Near the east side of the town, the gates of Avalon Club are closed and the interior is silent.
The guard at the door sat in the security room, staring at the surveillance screen and napping.
In the VIP building, Barack Bernan and Fernando Crane were taking the elevator to the first floor of the underground.
Fernando said, "Which one would you choose tonight? I've been busy for a day, so I'll treat myself."
"Look first." Barack turned out of the elevator and entered the long corridor. He slowed down and looked at both sides of the corridor.
There are separate rooms built here, with thick plexiglass doors, and you can see everything inside through the door.
In each room, a girl or boy is imprisoned.
The oldest of the former is only about 20 years old.
The latter are generally only in their early teens.
According to Buddy Ackerman's instructions, the club was temporarily closed, and Barack came to collect some important information to prepare for the next step of changing the location.
The boss is preparing to buy an island to build a paradise on earth.
Fernando suddenly stopped, pointed to a Mexican boy inside the glass door and said, "I'm going to choose him, where are you?"
Barack frowned: "How do you choose a boy?"
Fernando said seriously: "Because I have been a priest and a priest in Japan, it was a not very good memory. Japanese people hate priests very much."
This serious man, Barack, had no idea of keeping up with the other party, and asked, "Why?"
"Because priests like little boys, and the Japanese hate little boys very much," Fernando said.
Suddenly, a muffled sound suddenly came from the ventilation duct, as if an explosion had occurred.
Barack picked up the wireless intercom he carried with him immediately and shouted, "What happened? What happened?"
No sound came, and there was a sizzling sound.
"No, the radio was cut off!" Fernando didn't care about the little boy, and quickly ran back, taking out his pistol.
Barack felt something was wrong, so he came to the nearby guard room and picked up the landline, but the phone rang out with a busy voice.
Two SWAT action teams from the FBI, after cutting off the external contacts of Avalon Club, attacked the club from the front and back.
The team members at the front door interfered with surveillance and used C4 to blow up the main door.
The security guards had just gotten up from under the table. With the roar of shotguns, the glass of the door blew into pieces, and two grenades were thrown in from the rift.
Two more explosions sounded, and the agents rushed up kicked open the door, one of them held a gun and the other rushed in.
After the bang of gunfire, the guards went to meet their God.
"Safe!" a special agent shouted.
A dozen agents wearing helmets, masks and night vision shots rushed in through the front door.
Jennifer, who was temporarily commander, followed the last.
During the preparation period, she retrieved the construction drawings of the club. The above-ground area is not large, but the underground area is divided into two floors.
Jennifer shouted, "The target is right ahead, all threatening targets, clear!"
"Search forward!" The SWAT captain ordered: "Snipers build observation positions!"
In the room ahead, someone fired a shot and immediately fought back.
Gunshots rang out.
The sniper is reaching the high point.
Jennifer said to the phone: "Tiger 1, Tiger 2, invade, fire cover!"
Two armed off-road vehicles drove in through the broken door.
The two light machine guns installed on the roof of the car immediately opened fire fiercely at the enemy's fire point.
Other agents quickly advanced forward with strong firepower cover.
Bang-
The sound of sniper rifles sounded, and someone fell from the roof of the building amid screams.
At the same time, the back door was also blown up, and another SWAT action team affiliated with the FBI rushed in.
The two sides attacked from front to back and quickly entered the building.
Fernando came up from the ground, turned out of the elevator, and saw four or five people pointing their guns at the entrance ahead. He was about to command these people, but two things flew in one after another.
He also reacted quickly and immediately threw himself to the side.
A roar sounded, Fernando was dizzy, his eyes couldn't see clearly, and his nose and tears flowed.
Before he could wake up a little, the gunshots rang again.
The members of the operation team who rushed in did not hesitate to re-energize the guns as long as they saw the people with weapons around them.
After a gunshot, Fernando opened a big hole in his head.
The gap between the two sides from equipment to training level and then to command ability is too big.
Especially the club's communication has been cut off, so I can only rely on yelling.
Barack ran to the second floor of the underground and entered an office. He wanted to try to contact the outside world through the office's dedicated line.
If something goes wrong here, Ackerman Manor must be notified.
But the dedicated line is also unavailable.
Barack realized that the opponent that came this time was extraordinary, and it was most likely the federal power.
"FBI! Let me see your hands!" There were shouts and gunfire outside the office.
Those **** who tried to resist all tasted the smell of bullets. Barack sat on the chair and opened a drawer on the desk, which contained a P9 pistol.
He slowly reached out his hand, trying to hold the pistol.
Barack doesn't use guns very much. He never thought about fighting against the professional agents of the FBI. Instead, considering what he did, he might be worse than death when he fell into the hands of the FBI.
When he sees those who are being dug up their hearts and livers, he thinks it's no big deal.
