Carson City, the capital of Federal Nevada, is located at the western foothills of the Nevada Mountains, 50 kiloters south of Reno, in the northwest of Las Vegas.
The city is primarily focused on industries such as mining, agriculture, and forestry trade. To the west of the city are the Nevada Mountains Ski Resort and Tahoe Lake scenic spots, both offering beautiful landscapes.
However, Luo An and the Special Investigation Team who arrived in Carson City had no intention of enjoying the scenery. After disembarking, they imdiately contacted the local SWAT team and together headed to a repair shop in the southern suburbs of Carson City.
According to Mona’s investigation, Daryll, Hubert, and Petro were currently at ho.
Two black SUVs sped forward, followed closely by a dark-coloured troop carrier.
Luo An’s SUV was in the middle, with Chenier in the back seat carefully checking her equipnt, while Mona in the passenger seat was intently tapping on the keyboard.
Following Winslow, who was driving the leading car, they turned into another intersection, Luo An asked:
"Mona, have you found any connection between Hubert’s trio and the Audel family?"
Last night, after identifying Hubert’s group as suspects in the villa case, the team mbers of the Special Investigation Team began looking for their motive.
Big Beard’s Daryll, tattooed Hubert, and clean Petro; these three lived in a world entirely apart from that of the Audel family.
Unexpectedly, within this capitalist country, it’s likely that their paths would never cross in their lifetis.
Because of the notes Pranay O’Dell wrote in that notebook, Reesi had closely searched for any connection between the Audel family and the three n to see if they or their relatives and friends had been hard by the Audels.
However, after several hours, the Special Investigation Team thoroughly checked the records of Daryll’s trio since birth and found no connection to the Audel family whatsoever.
Apart from occasionally buying so food sold by businesses owned by the Audel family.
But to kill an entire family over bad food... that reason seems utterly implausible.
"Sorry, found nothing."
Hearing Luo An’s question, Mona on the front seat shook her head and sighed, while Chenier from the back seat added:
"Once we catch these three, interrogating them might reveal the reason."
"OK."
Luo An didn’t ask further and slamd the throttle to the max, rushing past Winslow’s SUV.
A few minutes later, the three vehicles slowly stopped two streets away from where Daryll’s trio lived.
Two SWAT officers went ahead to scout the situation, while Luo An in the driver’s seat pulled out a Glock 18 and began carefully checking his gear.
"Targets spotted."
Soon, the voice of a SWAT officer rang from the communicator on Luo An’s chest:
"One target in the living room on the first floor, another in the bedroom on the west side of the second floor, both ard with handguns.
The third person not yet found."
Luo An gave a sidelong glance at Mona who was frowning and rapidly typing on the keyboard, she quickly responded:
"Street surveillance didn’t spot anyone leaving, I can’t pinpoint the third person’s exact location here, he might be in the basent."
"OK."
With ti being critical, Luo An didn’t beat around the bush, pressing the communicator, saying:
"Third person possibly in the basent, the two targets are ard, be extra cautious during the operation, and focus on searching.
Now, begin the action!"
"Understood!"
When he finished speaking, the troop carrier’s door was swiftly pulled open, and a fully-ard SWAT team, equipped with riot shields, battering rams, and rifles, rapidly advanced towards the target apartnt.
Fully ard, Luo An, Winslow, Reesi, and Chenier followed closely behind, while Mona and Michelle stayed in the vehicles, monitoring the situation and preparing to provide support.
"Split up!"
The apartnt had front and back doors; seeing this the SWAT team imdiately split into two groups, one heading for the front door, another set to block the back door.
Just as the SWAT officers holding riot shields were about to reach the front door of the apartnt, suddenly, from the communicators on everyone’s chests, ca the shouting of a SWAT officer observing from a distance:
"The target in the second-floor bedroom has spotted us! They’re preparing to attack!"
Hearing this, Luo An did not hesitate, and with a big wave of his hand:
"Breach!"
"Roger!"
The SWAT mber holding the battering ram quickly ran to the front door of the apartnt and forcefully slamd into the door without hesitation.
Boom—
The ordinary wooden door was instantly shattered, the SWAT mber with the ram swiftly retreated, and another mber holding a ballistic shield quickly moved forward, shouldering the shield to break into the apartnt, and loudly shouted:
"FBI!"
"FBI! Hands up!"
Hubert, who was watching TV and drinking beer in the living room, was startled and instinctively grabbed the handgun nearby, preparing to attack.
The SWAT mber holding the ballistic shield, seeing this, didn’t hesitate and followed the action plan, raising his rifle and firing at Hubert’s limbs.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Hubert, shot, instantly fell to the ground. Luo An didn’t waste words, gesturing with his hand for Winslow and others who entered from the back door to go upstairs to capture soone, while he quickly headed to the apartnt’s basent door.
But Luo An didn’t rush in imdiately; instead, he took out two flashbangs from his back waist.
"..."
Seeing this, Chenier and Reesi twitched their mouths, but Luo An pretended not to see and just opened the basent door and threw in two flashbangs.
The mont the flashbangs entered the basent, a curse suddenly ca from inside:
"Fu-k!"
Boom!
Boom!
A second later, the flashbangs exploded, and the cursing stopped imdiately. Luo An grinned, quickly pulled open a door, and rushed down the stairs.
At the bottom of the basent stairs, a young white man with a sar of black dust lay quietly on the ground.
Luo An took out the handcuffs, locked up the young white man, and handed him over to Reesi and Chenier, then quickly left the basent and headed to the second floor of the apartnt.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
At that mont, in the bedroom on the left side of the second floor, Big Beard Daryll was constantly firing outwards, while Winslow and two SWAT mbers took cover in a diagonally opposite position.
Noticing that sothing was wrong, Daryll had quickly pulled down the curtains. Two SWAT mbers outside in charge of observation could no longer see into the bedroom.
"Son of a bitch."
Hearing the explosion of the flashbangs from downstairs, Winslow, who had just cursed Daryll in a low voice, grinned, and imdiately took out a flashbang from his back waist.
Ever since joining the Special Investigation Team, Chenier and Winslow began carrying several flashbangs on their back waist for every mission.
Seeing this, Mona and Reesi were speechless, while Luo An nodded continuously with a smile on his face, as if proud to have successors.
Winslow quickly took out a flashbang and threw it towards the bedroom on the left side.
"Shit!"
Inside the bedroom, Daryll, who was contemplating an escape plan, his pupils constricted, cursed Winslow, and simultaneously, reacting quickly, grabbed a magazine featuring a scantily clad girl from beside him and knocked the flashbang out of the bedroom.
Boom!
A flash of white light, and the flashbang exploded in the hallway, turning the magazine into fragnts.
"Phew—"
Daryll breathed a sigh of relief, just getting up from the ground when he suddenly saw two more flashbangs flying towards him in the air.
Daryll: "I *#￥..."
Boom! Boom!
The next second, two flashbangs exploded, and Daryll only saw a flash of white light, followed by several people pinning him to the ground, and his hands were also cuffed.
"If one isn’t enough, use two."
At the top of the second-floor staircase, Luo An patted the stunned-faced Winslow, chuckled, and then turned to head down to the basent.
Chenier had just called out loudly to Luo An, saying she had found sothing in the basent.
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