HPDBC Chapter 78 A Sandstorm is Brewing
Chapter 78 A Sandstorm is Brewing
Chapter 79 A Sandstorm is Brewing
"Bang bang bang bang"
The bullet struck the car, startling Brandon, who was lying behind it, causing him to stumble backward, gripping his pistol in bewilderment.
The other side arrived in two cars, armed with submachine guns and automatic rifles. How could he possibly fight with just a pistol? Ethan, hurry up and get here! I'm your loyal subordinate.
The other gang consisted of five men, armed with shotguns, submachine guns, and automatic rifles.
One of the younger men asked curiously.
"Why are there police officers? Are they state troopers, Adlanto police, or Lano police?"
Only these three groups of police officers are allowed to patrol this area.
The masked man at the head of the group said coldly.
"The state troopers patrolling Highways 395 and 183 don't go looking for trouble. It's probably two local police officers. Whoever it is, they'll kill the person, take the goods and money, and disperse."
The five men split up and advanced with their guns raised, illuminated by the car headlights.
"Bang bang bang bang bang"
"ah."
A bullet struck Brandon in the calf. He regretted it; if he had another chance, he would definitely bring a submachine gun on his next mission.
"I don't want to die yet."
At that moment, an unexpected event occurred.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang"
The bullets from the B&T APC-9 submachine gun rang out, and two of the five gunmen fell instantly. One of them was wearing night vision goggles, which frightened the other three into quickly seeking cover.
"There are still people on the other side."
"Find them and kill them."
In a dimly lit environment, you can't just find someone whenever you want; the other party is like a hunter hiding in the darkness.
"Bang bang"
Two shots blew out the car's headlights, plunging the surroundings into complete darkness. The three men were now like headless flies.
"What should we do?"
"I remember having a night vision goggles in the car. I'll go back and get them, and also let the dogs out."
"I see."
The lead gunman crept up to his dead subordinate and saw that the man's eye socket and night vision goggles had been shattered by a single shot. Enraged, he burst into a tirade of curses.
"Damn it, damn it."
On the other side, Li Yisen didn't bring night vision goggles; his vision under the moonlight was even better than with night vision goggles.
When one of them opened the car and released the bully dog, he was shot by Lee Ethan.
"He's there, fire now!"
"Bang bang bang"
Bullets flew wildly across the desert, while Ethan Lee moved swiftly.
Suddenly he noticed a "little thing" chasing after him. It was a medium-sized dog, and it looked like an American Bully.
"Roar!"
Seeing the dog lunge at him, Lee Ethan didn't fire his gun. Instead, he punched the bully on the head.
A 1000-pound punch sent the American bully rolling on the ground, eventually spitting blood and dying.
The remaining two dared not stay any longer and hurriedly ran back to the car, intending to escape.
Such terrifying marksmanship brought a name to their minds.
Ethan Lee, nicknamed the "Grim Reaper of Los Angeles" by online enthusiasts, is claimed to be a one-man army comparable to a tactical squad.
Just as the car was about to start, the gunman in the driver's seat had already been shot in the head.
"Don't move."
"Don't shoot, I surrender."
Lee Esen held up his gun and said coldly.
"Get out of the car and kneel down."
"I know, I know."
After Ethan had handcuffed the man, backup finally arrived, albeit belatedly, consisting of police officers from Victorville.
Although Vil is the city in the southeast closest to Lano, only about 40 kilometers away, it belongs to the neighboring San Bernardino County.
As the helicopter landed, several San Bernardino County SWAT officers rushed out and pointed submachine guns at Ethan Lee, the only one standing.
"Put down your gun."
Although Lee Ethan was very unhappy, he was outnumbered and had no choice but to put down his gun and raise his hands.
"I am Ethan Lee, the acting station chief of Lano Town."
Several special police officers then lowered their guns, and a middle-aged man with the rank of police superintendent walked over.
"I'm Jeremy Reed, Assistant Chief of Police of Victorville. How's the situation?"
"The two sides engaged in a double-cross, resulting in mutual losses. The money was taken, but the goods were left here. Just now, five gunmen attacked us and were killed by me."
"Killed by you?"
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The more Jeremy Reed looked at the person in front of him, the more familiar he felt.
"Oh, so you're Ethan Lee. I've heard of you before. We'll be taking over the scene from now on. Since the stolen money is missing, you'll be temporarily detained. Is that alright?"
Li Yisen's heart sank; the guy in front of him actually wanted to take over the case.
"No, this area is within Los Angeles County, and I have an obligation to wait for the main force to arrive. Also, thank you very much for your help."
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The two men locked eyes and tension began to build. Just then, two more police cars pulled up – Los Angeles State Police.
Because California state troop police are not fully authorized, they cannot intervene in local cases and are mostly limited to operating on state highways. Of course, some states have full authority, and state troop police can enforce the law statewide.
The arrival of the state troopers quelled the tension at the scene, and then not only the state troopers, but also the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Office and even the FBI arrived.
When Lee Ethan saw the FBI arrive at the scene, he knew he had no chance of getting involved in the case. It involved a transnational drug trafficking organization and was a federal felony, most of which are handled by federal agencies such as the FBI.
Even the county police elites and state police only help out; the local police can go cool off somewhere else.
Soon, Lee Ethan was transported by helicopter to Los Angeles, and the injured Brandon was also taken to Los Angeles to receive the best treatment. They could only leave after it was confirmed that the missing funds were not related to them.
Having a body camera isn't actually that difficult; it just takes a little time.
At the Lano Clinic, the unconscious Mexican Watermelon Man finally woke up, and a police officer quietly walked in; it was Mason Miles.
Mason Miles spoke to the other party in Spanish.
"I'm an informant for your Yacatl. Did you see what the person who took the money looked like?"
The person returned and left.
This image gave Mason a target: Moss Cohen, the hunter in their town, who usually wore a cowboy hat and jeans.
"You didn't tell the other police officers, did you?"
"no."
Just as the watermelon man was about to drink water, Mason Miles suddenly grabbed him from behind and tightened his grip on his neck, no matter how much the man struggled.
In the end, the Watermelon Man lost his life, while Mason Miles said goodbye to the clinic doctor and left. As a veteran police officer who had been in Lano for many years, his connections were far superior to those of a young upstart like Ethan Lee.
The intelligence was quickly delivered to both parties in the transaction, and Mason Miles received a total of $4 in compensation.
The money was in Moss Cohen's hands, which was unacceptable to both sides.
It's one thing to be ripped off by other gangs, but to have your money taken by some nobody? How am I supposed to survive in this desert after that?
In the desert, a long-haired man receives a phone call, accompanied by two other people.
"Have you identified the target?"
"Okay, I understand."
The long-haired man hung up the phone and waved to his "partner".
Give me the flashlight.
The other party did not refuse to give the flashlight to the long-haired man, but the next second, bullets pierced through the chests and heads of both of them.
They did it so neatly and efficiently, as if they weren't just forming a team to find people today at the employer's request.
I prefer to act alone.
The long-haired man drove the car away, and the yellow sand gradually swallowed the body.