After venting his emotions, Braxton had cald down considerably, and the two brothers could finally talk properly.
"Aren't you curious where I've been all these years?"
"In Europe, I know. Justine checks on you every few months."
Chris nodded. "I just want you to be safe. So of my clients are dangerous."
Thinking it might cause misunderstanding, he continued, "I don't need to contact those clients anymore. I was planning to contact you as soon as possible. After moving to LA with Justine, I bought a small farm there."
"Ahem!" Jack coughed lightly, indicating that there was another unrelated person present, and their reminiscing could wait.
Rita Blackburn still didn't believe her own brother would kill her, even with Braxton himself as a witness, because she strongly suspected that the two brothers, who looked nothing alike, were putting on an act.
Jack was also helpless about this. Fortunately, the woman was perceptive enough to understand the situation, especially after Chris fired a shot at the sofa with his P14 equipped with a silencer. Rita Blackburn obediently put on her coat and followed the three back to the Aurora Holiday Hotel.
....
"This is the entrance hall, corridor, living room, and bedroom. There are surveillance caras in the study, connected to 12 caras around the villa, as well as motion sensors and infrared sensors. There are a total of 12 rcenaries, 8 inside and 4 outside. Two of them are on the roof, snipers wearing infrared-proof cloaks, positioned in the southeast and northwest corners."
Braxton sketched a draft on paper, outlining Lamar Blackburn's security setup for his suburban villa.
"These are all your n. Couldn't you just find an excuse to get them to leave?"
Looking at the tight security, Jack clicked his tongue in amazent. Even with cheat codes, he couldn't break through alone.
Despite his current proficiency with a pistol and his hand-to-hand combat skills, which could give Chris a run for his money, he had never experienced an ard raid involving CQB. There was a lot he didn't know. After all, the kind of people patrol officers usually dealt with were handled by simply breaking down a door or throwing a stun grenade.
Braxton shook his head. "I also accepted the commission through an interdiary. Those rcenaries were recruited by the other party from abroad. Lamar prepaid $5 million, so these people have to be eliminated, otherwise this matter will never end."
As he spoke, he looked up at Chris: "You said your client is dangerous. I feel like I've always lived a pretty dangerous life."
Chris was speechless, looking at his brother. "You've improved."
After returning to the hotel, the group left Rita Blackburn in the care of Hannah and Dana, booked a room next door, and began to discuss the final solution.
Chris rejected his brother's suggestion to go back undercover and coordinate an attack from the inside, deciding instead to raid Lamar Blackburn's suburban villa with the three of them. In his opinion, this seed simpler.
The three finished their discussion when there was a knock on the door connecting the two rooms. Dana's voice ca through: "The IRS gentleman is here."
Jack got up and went next door, where he saw Ray King. The old man looked exhausted, sitting on the sofa and waving at Jack as a greeting.
"He's here too?" King pointed to the next room as Jack entered.
"You want to see him?" Jack smiled and poured him a glass of whiskey.
Ray King hesitated for a mont, then shook his head. "Never mind, it's better not to et him."
"What are you planning to do next?"
Jack poured himself a glass of soda and sat down opposite him. "It's a bit troubleso. Lamar Blackburn is planning to pay $10 million to resolve all the problems, and has already prepaid $5 million, including eliminating all those who know the truth."
Rita Blackburn, sitting on the other side, looked uneasy, shifting her position on the sofa.
When Ray King arrived and revealed his official identity, Rita finally believed that her younger brother truly intended to kill her to silence her, and that it was all for money.
"What do you plan to do?" Ray King asked.
"This isn't a choice. Lamar Blackburn opened the gates of hell with his own hands; all we have to do is help him close them."
Before closing the door, kick him in first, Jack silently added.
After hearing their conversation, Rita Blackburn finally couldn't help but cover her face and sob. She wasn't a naive girl like Dana; she knew things had developed to this point, and there was no way things could end peacefully. This wasn't sothing even police intervention could solve.
"Keep an eye on him. Don't make too much of a scene," Ray King sighed, but still offered a word of advice. He knew Chris's style all too well; this was the tough guy who single-handedly took down the Gambino family's hideout. He was in the listening van back then, and when he realized sothing was wrong, he pulled out his gun and rushed into that small hotel, only to find corpses everywhere.
"This…" Jack hesitated.
It wasn't that he couldn't keep an eye on Chris, it was just that Lamar Blackburn was being too reckless. "Lamar hired a 12-man rcenary team."
Ray King rubbed his temples, his voice weakening. "I'll notify the Chicago Police Departnt; the IRS will be conducting a raid."
Jack chuckled and got up from the sofa. With this guy's cooperation, he could finally relax and have so fun.
"Wait, did you forget sothing?" Ray King called out to Jack, who was about to leave.
"Huh?" The guy looked confused.
Ray King was a little annoyed. "You promised on the phone."
So soon? Jack glanced at Dana, who was sitting obediently with Hannah. The two girls seed to get along quite well.
"What do you think of her?"
Ray King seed to have misunderstood sothing, resting his chin on his hand and frowning thoughtfully. "Didn't your girlfriend just join the FBI?"
"I ant another one, an accountant, her major is relevant, and she just happens to be with that guy."
Jack gave a subtle hint, and seeing the old fox nod without batting an eye, he pulled Hannah away.
Introducing Dana to Ray King was sothing he'd been thinking about for a while. While the girl's intelligence wasn't quite on par with Chris's, she was still a genius with an exceptional talent for numbers. Given her sowhat ambiguous relationship with Chris, Ray King was sure he'd understand his intentions.
"I'm leaving this place to you. I want to get back to LA as soon as possible."
With the IRS director overseeing things, security wasn't an issue. He might as well bring Hannah along.
The sweet girl was a sharpshooter whose marksmanship rivaled Angela's, and she'd just undergone 22 weeks of FBI training; she might even surpass him in so aspects.
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