Danny and Fusco, trapped in the middle, didn't give up their resistance.
Instead, they stood back to back, still showing no intention of laying down their weapons. With a victorious smile on his face, Lea raised his hand to signal his men to rest assured, saying smugly, "Like he said, it's over.
Detectives, I commend you for your devotion to duty, but this is the way the world is. Good guys don't always win, do they?"
Moretti II, his half-brother and somewhat similar in appearance, didn't even glance at Lea, instead glaring at Zambrano with gritted teeth.
"I should have realized it long ago. You, traitor, keep talking about a win-win partnership with Leia, but you've actually been bribed by him. Don't you have any shame?"
Zambrano didn't even glance at him. "Leia's offer is irresistible. Besides, do you think old Moretti hasn't had ambitions to unify LCN? He simply hasn't had the ability.
As for you, his biological son, haha, you really should learn from your illegitimate brother. If you had half his intelligence, you wouldn't have let the family decline to this point after your father's imprisonment."
Leia showed no interest in the verbal exchange between the two men, his gaze fixed on Danny and Fusco.
He could understand the latter's lack of fear; he'd even guessed that he was the source of the information provided by "HR."
But what was the reason for Danny's fearless attitude? Could he be another ignorant second-generation rich kid?
Sensing something was amiss, Laiya remained silent, and the atmosphere remained tense for a moment until a distant, though not loud, but distinct, siren suddenly blared, shattering the stillness of the night.
Suddenly, a chorus of sirens filled the air, accompanied by the rumbling scraping of metal rolling doors and the shrill blaring of loudspeakers. FBI-SWAT teams suddenly burst from the seemingly deserted warehouse buildings.
Two SWAT armored vehicles, unable to even wait for the doors to open, smashed through the flimsy wooden walls, blocking both ends of the road.
Several FBI GMCs and Suburban SUVs, their lights flashing, sped toward the intersection, blocking the patrol cars belonging to the "HR" cops.
"Go! Go! Go!"
Hearing the chaotic footsteps and SWAT commands from downstairs, Danny finally broke free from the pressure and gave Laiya a broad smile.
"Tell your men to put their guns down, Leah. You're a smart man, you should know this is the end."
Before Leah could say anything, several figures silently appeared behind him, one of them pressing the black muzzle of a gun to the back of his head.
"Long time no see, Leah."
"Long time no see. I always thought we were the same kind, John (Reese)."
Reese's husky voice was so recognizable that Leah knew who had gotten him this time without even turning around.
"We are all working to prevent more innocent people from being harmed, but we use different methods. I have always hoped that you could understand this."
"You can go to the federal prison and continue to perfect your 'criminal syndicate theory', or even write a book. I have already thought of the title for you. How about calling it "Betrayal and Lies"? "
Reese is not good at talking nonsense, but Jack is different. "As a smart man, you know what the right thing to do now, Leah."
Leah pressed down the submachine guns held by the two men beside him, turned slowly, and stretched out his hands towards Jack, "Excuse me, may I have the honor to know who you are?
I know all my opponents very well, and they obviously don't have the brains to set up a trap of this level."
"Jack Tavolar, FBI." Jack took out handcuffs and put them on him, reciting the "Miranda Warning".
"Carl Leah, you have the right to remain silent, everything you said."
At the same time, the SWAT team members who had already entered the hallway rushed forward, working with Hannah and the others to pin all of Reia's men to the ground and restrain them.
Reia sighed, "I had assumed, given the FBI's typically slow-witted nature, that you wouldn't finally make up your mind to intervene in local gang affairs until I'd dealt with LCN. I never expected John, seemingly a lone wolf mercenary, to cooperate with the FBI."
"There's so much more you didn't expect," Jack thought to himself, thinking that this short, chubby man with a shiny head and glasses, looking refined, was indeed quite capable.
If it weren't for him, the FBI might have already set up a task force to deal with Reese, the "suit guy." It was unlikely they would go all out so early to take on a yet-to-rise underworld godfather.
"Hold still! Zambrano!" Detective "Bean" suddenly shouted, shoving Danny, who had been distracted by this situation, away.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously, and Fusco and Zambrano both collapsed, clutching their chests.
Danny stepped forward and kicked away Zambrano's dropped revolver, then hurriedly turned back to help the fallen Fusco.
"Am I going to die?" Detective "Doudou" said with trembling lips, feeling a huge pain in his chest.
Danny tore off the bulletproof vest tied to his body, and after a thorough inspection, he found no blood. He quickly dismantled the bulletproof plate on the bulletproof vest and breathed a sigh of relief after finding a deformed bullet.
"Thank you, Leonard (Fusco), you saved my life." Danny's eyes were filled with tears, and he was deeply moved by his good partner.
Seeing this scene, Leah's cheek twitched, and he looked at Jack beside him, "He is actually your man?"
Jack smiled back, neither admitting nor denying.
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"I want to make a deal with you." Before being taken to the police car, Leah whispered to Jack, "I know the real person behind 'HR'."
Seeing that Jack seemed not to hear him, he quickly quickened his speech, "This is just a simple little deal. All it takes is a promise from you, because I don't have any evidence.
That guy is very cunning and hides himself very well. Even if you arrest him, you probably won't be able to testify against him, but I think you must want to know who he is."
Jack thought about it, leaned against the police car, and signaled with his eyes to the two agents responsible for escorting this guy not to get close for the time being, "The only thing I can promise is to apply for a solitary cell with better conditions for you in the high-security federal prison in Colorado."
"I just want to make a phone call, and after the call, I will hand over the name with both hands. And you can rest assured that the call will be made under your surveillance, and I promise that the call will not exceed 1 minute."
Leah clasped his hands tightly to his chest, his eyes full of pleading.
"Want to complete your final act of revenge? You have the right to call your lawyer without being monitored." Jack glanced expressionlessly at Moretti II, who was being escorted into a police car in the distance. "
But since you're offering a deal, I have one condition: no collateral damage. Otherwise, I'll put you in a four-person cell, and make sure your cellmates are all fitness enthusiasts, the kind with horny bodies."
"I like to make deals with smart people, Detective Tavola. I promise you won't regret this." Laia offered Jack his hand.
Their hands clasped, and the deal was done.
(End of Chapter)