Reborn: The Rookie Detective Chapter 286 286: 286-Two shots

"I am your angel of death, Dale Degrot. I want you to know what I'm about to do."

In Block D, Gunnar Card, with a fierce appearance and the Third Reich eagle tattooed on his neck and throat, was personally operating an acetylene cutting gun, busy at the lock of cell number 3's iron door.

"Once I burn through this door, you're dead."

"I'm going to burn you alive, you filthy, lying little rat, so everyone knows what happens to inforrs."

Behind him, the brown-skinned Latina nun Carlita, clutching her pierced abdon, leaned against the iron door of cell number 5, panting painfully.

"Gunnar, stop! There are police everywhere outside."

"Shut up, Carlita, you God's whore! You're alive because of , this so-called racist, who has absolutely no interest in you."

Gunnar Card's two henchn, acting as perfect codians, burst into laughter at opportune monts.

"Shut up, you bunch of bastards. Show so respect to clergy."

Hotchner's stern warning echoed from cell number 5.

Gunnar Card suddenly put down his acetylene cutter, walked to the cell door, and sneered at the inside.

"I've heard of you, the FBI's BAU. I heard it's full of smart guys. I don't understand how smart people like you were fooled by an idiot like Chester Hardwick."

"He told about his plan. His execution date is approaching, and you're his last lifeline. So he set a trap to be alone with you."

"No guns, no cell phones, no guards. That way he can easily kill two FBI nerds and postpone his execution. I admire that idea, so I told him when we'd riot."

"Well, since you can still talk, why don't you reveal whether he was killed by you instead?"

Hotchner didn't reply. After a mont of silence, Reid's incessant chatter filled cell number 5.

"Actually, I don't think you can open that iron door like this. The lock on this old-fashioned door is almost a solid block of iron; it would take at least an hour to completely open it with a cutting machine."

"If I were you, I would target the other hinge. That's a common human limitation. Actually, if you just cut the top and bottom hinges, the iron door will collapse."

"Shut up, Dr. Reid. This isn't the ti for you to show off. Once he opens that cell door, the person inside is dead."

With Hotchner's reprimand, Reid let out a soft exclamation, seemingly realizing his slip of the tongue.

Gunnar Card froze, seemingly trying to figure out if the two FBI agents were acting or had genuinely let sothing slip.

"Is he telling the truth?" he suddenly turned to his two subordinates.

The two exchanged bewildered glances.

"Boss, we don't understand this. We're just the thugs. You're the one who's thinking."

Gunnar Card hesitated for a mont, then re-inspected the iron door, muttered a curse under his breath, picked up the cutting gun, and was about to continue his work.

"Boom!" Suddenly, a loud bang ca from the corridor. Gunnar Card was startled, dropped his tools, looked up at the end of the corridor, and reached for the AR rifle lying to the side.

Accompanied by a series of muffled footsteps approaching, an accomplice dressed in full prison guard riot gear stumbled into the corridor.

The accomplice was covered in blood and looked extrely disheveled. His left hand was inside the armor on his abdon, seemingly trying to cover the wound, but blood kept dripping out.

This guy was incredibly tough, charging towards them without a word, his right hand gripping a pistol tightly.

"What happened?"

Already agitated, Gunnar Card straightened up and asked, his two henchn quickly stepping forward to support the injured man.

His comrade, staggering, seed unsteady, barely managing to regain his footing. His helted head slowly lifted, and Gunnar Card, who had been watching him closely, suddenly sensed sothing was wrong.

"Where did you get that pistol?"

The guy's weapon was ridiculously impressive; he hadn't seen such a good gun during his search of the armory.

"Bang!" Gunnar Card, his mind racing, fell backward.

Bang! Bang!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Jack drew his MK24 from his abdominal armor with his left hand, simultaneously firing his FK7.5 in his right.

A single shot to the forehead struck Gunnar Card, sending him to the ground. The two nearby prisoners, still reeling from the shock, were each shot twice in the chest.

Done. Jack raised two pistols, blew on them, like he was filming a Western, except the only audience was an elderly nun, already sowhat delirious from blood loss.

"All clear."

With his call, a flurry of footsteps echoed down the corridor as a group of SWAT team mbers rushed out from around the corner.

"Good marksmanship." Hondo walked to Jack's side, looking at the three corpses on the ground, and couldn't help but whistle.

But when Jack suggested he approach them alone, posing as Gunnar Card's accomplice, Hondo hesitated. However, Jack's next words dispelled his hesitation.

"Even if we fail, things won't be any worse than they are now, right?"

So the group sprang into action, finding a full set of riot gear and a helt belonging to a prison guard for Jack to wear, punching a hole in his abdon and stuffing it with a bag of blood plasma.

Then, feigning negotiations, three SWAT team mbers simultaneously killed the three prisoners blocking the door with HK416s equipped with silencers, and then used plastic explosives to blast open the welded-shut iron door.

Almost as soon as the iron door was blown open, Jack dashed out, turned a corner at full speed, rushed through a corridor, and only then slowed down, pretending to be a wounded prisoner returning with his head down, gaining the opportunity to get close to Gunnar Card.

Gunnar Card was neither the first nor likely the last criminal to be fooled by Jack's increasingly sophisticated acting skills.

[A/n: Where is this skill in front of your woman, even a plant can act much better than you.]

Opening the iron door of cell number 5, Hotchner appeared before Jack, displaying his usually composed expression.

Always impeccably dressed in a suit and tie, he was now neither wearing a suit nor tie, only a blue shirt underneath, several buttons ripped off, revealing a thick chest hair.

"Whoa, what did you do to Reid?" Jack was startled by his appearance; there was even a bruise around his eye.

Hotchner impatiently stepped aside, revealing a prisoner lying on the ground behind him, with Reid anxiously guarding him.