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Reacher and Roscoe set out to find people first, and the others began to pack their equipment. Ray King got some body armor and communicators for them in the name of the IRS. After all, there were several more enthusiastic citizens participating in the operation than originally expected. indivual.

Jack changed the car back to the Firebird and took Braxton to set off first. The others would rush directly to Kleiner's ranch later to lurk.

Dana and Ray King stayed in Atlanta. They had to contact and coordinate the subsequent IRS reinforcements and prepare for subsequent inspections.

The Kleiner family's properties are spread all over Georgia. Taking over the hometown of Margrave Town is the end for everyone, but for the IRS, it is just the beginning.

Finlay confirmed that everything was going well. He hinted to Stevenson at the police station that he knew the whereabouts of the Heborg family and agreed to meet at his house at 8 o'clock in the evening. All of this fell into the eyes of the old guy Baker.

At 7:55 p.m., Finlay's Ford sedan appeared in front of Stevenson's house. In the woods not far away, Jack's Firebird was parked there with its engine turned off.

Jack and Braxton sat in the car, observing the movements around them. They were worried that Kleiner's people would take action in advance and waited for Finlay to come to the door. They waited here after dark.

Seeing Finlay get out of the car and come to the house and knock on the door, Braxton, who was holding a telescope, looked back at Jack with some confusion, and then looked down at what he was wearing.

"Is there something wrong with this guy? This is the South and he's wearing a tweed suit?"

Jack suppressed a smile. After spending the past few days with this guy, he also felt that there was a reason why Finlay was incompatible with this town.

"Maybe it's because he's from Boston."

The two chatted for a while, and not long after, Braxton, who had been observing the surroundings with a telescope, suddenly said in a deep voice, "Here, two cars, a Ford pickup truck and a GMC commercial vehicle. "

Jack squinted slightly and looked towards the road. The pickup truck was in front and the GMC was behind. The two vehicles had just gotten off the road and were turning towards the path leading to Stevenson's house.

The two cars were traveling very slowly and turned off their lights while turning.

"Get ready to take action." Jack pressed the phone he had been holding in his hand, and a message edited in advance was sent to Finlay.

Putting their mobile phones back into their pants pockets, the two of them each carried an HK416 equipped with a silencer and a scope, and ducked into the bushes thirty or forty meters away from the house. This was what they had chosen after arriving. Good location.

The distance here is suitable, just in the blind spot for vehicles entering the small road, and the shooting range is also good, completely covering the main entrance of the house.

The two cars slowly stopped on the lawn in front of the house. In the lead Ford pickup truck, a bald old policeman still in uniform got out, it was Baker.

Four people came down from the GMC Canyon, wearing white protective clothing and the same white rubber shoe covers on their feet. The leader was Little Kleiner's crazy cousin Dawson.

He had a pistol in his waist and a crowbar in his hand. Some of the others held shotguns and some had tool bags. It didn't take a guess to know that they contained the tools they used to torture people.

Jack pouted, a little regretful that little Kleiner didn't come this time. He still wanted to deal with that scum here.

Dawson stretched out a finger, pointed at Baker, and then pointed at the door of Stevenson's house, gesturing for him to go up and open the door. He didn't know that there were already two guns with silencers not far behind him. The weapon's HK416 has been aimed at their backs.

"Leave two alive. The bald policeman and the kid with the crowbar are still useful. Don't just beat them to death."

Jack turned off the safety and whispered to Braxton.

The other party nodded slightly, indicating that he had received it. Although the target had been assigned tacitly, Jack knew this guy's behavior. Once he made a move, he would never leave anyone alive. He was worried that if he rushed up later, this guy would casually shoot him.

At the same time, Baker had already hesitantly walked up the steps and raised his hand to knock on the door. The other four people followed him and stood close to the wall at the door, preparing to rush in and subdue the other party as soon as the door opened.

Just when the door was knocked, all the lights in the room suddenly went out at the same time, leaving only a door light under the porch that still had a weak light.

The situation inside and outside the house was instantly reversed. What was originally light inside and dark outside became dark inside and light outside in a second.

The sudden change made the killers outside the house a little overwhelmed. Just as they looked at each other blankly, with a few popping sounds similar to opening champagne, the five people standing outside the house didn't even have time to scream. As soon as they were sent out, they were shot and fell down one after another.

The shooting skills of both of them were first-class, and they all hit the vital parts of the back or waist. After the bullet penetrated the lungs, the person who was shot could only make a roaring sound in pain.

"Come on." Jack shouted sharply, and he and Braxton jumped up from the bushes at the same time. In less than five or six seconds, the two of them rushed forward.

"Bang! Baht!" The two men started to shoot again while running, focusing on the two guys holding guns behind them. They all shot their heads. Those two shotguns did not have silencers. Once the trigger was pulled, the sound of the gun could be heard. spread out for several kilometers.

When he came to the porch, Jack found that Dawson had been shot in the right back and was spitting out blood. He was still struggling to pull out the pistol from his waist, and he just hit it with the butt of the gun without thinking.

"Finlay, open the door, it's over."

When the door was opened, Finley looked nervously, holding a Browning 1911 and looking around. The next second, he was startled by the corpse on the ground in front of the door.

Stevenson, who was standing behind him, was also on guard with a shotgun. His wife was hiding behind him in fear. Both of them had the same pale complexion.

Seeing the bloody scene in front of her, before the wife could scream, her husband covered her mouth and took her into the back room.

"Come and help." Jack glared angrily at Finlay, who was still in a daze, and dragged the unconscious Dawson into the house. Braxton behind him also threw Baker, who was also vomiting blood, in.

"Stop their bleeding first, and then inject this." Jack handed Finlay two injections, which were two injections of epinephrine he had taken from the hospital.

"I'm coming too." Stevenson helped his wife into the back room and walked out immediately. Although his face was still pale, he was a policeman after all, so he was not frightened by this scene.

After handing over the two half-dead guys to Finlay and Stevenson, Jack and Braxton turned around and went out. They carried the three bodies outside into the pickup truck driven by Baker and covered them with the tarpaulin on the car. one time.

When the two returned to the house and closed the door, they saw Baker holding Stevenson's hand and asking for help.

"Help me, I don't want to die. Our families have known each other since you were a child delivering newspapers to everyone. Please, my aunt was your wife's teacher in high school."

"So you brought Kleiner's killer to visit the family? You know his wife is pregnant, right?"

Jack glanced at Stevenson who was a little overwhelmed and said sarcastically.

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