Black-Haired Internal Revenue Service SWAT Agent - Chapter 263



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Deadly Race

Armored vehicles were simultaneously approaching from both sides of the road, between the minivan taxi carrying Torres and Campbell.

Thud! Puff puff! Thud! Thud!

In addition, a Chechen man, about 100 meters away, fired an AK rifle at us from the passenger seat of his vehicle.

As bullets struck our front window, tiny cracks scattered in all directions from the impact trajectories.

At the same time, surrounding vehicles that had been hit by the grenade stopped in surprise, and the vehicles following behind rear-ended them, creating chaos in an instant.

“Wizard Three (Preston)! Take out the shooters on the cash transport vehicle side!”

As Team Leader Decker shouts into the radio, the sound of sniper rifle fire is immediately heard from the gun turret.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

50 caliber bullets flew toward the passenger seat of the cash transport vehicle following behind Torres.

Immediately afterwards, armor-piercing bullets pierced the front of their vehicle, piercing the torso of the Chechen on the passenger seat twice.

Then, the body of the guy who had been shooting the AK rifle like crazy suddenly slumped down below the car window as if he was suffering from narcolepsy.

As we drove in reverse on the third lane, the horrific scene unfolded right before our eyes, about 70 meters away, in our 2 o’clock direction.

Immediately afterwards, the lead cash transport vehicle, startled by Preston’s sniping, crossed into the first lane, at our three o’clock direction.

At that moment, the body of a Chechen man in the passenger seat falls to the road.

However, the second cash transport vehicle right behind had a hatch on its body, and a guy appeared from that side.

As the Chechen pulls out his long-barreled RPK machine gun and aims it at us, his head is blown off with a loud sniper rifle shot.

Shit, the top of my forehead just exploded and disappeared.

It seemed as if the Chechens would lose their will to fight immediately after being hit with Preston’s .50 caliber armor-piercing shells.

However, the next moment, Team Leader Decker pointed to the room right in front of us and shouted.

“Kim! Forward! Enemy vehicles directly ahead!”

I think I only watched the situation over there for 2-3 seconds, so when on earth did these guys show up?

A third Chechen cash convoy was barreling toward our Bearcat.

Without even giving a warning to the Cobalt team directly behind us, we quickly turned the steering wheel to the left, towards the 4th lane.

Immediately afterwards, a Chechen vehicle passed the Bearcat.

They were completely crazy guys who came running at us as if they were going to collide with us head-on.

Kwakwakwakwak!

Their vehicle scraped the right rear of our Bearcat and passed, while machine gun bullets rained down on us from above their vehicle.

“Ah, yuck!”

The Bearcat, which was speeding at over 80 kilometers per hour, swayed from side to side due to the sudden lane change.

I gripped the steering wheel with all my might and tried to control the car.

If I lose control of the vehicle for even a single moment here, our vehicle will flip over.

As I was struggling to keep my grip on the steering wheel, Decker ran over and grabbed the steering wheel with me.

With that, I managed to control the direction in which the Bearcat was running, and after a while, it started to slow down.

At the same time, I checked behind us through the side mirror, and damn it, what I was worried about was happening behind us.

“WHAT! The Cobalt team collided with their cash transport vehicle! The two vehicles collided!”

Again, Preston, standing on the gun turret side, shouted into the radio.

By then I had turned the Bearcat around and was running towards where the incident had occurred.

“Hey, shit!”

I found myself swearing in Korean without realizing it.

The Chechen bastards’ cash transport vehicle was overturned far ahead, and the Cobalt Team’s Bearcat was stopped behind it.

The left side of your Bearcat was hit by a cash transport vehicle, and it was completely destroyed and stopped.

At that moment, I realized that our Bearcat was a tactical armored vehicle, not the invincible latest tank of the US Army.

“Cobalt One (Chief Peter McGraw)! Seatrap (Situation report)! Cobalt One, Seatrap!”

As we approached the Cobalt team, Decker kept calling them over the radio.

People in the surrounding areas and commercial districts were also able to grasp the situation and were approaching the Cobalt Team Bearcat before the cash transport vehicle.

By the time we got there, two of the officers were being dragged out of the driver’s seat by people.

Among them, Team Leader McGraw spots us approaching slowly and immediately gestures to us.

His face was a mess, covered in blood dripping from his head, but he continued to wave at us.

The message was to not stop and follow the remaining Chechen vehicles.

Then, men wearing Chicago Bulls jerseys got off a nearby bus and started helping the Cobalt team members out.

As I passed by slowly and confirmed that all five team members were out of the car, I let out a belated sigh of relief.

“Thank God!”

Preston, who was watching them from the gun turret, could be heard muttering.

Well, now it’s time to finish what we were doing.

As I glanced at Team Leader Decker in the passenger seat, he immediately shouted.

“Gooo~! Gooo, gooo!”

I immediately stepped on the accelerator and our Bearcat started racing towards Torres and his party, who were now a few hundred meters ahead.

As we approach the overturned cash transport vehicle, a man suddenly jumps out and starts shooting with an AK rifle.

