Chapter 173 Three Assault Teams
606 Apartment
Joe lounged on the couch, sipping his coffee. "Bishop, make sure you get all the details right when you set up the place," he said casually.
Bishop, nose deep in a novel, headed towards the bathroom. "Let Rodolfo handle it for now. I gotta take a dump."
"Why are you always such a pain?" another guy in the room grumbled. "Hurry up."
"Yeah, yeah," Bishop muttered, shutting the bathroom door behind him.
Black Street District police station
Jasper broke into the dispatch room, looking frazzled. "When did the call come in?" he asked urgently.
"About fifteen minutes ago," the duty officer replied, standing up.
"Is the address detailed?" Jasper pressed.
"Yeah, very detailed," the officer said, picking up the logbook. "It's all written here."
Jasper skimmed the logbook and then bolted out of the room. "Come on! Gather everyone on duty tonight and meet in the backyard in five minutes. Move!" he shouted.
Maple Street
Alexander had just dozed off after eating when his phone rang.
"Hello? John," Alexander answered lazily. "What's up?"
"Are you on Maple Street?"
"Yeah, where else would I be?"
"Forget it, head to Pine Street in the Welfare District right now."
"Why?" Alexander asked, perking up a bit.
"Jasper got a tip-off. The suspect from the Riverside District dump is at Pine Street," John explained. "Everyone who didn't leave the station tonight is being called up. We're heading to the Welfare District now."
"Is this for real?" Alexander was skeptical. "These guys are usually pretty slick. How could they get reported so easily?"
"Who knows," John grumbled. "Jasper's making a big deal out of it. He even went to logistics to get guns, like he's out for revenge."
"Alright, I'm on my way."
"Hurry up, or he'll start causing trouble again," John warned. "See you there."
"Got it."
Alexander hung up and shouted, "Damn it Everyone, get up. We're leaving."
Loren, who had claimed to be excited, groggily wiped drool from his mouth. "What...what are we doing?"
Alexander slapped him. "Didn't you say you were excited? Damn, you're sleeping better than me."
"Fell asleep by accident," Loren mumbled, scratching his head.
"Get to move. Drive to Pine Street," Alexander ordered.
"Alexander, I don't know where Pine Street is," Elbert said, looking lost.
"Move over, I'll drive," Alexander said, pushing open the car door.
Fifteen minutes later.
On the street by the main entrance of the Pine Street shelter apartment complex, Jasper was holding a walkie-talkie. "Is the back door secured? Okay, two more from Team One, check outside Building Two. The suspect's in Room 606. See if the lights are on."
"Roger that."
"Roger that."
The responses crackled through the walkie-talkie.
Alexander parked the patrol car in an alley opposite the shelter complex. Wearing a military coat, he led two new recruits over to Jasper.
"Is the intel accurate?" Alexander asked.
Jasper glanced at him, his face expressionless. "You take Team Three, gear up, and be the first assault team."
Alexander was taken aback. "Aren't we usually the backup? Isn't that Team One's job?"
"The suspect's likely armed to the teeth, both long guns and short guns," Jasper explained calmly. "We don't know the layout of the shelter complex or if they rented just one room, so I'm keeping Team One at the back door for interception."
"So, we get the dangerous job, huh?"
"Alexander, this is a suspect capture, not a debate," Jasper snapped, pointing to the ground. "Can you do it or not? If not, I'll replace you right now."
Alexander shot him a cold look and then slowly took off his military coat. "Team Three, gather by the gear truck. Captain Lane has high expectations for us. If we don't lead the assault, the capture can't even start."
With that, Alexander led his team to the gear truck. Within two minutes, they were suited up with steel plate riot gear, bulletproof vests, M464 assault rifles, tactical flashlights, steel cables, and breaching shotguns.
Once everyone was armed, a voice crackled through the walkie-talkie, "The lights are on in two rooms of 606, and the curtains are drawn. Initial assessment suggests at least three people inside."
Jasper pondered for a moment and then shouted, "Team Three, lead the assault. Team One, guard the back door. Teams Two and Four, prepare to support from the stairwell."
"Move!"
Alexander called out, crouching and holding his gun, moving quickly towards Building Two.
Behind him, John and Xavier each led their teams, crouching and holding their guns, advancing rapidly.
Half a minute later.
The group reached the entrance of Building Two. Alexander looked up at the building, his face serious. "This is not a drill. The lights are on, and the curtains are drawn. The suspects are likely inside. They must have strong firepower, so be careful. Veterans, look after the rookies. Each team must have someone ready to support their teammates at all times."
"Understood."
"Understood."
Everyone nodded.
Through the walkie-talkie, Jasper shouted, "Alexander, why did you stop? So many people downstairs can easily be spotted. Move in immediately."
Alexander took off his earpiece, ignoring Jasper, and calmly said, "Move in!"
The door opened, and John, wearing steel plate riot gear, led his team into the hallway.
Within thirty seconds.
The group reached the sixth floor. Alexander stood in front of Room 606, glanced to the left, and saw a pile of household garbage on the dirty staircase.
"Open it."
Alexander stepped aside, crouching to the right of the door.
Xavier, holding a breaching shotgun, stepped forward, aimed at the lock, and pulled the trigger.
The gun fired, filling the air with the smell of gunpowder, and the lock was blown open.
Alexander pulled the door open and rushed inside.
John aimed his gun at the ceiling light, while his teammate turned on a flashlight.
"There's someone inside, with a gun, in the kitchen," Loren shouted, sweating.
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