Even the little girls and boys died tragically in front of them, believing that death was a relief for them.
But when it was his turn, Barack's hand just touched the handle of the gun and he retracted it as if he was electrocuted.
“FBI…”
Hearing this voice, Barack quickly raised his hand, for fear of misunderstandings on the other side.
A fully armed agent was on guard with a gun, and another entered the office, looked at Barack carefully, and shouted to the radio: "Discover target No. 1 in the T2 office! Repeat, discover target No. 1 in the T2 office."
When the agent pulled Barack out and put on the restraint belt, Jennifer rushed over with the trusted agent.
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She recognized Barack at a glance and asked, "Name, position."
Barack shut up and wanted to say lawyers and power, and before he could say anything, Jennifer gave a look.
The masked agent turned the gun and the stock hit Barack in the stomach.
Barack fell to the ground in pain, his saliva, nose, tears came out.
Jennifer asked, "Name, position."
"I am the chairman of the Ackerman Charity Foundation, Barack Bernan." Barack answered quickly.
Jennifer waved his hands and the two agents left the office and guarded the door.
The confidant closed the door.
Jennifer asked directly: "Where are the girls' photos and videos you took? You understand what I'm talking about. You have ten seconds to think about it. If you don't say you will die. If you can't satisfy me, you will die."
She pulled open the corners of her mouth and showed a cruel smile: "I'll give you a chance to cooperate with the FBI and become a witness. You know your internal style of work. Even if you don't say anything, as long as the FBI announces the news of your arrest, all the charges of this club will fall on you who have committed suicide."
"Start the timing now, 10..."
Hearing Jennifer's countdown, Barack thought of his dead friend Bro Derek, and the specific execution was the order he issued.
He had not committed suicide before, had not picked up the gun to resist, and had lost his courage and quickly shouted, "I know where!"
In another office on this floor, Barack took out multiple CDs and USB flash drives.
Jennifer looked through briefly and found that each disc had its name marked on it, one of which reads Edwards.
She unplugged the office computer network cable, turned on the computer and looked at it, and said, "Take him down, you and Jackson take care of the prison in person."
Jennifer packed up the things, returned to the upper floor, entered his car, took out the prepared USB flash drive, and made several backups.
The club has been controlled, and the number of girls and boys on the underground floor is beyond expectations.
In addition, dozens of corpses, as well as various leather materials, leather products and separate fragments were found in the ice warehouse of the auxiliary building.
This case is very complicated.
Jennifer got out of the car, came to the periphery, and handed it over to Jero, who was wearing FBI equipment and also wearing a mask, and said, "There are all things here."
Yero nodded, put it away, and drove away.
Jennifer took out his spare cell phone and called the commander-in-chief Hawke: "The thing was found, I asked someone to send it over. The situation here is quite complicated. There are many dead and imprisoned people. I want to call for support."
Hawke said, “Follow your procedures.”
The phone was quickly hung up there.
Hawke thought about it slightly and called Brian: "The thing is here, you start it."
Brian replied, “Get it.”
Hawke looked at Edward: "Notify Halle Wayne through the Twitter group."
Edward has already logged into a Twitter account and sent a message through the background, @Halley Wayne in the group.
Hawke called again: "Sean Edward is in Malibu's villa. According to normal circumstances, once the Ackerman family gets the news, they will immediately let him return to the manor and catch him, and it is best to live."
...
Fox TV Center, the show is over, and Halle Wayne walks out of the studio.
There was a lot of applause around, and everyone involved in the show knew that they had just reported extremely amazing news.
Roger Ayers came forward and shook hands with Harley: "You did a great job."
Halle said, "Thank you for your support." She said to the surroundings again, "Thank you for your support."
Roger, who has been in the media industry for many years, knew that Fox needed employees like Harley, and was very needed, reminded him: "You have recently lived in Fox Building and there will be several bodyguards protecting you 24 hours a day."
Halle is very brave when she should be brave, her purpose has been achieved, and she will not be stupid when she should protect her own safety: "I follow the company's arrangements."
As the news airs, cut-off phones, cell phones and network signals are restored.
Roger's cell phone rings continuously.
A prompt sound came from Harley's phone and quickly took it out and opened it. Someone sent her a message on Twitter.
It was posted by someone from the victim group on Twitter. A person living on Santa Catalina Island told Halle that more than 20 minutes ago, dozens of FBI agents raided the Avalon Club.
Halle had heard news before that the Avalon Club was a new special place for the Ackerman family.
Seeing that Roger was still there, she hurried over and waited until he finished calling, told the news clues he had just obtained, and asked the TV center to arrange helicopters and capable personnel to go to Avalon City.
Roger just received a call from Rupert, knowing that there was someone planning and promoting it all, and at this time, Harley was just in the process of charging. (End of this chapter)
The guard at the door sat in the security room, staring at the surveillance screen and napping.