Thud! Puff puff! Puff!

The sound and vibration of rifle bullets exploding are detected at the front of the vehicle.

No matter how busy I am, I have to step on that kid and go.

I drove the Bearcat towards the Chechen, about 20 meters away, in the 10 o’clock direction, and the quick-witted guy immediately hid behind the cash transport vehicle.

However, I did not slow down, but went at full speed and soon crashed into the front of the cash transport vehicle.

Kwaaang!

The front of the cash transport vehicle swung to the left after the Bearcat hit it, striking the Chechen hiding behind it.

As soon as I saw that the thing had flown about 3-4 meters and was lying flat on the road, I immediately turned the steering wheel forward and headed forward.

Now, we must go and rescue Torres and his party, who are being pursued by two cash transport vehicles.

Just then, a black-painted FBI SWAT UH-60 helicopter flew over our heads.

As I watched them fly along the road at an altitude of about 100 meters, I thought I had located Torres and his team.

I looked at the sniper rifle barrels sticking out on either side of the helicopter and hoped that they too had the same fearsome marksmanship as our old man Preston.

Moments later, the voice of the FBI SWAT team leader is heard over our operational radio.

“Touchstone has joined the scene! Two cash transport vehicles are following the package convoy closely in lanes 1 and 2!”

I answered him after passing the five cars ahead of me, one by one, while changing lanes.

“Wizard Zero! Can Touchstone’s snipers stop their vehicles from the air?”

If the snipers over there had anti-material rifles like ours, it would be much easier to resolve the situation.

When the Chechens are thrown into confusion by the air strike, we can attack from behind and pull them away from Torres.

However, Team Leader Touchstone’s answer immediately made me sigh.

“Touchstone shooters have ‘Thirty Caliber Long Guns’ not ‘Fifty Calibers’!”

Those stupid things~.

For the past several months, whenever those FBI SWAT and DEA SRT (SWAT) in the same building see our IRS SWAT carrying M107 anti-materiel rifles, they have been sneer at them, calling it an overkill and a potential overreach.

We all know how he used to tease us by saying that we were dragging a cannon around to catch mosquitoes.

But, at this very moment, we, not them, are the ones paying the price for going out without a mosquito-catching cannon.

Even our Korean-American agent Kim Chul-jae (FBI HRT), who served in the military twice, always carries an anti-material rifle, but I don’t know why those SWAT guys look like that.

As I was about to press the headset button and start swearing, Decker, who had sensed the mood, spoke into the wireless network first.

“Touchstone! Please continue to follow the package convoy directly behind the vehicle. The Tango cash transport vehicles will be taken care of by the Wizard Team!”

I shook my head at this absurd situation and drove the Bearcat at top speed.

As a heavy armored vehicle barrels down the road at a speed of nearly 100 kilometers per hour, drivers in the surrounding lanes look at us in surprise.

Because of the high speed driving, Preston, who was crouching between me and Team Leader Decker instead of the gun turret, pointed ahead of us and shouted.

“Kim! I see their cash-in-transit vehicle in front of the red sedan and the school bus!”

About 200 meters ahead of us, a cash transport vehicle was indeed spotted.

These people may not be able to see it, but my buffed eyes could clearly see what was happening there.

Two FBI escort vehicles of Torres’ team were driving, blocking the first and second lanes of the road to prevent the Chechen vehicles from approaching.

Cash transport vehicles are also taking up space in the first and second lanes, trying to find a way out by ramming the FBI escort vehicles in front.

And to top it all off, there are four vehicles right behind each other shooting at each other.

The FBI escort vehicles’ personnel barely managed to stick their MP7 submachine guns out through the sunroof above the vehicle’s body and opened fire on the Chechens following them.

However, on top of the Chechen vehicle, near the hatch, two shooters are exposing their heads and upper bodies and firing AK rifles and AR15 rifles, seemingly unfazed by the FBI’s gunfire.

“Fuck! Chef, are you seeing what I’m seeing right now?”

At my words, Team Leader Decker opens his eyes and looks at the chaos beyond the vehicles ahead.

I overtook the vehicles in front of me and closed the distance between me and the cash transport vehicles.

As we closed the distance to about 100 meters, Decker nodded belatedly and shouted into the radio.

“Close-up firefights are taking place about 100 meters ahead between the escort vehicles and the Tango vehicles! Everyone, please prepare to provide covering fire! Now! Now! Now!”

At his warning, Preston, Strauss, and Grimes grab sniper rifles and M32 grenade launchers.

Meanwhile, I followed the cash transport vehicles to about 50 meters behind.

Then, bullets fly from the FBI guys ahead and explode in front of our Bearcat.

After I said, “Huh?”, three or four more shots were fired, and a moment later, several more bullets flew and struck the bulletproof glass right in front of Team Leader Decker.

However, our uncle is not surprised by such things and calmly looks ahead.

In the midst of this chaos, an FBI Black Hawk helicopter descends from the forward skies to an altitude of less than 100 meters and begins broadcasting a useless warning.

