Chapter 1198 Hackett Barron Farm
No. 11 Barron Farm
"Jack! Over there, the tall and thin guy in camouflage, he's my brother Wyatt."
Just as Jiejie reminded him in the passenger seat, Jack also saw the Mercedes parked on the side of the road, and Wyatt Hammond who was getting out of the car with an MP5 submachine gun with a folding stock.
"Has anyone seen Greg?" Jack stared at him intently, and pulled out his pistol, SIG Sauer P320-XTen, from his waist with his left hand, a little awkwardly.
"No, it seems he's the only one, without a bag, and only a submachine gun in his hand." Aubrey almost leaned half of his body out of the car window, and after careful observation, he retreated into the car and answered loudly.
Wyatt, who had already noticed that the sirens were coming for him, looked at the intersection in panic, and suddenly found that he was in a dilemma of being surrounded by the police and the FBI.
Just as he was about to return to the Mercedes-Benz and try to break out, gunshots rang out. The bullets hitting his feet and the gravel splashed up scared him, so he turned and ran towards the side road.
Jack stretched out his left hand from the car window and fired the two shots in a somewhat hasty manner, but he had to fire a warning shot in advance.
Two boys and girls, aged twelve or thirteen, passing by on the sidewalk were frightened by his gunshots and squatted down subconsciously.
The bulky full-size SUV of the Suburban turned sideways with the screams of the tires under the heavy load, just blocking the two children.
The passenger door was opened, and Jiejie got out of the car to protect them from leaving the street that was about to become a battlefield, "It's okay, it's okay, follow me."
"Wyatt! Don't do anything stupid." Jack took the Noveske N4 handed over by Aubrey from the back seat, got out of the car and shouted to Wyatt Hammond who was desperately fleeing towards the side road.
However, what responded to him was a volley of 9mm Parabem pistol bullets. After a few sparks splashed on the body of the Suburban, several bullet holes appeared.
"Idiot." Jack, who was already a little angry, cursed inwardly, raised his gun, aimed slightly, and pulled the trigger.
As the gunshots rang out, Wyatt stumbled and fell to the ground while running. He wanted to struggle to get up but found that he couldn't do it at all. He could only roll sideways and hide behind a car on the side of the road.
"Surrender, Wyatt." Jack warned loudly while slowly approaching the other party along the parked car on the side of the road.
Jubal, who was driving the second Suburban behind, turned the steering wheel directly onto the opposite sidewalk. After parking, Hannah held the G28E precision marksman rifle on the door.
Continuous gunshots rang out, and Wyatt struggled to reach out from the rear of the car, and the MP5 in his hand randomly fired at Jack who was approaching him.
Jack, who was only five cars away from him, crouched in front of a Camry and waited patiently for him to empty his magazine before continuing to shout.
"Don't be stupid, Wyatt. You and your brother Greg were both good people, but you shouldn't kill innocent people, especially Julia. She is only 19 years old. Her only sin is probably that she has a surname called Griffin. What do you think?"
"It's too late. Kill me. I won't surrender." Jack responded with another burst of bullets after Wyatt changed the magazine.
Jack, who was leaning against the front of the Camry, looked at Hannah and saw her nod slightly and made a gesture of consent to shoot.
A crisp gunshot rang out, and after hearing a scream, Jack rushed out like a cheetah. When he got close enough, he exerted a little force on his feet and jumped onto the roof of the car where Wyatt was hiding.
Knowing that this guy wanted to die, he didn't say any more nonsense. He turned the gun upside down like hitting a baseball, and hit Wyatt's forehead with the butt of the gun. Wyatt was shot in the shoulder and bleeding on his leg, but he still wanted to touch the gun from the ground again, knocking him unconscious.
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"Ah!" As the tourniquet was tightened, the severe pain woke Wyatt from his coma.
"Tell me your brother's plan, Wyatt, tell me what he plans to do?" While helping him stop bleeding, Jack continued to persuade him earnestly.
"Julia is innocent, just like your niece. The EPA's team of investigators will arrive tomorrow. Larry Griffin is doomed. There is no need to sacrifice another innocent life at this time."
"I will not betray Greg, and I will never 'a thousand people are cutting down the branches of sin, but only one person is chopping down the roots of sin'."
After reading this famous quote from "Walden", Wyatt turned his head away and pursed his lips tightly.
"You son of the beach." An angry Aubrey punched the trunk of the car in front of him, making a loud bang.
"We just give you a chance to reduce your sentence. Do you really think we have no way?" After saying that, he took out the phone from Wyatt's pocket and began to look through the call records.
At this time, Jubal, who had just finished a call, walked over and patted Aubrey on the shoulder, "No need, Clay called and said that Larry Griffin hurriedly left the villa after receiving a call."
"Ah?" Aubrey subconsciously looked in the direction of his girlfriend, "Isn't his phone in Alice's hand?"
Jubal glanced at Wyatt, who closed his eyes and said nothing, and waved to the emergency personnel who had just arrived, indicating that they were here, "Yes, but Greg called Larry's girlfriend, and Clay is following him now, and we should leave immediately."
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"Hackett Barron Farm." Looking at the slightly broken signpost, Jiejie in the passenger seat read out the blurred painted letters on it due to fading.
"I seem to have seen this sign not long ago." Jack drove the Subaru and turned onto the path to the farm according to the signpost. He looked at the bull head logo on it again and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
"Aha, it's the agricultural supplies store that Clay and I went to before. I saw a hat with the same logo on that memorial wall. This farm once belonged to the father of the female owner."
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"Do you think it's possible that the female owner knew about it but didn't report it or was simply an accomplice?" Aubrey asked.
"That's not important." Thinking that the other party was a lung cancer patient, Jack shook his head directly.
The two FBI Subaru cars didn't turn on the sirens all the way. After seeing the farm from a distance, they simply turned off the police lights and gradually slowed down.
Clay, who was responsible for tracking and monitoring Larry Griffin according to Jack's request, suddenly emerged from the bushes on the roadside and waved to everyone.
"Larry entered there three minutes ago." He pointed to a dilapidated barn not far away.
"Two people in a group, be careful." Jack stuffed the bulletproof vest and assault rifle to Clay and waved to Jiejie to follow.
At this moment, in the dilapidated barn, Larry Griffin, who had been searched, was pushed and staggered, and almost fell into the pile of straw in front of him that was emitting a rotten smell.
"Dad!" Julia, who was tied to a broken wooden chair, saw her father and shouted in a crying voice.
"Please, please stop." Seeing that his daughter was safe, Larry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and forced a flattering smile to Greg who was pointing a gun at him.
"How much money do you want? Everything is negotiable. As long as you release my daughter, you can have whatever you want."
"Yeah, for people like you, all problems can be solved with money, right?" Greg took two steps back and took out a set of IV infusion sets and a bag of black stuff from behind a pillar.