In the VIP building, Barack Bernan and Fernando Crane were taking the elevator to the first floor of the underground.
Fernando said, "Which one would you choose tonight? I've been busy for a day, so I'll treat myself."
"Look first." Barack turned out of the elevator and entered the long corridor. He slowed down and looked at both sides of the corridor.
There are separate rooms built here, with thick plexiglass doors, and you can see everything inside through the door.
In each room, a girl or boy is imprisoned.
The oldest of the former is only about 20 years old.
The latter are generally only in their early teens.
According to Buddy Ackerman's instructions, the club was temporarily closed, and Barack came to collect some important information to prepare for the next step of changing the location.
The boss is preparing to buy an island to build a paradise on earth.
Fernando suddenly stopped, pointed to a Mexican boy inside the glass door and said, "I'm going to choose him, where are you?"
Barack frowned: "How do you choose a boy?"
Fernando said seriously: "Because I have been a priest and a priest in Japan, it was a not very good memory. Japanese people hate priests very much."
This serious man, Barack, had no idea of keeping up with the other party, and asked, "Why?"
"Because priests like little boys, and the Japanese hate little boys very much," Fernando said.
Suddenly, a muffled sound suddenly came from the ventilation duct, as if an explosion had occurred.
Barack picked up the wireless intercom he carried with him immediately and shouted, "What happened? What happened?"
No sound came, and there was a sizzling sound.
"No, the radio was cut off!" Fernando didn't care about the little boy, and quickly ran back, taking out his pistol.
Barack felt something was wrong, so he came to the nearby guard room and picked up the landline, but the phone rang out with a busy voice.
Two SWAT action teams from the FBI, after cutting off the external contacts of Avalon Club, attacked the club from the front and back.
The team members at the front door interfered with surveillance and used C4 to blow up the main door.
The security guards had just gotten up from under the table. With the roar of shotguns, the glass of the door blew into pieces, and two grenades were thrown in from the rift.
Two more explosions sounded, and the agents rushed up kicked open the door, one of them held a gun and the other rushed in.
After the bang of gunfire, the guards went to meet their God.
"Safe!" a special agent shouted.
A dozen agents wearing helmets, masks and night vision shots rushed in through the front door.
Jennifer, who was temporarily commander, followed the last.
During the preparation period, she retrieved the construction drawings of the club. The above-ground area is not large, but the underground area is divided into two floors.
Jennifer shouted, "The target is right ahead, all threatening targets, clear!"
"Search forward!" The SWAT captain ordered: "Snipers build observation positions!"
In the room ahead, someone fired a shot and immediately fought back.
Gunshots rang out.
The sniper is reaching the high point.
Jennifer said to the phone: "Tiger 1, Tiger 2, invade, fire cover!"
Two armed off-road vehicles drove in through the broken door.
The two light machine guns installed on the roof of the car immediately opened fire fiercely at the enemy's fire point.
Other agents quickly advanced forward with strong firepower cover.
Bang-
The sound of sniper rifles sounded, and someone fell from the roof of the building amid screams.
At the same time, the back door was also blown up, and another SWAT action team affiliated with the FBI rushed in.
The two sides attacked from front to back and quickly entered the building.
Fernando came up from the ground, turned out of the elevator, and saw four or five people pointing their guns at the entrance ahead. He was about to command these people, but two things flew in one after another.
He also reacted quickly and immediately threw himself to the side.
A roar sounded, Fernando was dizzy, his eyes couldn't see clearly, and his nose and tears flowed.
Before he could wake up a little, the gunshots rang again.
The members of the operation team who rushed in did not hesitate to re-energize the guns as long as they saw the people with weapons around them.
After a gunshot, Fernando opened a big hole in his head.
The gap between the two sides from equipment to training level and then to command ability is too big.
Especially the club's communication has been cut off, so I can only rely on yelling.
Barack ran to the second floor of the underground and entered an office. He wanted to try to contact the outside world through the office's dedicated line.
If something goes wrong here, Ackerman Manor must be notified.
But the dedicated line is also unavailable.
Barack realized that the opponent that came this time was extraordinary, and it was most likely the federal power.
"FBI! Let me see your hands!" There were shouts and gunfire outside the office.
Those **** who tried to resist all tasted the smell of bullets. Barack sat on the chair and opened a drawer on the desk, which contained a P9 pistol.
He slowly reached out his hand, trying to hold the pistol.
Barack doesn't use guns very much. He never thought about fighting against the professional agents of the FBI. Instead, considering what he did, he might be worse than death when he fell into the hands of the FBI.
When he sees those who are being dug up their hearts and livers, he thinks it's no big deal.
Even the little girls and boys died tragically in front of them, believing that death was a relief for them.
But when it was his turn, Barack's hand just touched the handle of the gun and he retracted it as if he was electrocuted.