“We are federal agents! Two cash transport vehicles, cease fire, move to the side of the road and surrender! Or we will use force…”

Before the warning announcement could even end, a Chechen on top of a car in the second lane pointed something like a forearm-sized iron pipe at the helicopter.

I instinctively knew what kind of threat that was and immediately shouted at Decker.

“Chief! I think the Chechens on the second lane are going to open fire on the air! Helicopters, tell them to fall back!”

At those words, Team Leader Decker transmitted my warning over the radio, and two or three seconds later, the UH-60 helicopter turned sharply to the right.

Immediately afterwards, yellow sparks shot out from the iron pipe that the Chechen was holding high in the air, flying toward the helicopter.

Although it couldn’t target something like a precision surface-to-air missile, something like a huge flare still passed over the helicopter as it continued to evade to the left.

Then it rose high into the sky for a while and then exploded with a ‘bang’ sound.

Did you buy some super firecrackers from the nearby Chinatown?

Just leave those crazy kids alone!

I pressed harder on the accelerator pedal, trying to ram the cash-in-transit vehicle driving in the second lane directly in front of me.

Our Bearcat was charging at them at breakneck speed, when suddenly the armored vehicle veered into the third lane on the right, and then immediately into the fourth lane.

Meanwhile, a cash transport vehicle in the first lane crossed over to the right and ran along the dividing line between the first and second lanes.

In that state, they engage in another gunfight with the escort vehicles ahead, and this time, the guy with the RPK machine gun pours concentrated fire on Torres’ team members.

I rushed in from behind at an angle to immediately take down the machine gunner.

But then, Torres’ voice was heard over the wireless network.

“Their vehicles are approaching us! Touchstone (FBI SWAT)! Wizard Zero! What the hell are you doing? Come on!”

At that sound, I quickly turned the steering wheel to the right and moved into the third lane.

Then, a cash-in-transit vehicle appeared 140 to 150 meters ahead, rushing toward a yellow minivan taxi.

Decker seems to notice that I’m contemplating which one to destroy – the cash truck in the left lane or the cash truck charging at Torres up ahead – and he points to the far side of the three-lane road ahead.

“Come on, Kim! Protecting Nick (Torres) is more important! Push harder, push harder! Come on!”

At his words, I didn’t spit out a word and immediately stepped deeply on the accelerator pedal.

The Bearcat, which had been driving at a steady speed of about 70 kilometers per hour to secure a collision angle with the escort vehicles and the other vehicles, started to run at a frightening speed again.

We passed the escort vehicles in the left lane, accelerated to the Bearcat’s top speed of 100 kilometers per hour, and sped toward Torres’ minivan.

Damn, there are now a lot more commercial buildings on both sides of the eight-lane road.

If we make a mistake here, it seems like another huge incident will occur.

I hope no innocent Chicagoans are hurt.

Wheeeeeeeeing!

The Bearcat’s turbo engine roars as it glides forward with incredible speed, belying the weight of an armored vehicle weighing dozens of tons.

Already, about 70 to 80 meters ahead of us, a cash transport vehicle was firing at a minivan taxi in the second lane on the left.

No matter how bulletproof that camouflaged minivan is, it’s not an armored vehicle the size of a Bearcat, so it’s not going to be able to withstand rifle bullets.

No, it’s different, Torres shouts urgently into the radio again.

“Come on! All call signs! What the hell are you doing! Stop their vehicles now!”

Got it, you punk.

Right now, my brother is running like crazy to save you.

We quickly caught up with the vehicle that had been attacking Torres, and were within ten meters of it.

The guy on top of this cash transport vehicle was armed with an M4 shotgun and was busy firing at Torres’ car driving in the 11 o’clock direction, so he didn’t even notice us approaching.

Now, you will have to deal with us, not Torres.

Wheeeeeeeeing!

The moment the speedometer crossed 100, our Bearcat’s cash transport vehicle was rammed into the rear.

Kwaaaaang!

The impact causes the guy on top of their vehicle to lose his shotgun, and it hits the top of our Bearcat and flies backwards.

I continued to push their vehicle for more than 10 seconds before I slammed on the brake pedal to create some distance.

Then, their armored vehicles also lost their balance and started causing chaos by moving between three and four lanes.

“Hit it again, Kim!”

Team Leader Decker shouted at the still running guys who couldn’t find their balance, and I drove the Bearcat towards their vehicle again.

Kwaaaaang!

I hit the right rear of the cash transport vehicle that was barely maintaining its balance and immediately stepped on the brake pedal.

The next moment, the left wheels of their vehicle lift off the road and they start to perform a stunt by driving on the right wheels.

However, they couldn’t go very far in that condition and eventually their vehicle overturned to the right.

Kwakwakwakwak!

The Chechen armored vehicles continued to slide forward, sending terrifying plumes of smoke and flame into the adjacent lanes, and I quickly moved the Bearcat into the second lane.

As I passed their vehicle, still slithering away, three or four meters to the right, my heart was pounding as if it was going to burst.

Shit, I feel like this moment is really real.