Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 142: Dragon and Phoenix Dance

At 11:45 PM, Brooklyn District, a street corner's Mrs. Mite Inn.

Even when coming out to play games with two white Journalists, Garcia was very cautious.

The Mrs. Mite Inn he chose was located at a street corner with a broad view, making it convenient to escape in case of emergencies.

Just then, several black SUVs slowly drove from afar.

To avoid alarming the suspect, Luo An instructed the SWAT team not to park directly under the inn but instead stopped them at a corner of the street some distance from the inn.

This position was precisely in the blind spot of Mrs. Mite Inn.

Fully armed agents opened the car doors and stepped out, Luo An, who had carefully observed the surroundings of the inn beforehand, turned his head with a serious expression and said to Led:

"There are two fastest and safest routes to leave this inn in case of an emergency: the alley on the east side of the inn and the protruding balconies of each room.

ATF's Sanchez once said that several cases in South America were related to Garcia.

So, I need you to lead the SWAT team to secure these two escape routes; we must not let Garcia escape during the operation."

"OK."

Hearing Luo An's words, although Led looked serious, he decisively nodded in agreement.

Then, with a wave of his hand, Led led two SWAT teams to the spots mentioned by Luo An, preparing to block the routes.

Watching Led and others swiftly moving ahead, Luo An nodded and then turned to look at Mona who sat on the SUV's passenger side, typing on her laptop without getting out, and directly asked:

"Which room is Garcia in?"

Hearing Luo An's question, Mona immediately answered:

"The middle one on the second floor!"

"OK."

A moment later, once informed that Led and the others had successfully reached their positions, Luo An smiled, put on his helmet, unlocked the Glock 18, and led two SWAT squads quickly towards Mrs. Mite Inn.

A SWAT member carrying a riot shield silently pulled open the inn's front door, Luo An waved his hand signaling the white female receptionist to keep quiet, asked Mona to stay and calm the receptionist, and then the group immediately rushed to the second floor.

In the middle room on the second floor, Luo An and several SWAT members positioned themselves on either side of the room door, exchanged glances, and Luo An raised his hand to start a countdown.

At the end of the three-second countdown, the SWAT member holding the riot shield did not hesitate and kicked open the room's door.

Bang!!!

Immediately following, Luo An and the SWAT members burst in shouting loudly:

"FBI!"

"Don't move! Hands up!"

Before Luo An and the others rushed into the room, Garcia was flushed, vividly engaged with two white Journalists.

Suddenly hearing the loud noise of the door being broken down, Garcia trembled, nearly spilling everything he knew.

However, years of life-and-death experiences allowed Garcia to react quickly.

Garcia hastily grabbed the handgun on the bed, then forcefully pulled up one of the Journalists who was just below him, manipulating his specifics, and used her as a human shield.

"Ah—"

The two frightened Journalists erupted into soprano screams.

The Journalist held hostage by Garcia screamed even louder.

"Shut up!"

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Slap!

Watching the SWAT officers entering one by one, Garcia harshly slapped the Journalist he was holding to keep her from screaming.

Then, Garcia forcibly lowered his head behind the Journalist, pressed the handgun tightly against her temple, and loudly shouted:

"Leave the room immediately! Or I will shoot!"

Quickly pulling over the other Journalist, who was still sitting on the bed, undressed and panicked, Luo An instructed his team behind him to take her to a safe place.

Hearing Garcia's words, the SWAT officer holding the riot shield and rifle shouted:

"Release the woman in your arms, Garcia!"

"You know, things won't go as you plan!"

"Damn it!"

Still naked, Garcia said sternly:

"Either I go, or she dies!"

Hearing this, the hostage journalist's face was filled with terror, and her body trembled even more.

"Garcia, look at the woman you're holding hostage. Look what you've done to her!"

Confirming that the journalist was unharmed, Luo An, holding a Glock 18, came back and said loudly:

"You need a more valuable hostage!

How about swapping me in? I'll be your hostage!"

"NoNoNo!"

Garcia shook his head repeatedly upon hearing this and shouted loudly:

"That's impossible! Forget it!"

Luo An narrowed his eyes slightly and moved forward slowly, continuing to say:

"Trust me, Garcia, your chances of getting out of here are much higher with me as the hostage!"

"No!"

Seeing Luo An start to move forward, Garcia's face flushed deeper and he yelled loudly:

"Don't move any closer, if you take one more step, I will fire..."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Before Garcia could finish his sentence, Luo An, with a flash in his eyes, moved swiftly to the side of the room in the blink of an eye, then immediately aimed at Garcia's gun-holding right hand and decisively pulled the trigger of the Glock 18.

Three bullets hit Garcia's right hand and arm very accurately, and without support, the gun he was holding instantly fell to the ground.

Feeling the pain in his arm, it was only afterwards that Garcia, horrified, realized what Luo An had done, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Fu-k! Is this guy even human?"

The SWAT team members nearby were also agape.

In their eyes, Luo An was right in front of them one second, but the next, he had instantly moved to their side.

Not only that, Luo An's shooting was incredibly accurate!

The SWAT team members looked at Luo An with immense shock.

But now was not the time to wonder whether Luo An was human or not, the next second, Garcia hurriedly pushed the shouting journalist in front of him towards Luo An, and then quickly rushed towards the nearby balcony.

Luo An caught the journalist who was pushed towards him, and just as Garcia ran to the balcony, Led outside and the SWAT members in the room all simultaneously pulled their triggers.

Bang bang bang bang bang—

A burst of intense gunfire, Garcia, covered in blood, collapsed on the floor.

It was uncertain whether it was intentional or accidental, but one bullet split something special on Garcia into two...

"Hisss—"

Seeing this, Luo An immediately felt a chill down below.

Quickly diverting his gaze, Luo An turned to the SWAT members in the room and gestured:

"Call an ambulance immediately!"

Luo An didn't know if Garcia could survive, but an ambulance still had to be called.

After all, this is the procedural justice characteristic of America.

—

At the same time, in a distant hospital.

Kobert sat in a wheelchair, wrapped in bandages, while next to him Vireness was lying in the hospital bed.

Although they were in different rooms, they were both silently watching a boring TV program.

But neither of them was focusing on the TV; they were both waiting for news of tonight's operation.