The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 149: I Know It

Jim thought it was a real freak show.

It's true that if you live long enough, you will encounter all kinds of bad things.

The federal court has never been occupied. Even the much-talked-about occupation of the court movement was just protesting outside the courthouse rather than rushing inside.

Even if there was a conflict with the police, it was only outside the court.

How can this be occupied?
But the reality is that this group of bastards rushed into the court, exchanged shots with the police outside, and even kidnapped a bailiff on duty as a hostage.

But when he heard the word drug dealer, the first person Jim thought of was Xiunuo.

"Are there any contraband items burning?" Jim asked quickly.

"We found some contraband in their car, all intact and not burned."

Jim breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it didn't catch fire, it was good.

Moreover, there should be no important people in the court at this point in time, which is even better.

It doesn't look like that person's work.

"Tell me what happened," said Jim as he dressed.

The subordinate quickly recounted what happened, and Jim's expression became uglier the more he listened.

Lucas! It's that bastard again!
Can't you DEA give me less trouble when you arrest people?
But after coming to a complete stop, Jim realized that Lucas was not entirely to blame.

After all, they were not chasing drug dealers this time. It was the LAPD who surrounded those guys and just blocked them into the court.

What a bunch of pigs! They are such a bunch of pigs! They can catch a car and still let it run away.

Jim hung up the phone and drove to the scene of the incident. On the way, he received a call.

"Sheriff Jim, my name is Tevin Byron. You should have heard of my name."

Jim certainly knew who this name was, and he also knew that this person would definitely come looking for him.

"We are trying to figure out a way to deal with this, Judge Byron." Jim said in a soothing tone: "Believe me, give us some more time, and this matter will definitely be resolved."

"Of course I believe in the ability of the LAPD. I just want to ask. Is there anything you can help with?"

"help?"

"Yes. There is now a professional security team in the court. We have already contacted them. I think this matter will become simpler and faster with internal assistance."

"Hire a security team?" Jim was a little confused.

It is not common for courts to hire security guards, but it happens quite often.

The security of the court is usually provided by bailiffs, security officers, or some police officers, but when faced with some major or high-profile cases, they will also hire some private security teams to increase security forces.

But is there anything big going on in Los Angeles lately?

Thinking of this, Jim immediately shook his head. What do you mean, is there any big thing happening in Los Angeles recently?

What's going on in Los Angeles lately?
But these cases have never reached the court stage. Either the suspects have not been found, or the suspects have been executed.

What Jim didn't know was that this private security court had already been contacted, out of fear that any recent incident in Los Angeles would go through the legal process.

It was only enabled in the past few days, and the reason is very simple.

The evidence I brought to the court at 10 o'clock was gone when I went to look for it in the afternoon!
And no one knows how it disappeared!
But the court does not have only one case a day. The internal investigation is ongoing, and the security personnel contacted previously have also been temporarily used.

At least these people were not there when the court threw the evidence.

After Jim heard the news, he always felt something was wrong, but people said that there were people inside who could help, and as a policeman who was blocked outside, he naturally would not refuse.

"That would be great if that's you, Judge Byron, can we get in touch with them?"

"That's why I came to see you." Jim rushed to the scene, and the court was surrounded by police cars.

He walked into the command vehicle and picked up the mobile phone handed to him by his subordinate, which was the kind with video function turned on.

Those drug dealers were so gentle that they didn’t even cut off the court’s wifi.

"Gentlemen, tell us what's going on inside."

"Officer Jim, is that right? We have now retreated to the evidence room with our men. My team has four people, and in addition, there are four night shift marshals. I don't know the exact number of intruders, but I remind you that they have taken control of the monitoring room. One of my team members and two marshals were taken hostage by them."

Jim had a headache. It was different from what he thought.

What happened to the promised attack from both inside and outside? How come you are now the ones being forced into a corner?
Also, aren’t these drug dealers a bit too professional?

And this group of security guards. You are too unprofessional!
"Do you know where the hostages are being held?" was all Jim could ask.

As a police officer, if possible, rescuing the hostages is the first priority.

"You can locate their cell phones." The security chief replied, "Just now, my companion used his cell phone to report that he was safe. He said he saw six people. They destroyed their radio equipment, but seemed to have forgotten their private communication tools."

"Okay, we will." Before Jim finished speaking, there was a noisy sound outside.

He walked out of the command vehicle and couldn't help but sigh.

Hogan ran over and said, "Chief, I don't know why these reporters came. Aren't they too dedicated? They're still working at one in the morning?"

"Okay Hogan, I know this isn't your fault." Jim shook his head. "When will SWAT arrive?"

"Already arrived."

"Let the commander come to me."

“Then these reporters.”

"Let them take pictures, this is freedom of the press. We just need to handle this matter. Although this is the court's own problem that people were allowed to break in, unfortunately, we will definitely be the ones who get scolded." After saying that, Jim returned to the command vehicle, and the commander of the SWAT team followed him in.

After talking with each other, the two sides quickly formulated a battle plan.

About ten minutes later, SWAT was ready to take action.

Jim was sitting here at this time and could hear reporters outside shouting his name, asking him to come out and explain what was going on.

But Jim didn't bother with them.

He sat in the surveillance car, his eyes fixed on every surveillance screen, and he also had to give orders and commands at any time.

But from the time SWAT entered the courthouse to the time they found the hostages and began to rescue them, the process went extremely smoothly.

Hogan watched from the side and kept shouting "Nice".

But when he turned around, he saw Jim frowning.

"Chief, the hostages have been rescued." Hogan looked at Jim, who was on high alert, with some surprise: "Why do you still have that expression?"

"I'm just curious." Jim asked doubtfully, "There aren't many of these drug dealers, and they don't look professional at all, right?"

"so what?"

"So, there are so many places to hide in the courthouse. Not to mention defense, these professional security guards can at least fight back. So why are they hiding in the evidence room?"

Hogan shrugged his shoulders: "Who knows? Maybe he was stunned at the beginning? He can't be the guide, right?"

As soon as the words fell, crackling gunshots were heard in the SWAT's first-person perspective, followed by a muffled sound in the courthouse, and then the fire alarm rang loudly.

Jim slapped himself in the face: "I knew it wouldn't be that simple!"

(End of this chapter)