“FBI…”
Hearing this voice, Barack quickly raised his hand, for fear of misunderstandings on the other side.
A fully armed agent was on guard with a gun, and another entered the office, looked at Barack carefully, and shouted to the radio: "Discover target No. 1 in the T2 office! Repeat, discover target No. 1 in the T2 office."
When the agent pulled Barack out and put on the restraint belt, Jennifer rushed over with the trusted agent.
The newest ⊥Xiao⊥Speak⊥Send⊥Six⊥9⊥Book⊥⊥⊥⊥Back⊥⊥⊥⊥!
She recognized Barack at a glance and asked, "Name, position."
Barack shut up and wanted to say lawyers and power, and before he could say anything, Jennifer gave a look.
The masked agent turned the gun and the stock hit Barack in the stomach.
Barack fell to the ground in pain, his saliva, nose, tears came out.
Jennifer asked, "Name, position."
"I am the chairman of the Ackerman Charity Foundation, Barack Bernan." Barack answered quickly.
Jennifer waved his hands and the two agents left the office and guarded the door.
The confidant closed the door.
Jennifer asked directly: "Where are the girls' photos and videos you took? You understand what I'm talking about. You have ten seconds to think about it. If you don't say you will die. If you can't satisfy me, you will die."
She pulled open the corners of her mouth and showed a cruel smile: "I'll give you a chance to cooperate with the FBI and become a witness. You know your internal style of work. Even if you don't say anything, as long as the FBI announces the news of your arrest, all the charges of this club will fall on you who have committed suicide."
"Start the timing now, 10..."
Hearing Jennifer's countdown, Barack thought of his dead friend Bro Derek, and the specific execution was the order he issued.
He had not committed suicide before, had not picked up the gun to resist, and had lost his courage and quickly shouted, "I know where!"
In another office on this floor, Barack took out multiple CDs and USB flash drives.
Jennifer looked through briefly and found that each disc had its name marked on it, one of which reads Edwards.
She unplugged the office computer network cable, turned on the computer and looked at it, and said, "Take him down, you and Jackson take care of the prison in person."
Jennifer packed up the things, returned to the upper floor, entered his car, took out the prepared USB flash drive, and made several backups.
The club has been controlled, and the number of girls and boys on the underground floor is beyond expectations.
In addition, dozens of corpses, as well as various leather materials, leather products and separate fragments were found in the ice warehouse of the auxiliary building.
This case is very complicated.
Jennifer got out of the car, came to the periphery, and handed it over to Jero, who was wearing FBI equipment and also wearing a mask, and said, "There are all things here."
Yero nodded, put it away, and drove away.
Jennifer took out his spare cell phone and called the commander-in-chief Hawke: "The thing was found, I asked someone to send it over. The situation here is quite complicated. There are many dead and imprisoned people. I want to call for support."
Hawke said, “Follow your procedures.”
The phone was quickly hung up there.
Hawke thought about it slightly and called Brian: "The thing is here, you start it."
Brian replied, “Get it.”
Hawke looked at Edward: "Notify Halle Wayne through the Twitter group."
Edward has already logged into a Twitter account and sent a message through the background, @Halley Wayne in the group.
Hawke called again: "Sean Edward is in Malibu's villa. According to normal circumstances, once the Ackerman family gets the news, they will immediately let him return to the manor and catch him, and it is best to live."
...
Fox TV Center, the show is over, and Halle Wayne walks out of the studio.
There was a lot of applause around, and everyone involved in the show knew that they had just reported extremely amazing news.
Roger Ayers came forward and shook hands with Harley: "You did a great job."
Halle said, "Thank you for your support." She said to the surroundings again, "Thank you for your support."
Roger, who has been in the media industry for many years, knew that Fox needed employees like Harley, and was very needed, reminded him: "You have recently lived in Fox Building and there will be several bodyguards protecting you 24 hours a day."
Halle is very brave when she should be brave, her purpose has been achieved, and she will not be stupid when she should protect her own safety: "I follow the company's arrangements."
As the news airs, cut-off phones, cell phones and network signals are restored.
Roger's cell phone rings continuously.
A prompt sound came from Harley's phone and quickly took it out and opened it. Someone sent her a message on Twitter.
It was posted by someone from the victim group on Twitter. A person living on Santa Catalina Island told Halle that more than 20 minutes ago, dozens of FBI agents raided the Avalon Club.
Halle had heard news before that the Avalon Club was a new special place for the Ackerman family.
Seeing that Roger was still there, she hurried over and waited until he finished calling, told the news clues he had just obtained, and asked the TV center to arrange helicopters and capable personnel to go to Avalon City.
Roger just received a call from Rupert, knowing that there was someone planning and promoting it all, and at this time, Harley was just in the process of charging. (End of this chapter)
