation is that the Black Hawk helicopters will join us from above and escort our convoy to the federal building.

“Wizard Zero! ‘Touch Stone (FBI SWAT)’! Operation commencement! Operation commencement! Now we will retrieve the package (Russell Kembel)!”

Torres’ voice was broadcast over the wireless network, and three FBI vehicles appeared on the screens of our smartphones as we watched.

FBI agents in plain clothes got out of two SUVs parked between the park and the road and quickly surrounded the area.

Immediately afterwards, Torres approaches a park bench and flashes his FBI badge at Campbell.

Campbell seemed to already know the face of Torres, a senior agent in the FBI’s organized crime unit, and he got up from the bench and headed toward him before Torres could even raise his badge.

“After securing the package, start moving!”

As soon as Torres and Campbell got into the bulletproof, disguised minivan taxi, the three vehicles began moving toward downtown.

Just in time, I started up our Bearcat, and the Cobalt team’s vice-captain, Karl Breecher, started up his Bearcat.

“I’m watching the drone footage of the convoy from the passenger seat,” said Team Leader Decker over the radio.

“The package convoy is now entering our block. Wizard Team, Cobalt Team, begin the process of joining, gooo! gooo! gooo!”

“Razor that, Wizard One!”

By the time Torres’ voice came over the radio, our BearCats had advanced from the alley into the street and stopped.

We saw the vehicles approaching about 300 meters in our 9 o’clock direction.

This street is already crowded because it is connected to Chinatown, but now that it is entering the early evening, there seem to be more cars and people passing by.

We kept an eagle eye on our surroundings as we watched Torres and his party approaching us from a distance, rounding a gentle curve.

Meanwhile, Strauss, who was scanning the surroundings with the scope of his sniper rifle on the gun turret on top of the vehicle, shouted urgently over the radio.

“At a distance of 160 meters from the rear of the package convoy vehicles, three cash transport vehicles appear! At a distance of 160 meters from the rear of the package convoy vehicles, three cash transport vehicles are approaching at a fierce speed!”

We didn’t even ask or say anything about the report, we just immediately jumped onto the eight-lane highway.

Wheeeeeeeeing!

The two Bearcats sped up the road toward Torres and his party, their turbocharged engines roaring in reverse.

The vehicles Strauss warned about were clearly old-fashioned cash-in-transit vans used by Chechens primarily for hit-and-run operations to wipe out rival gangs.

Meanwhile, the voices of Torres and the FBI SWAT team leader are heard together on the radio.

“Touchstone! I want you to join the scene immediately! Three cash transport vehicles from our Six are rushing towards the package!”

“Razor that! Touchstone will join the scene immediately!”

As soon as their communication was over, Team Leader Decker immediately informed Torres.

“Wizard and Cobalt are running in the opposite direction of the package convoy at 2 o’clock!”

“Roger! Come on, Fred (Chief Decker), Kim! Hurry up! Their armored vehicles are about to catch up to us!”

By the time we heard that, a dozen or so passing vehicles had swerved left and right in shock at the sight of our armored vehicles driving in the opposite direction.

Beep! Beep!

I drove the Bearcat at top speed, flashing all the warning lights and hazard lights mounted on the body of the car and emitting a digital siren sound.

I remember one day, I was speeding down the highway when the contractors from Las Palmas ambushed me.

Everything that comes into view at that moment appears in slow motion.

And for the first time in a long time, it seemed as if the buffed nerve cells in my body were starting to explode with reactions to what my five senses were detecting.