Chapter 282: Strategy for Area A

"We don't care about this. I only know that they usually don't even let us watch TV. But today, not only did we get ice cream from the cafeteria, but we can also sit here comfortably and enjoy our favorite TV series."

The old man sitting at the very edge saw everyone put down their guns, so he also put down his raised hands and dug another big spoonful for himself.

Jack looked back at the TV behind him, which was playing "The Young and the Restless". This American TV series actually exists in this world.

This is a super long drama. Even he, who was so bored in his previous life that he watched American dramas every day, did not dare to try it easily. After all, this drama has been broadcast since 1973 and has almost 12,000 episodes.

"Okay, the viewing party is over." Hondo sighed and took out the plastic zip ties.

"Hey, come on guys, for the sake of everyone being guilty and we're not hurting anyone, why can't you just leave us here and close the door and leave?"

Da Laohei said angrily, waving the spoon in his hand with excitement.

"We have to work seven days a week, four people are crowded into a cell, and now we just want a day of relaxation. Is this too much?"

"Is what he said true?" Jack glanced at the prison guard Tower behind him.

"Yes, the warden said that there are not enough cells here and the government's subsidies are too small. They need to earn food expenses for themselves." Prison guard Tali hesitated for a while, but finally nodded and admitted.

"If I remember correctly, the federal government's daily subsidy to a prisoner is 58 dollars." Hondo's expression became ugly.

"Actually, if you are willing to be good children, it is not impossible to be accommodating." Jack smiled and begged for them.

When everyone left the prison guard lounge, six prisoners were left in the room with their hands and feet bound with plastic ties and tape on their mouths.

Jack also thoughtfully adjusted the position of the sofa so that they could sit facing the TV.

"A good boy shouldn't eat too much ice cream, or he'll get tooth decay."

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After closing the door, Vice Captain Deacon expressed his opinion tactfully, "I don't feel very good about this prison."

"Let's deal with the current riot first." Hondo said with a straight face, indicating that now was not the time to talk about this.

Walking through the corridor outside the prison guard lounge, the SWATs saw a row of empty cells. The floor was in a mess, with sheets torn by prisoners and burned debris everywhere.

"Turn left ahead and go through a corridor, which is the cell where my colleagues are detained."

The prison guard tower trembled and pointed forward. There were more than ten corpses lying in the corner in front, looking as if they had just experienced the end of the world.

"Hondo?" Jack reminded in a low voice.

"Keep going." Hondo didn't seem to care, but he suddenly put his left hand behind his back and made a tactical gesture.

Before they could turn the corner, two prisoners holding pistols suddenly appeared in front of everyone. It seemed that the SWAT team members were frightened by the sudden sight and turned around and ran away.

"Stop, LAPD-SWAT!" Hondo shouted loudly, picked up HK416 and took the lead in chasing into the long corridor.

"Drop your weapons or we'll shoot!"

"Put your hands up!"

Hearing the footsteps fading away, most of the "corpses" in the corner jumped up, took out the hidden weapons from under their bodies, and planned to outflank them from both sides.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The two shock bombs exploded almost at the same time, blowing up the COS "The Walking Dead" guys.

"Farke!"

"What the hell!"

"What happened?" Screams came one after another, and a tall and thin black man sat down on the ground in pain, still trying to fumble for the pistol that fell on the ground.

"Poof!" Jack hit him on the head with the butt of his gun, completely incapacitating him.

"Kettle Potter? I heard that you are a smart guy. Are you pretending to be dead? Is that all you have?"

These guys who were pretending to be dead were not professional at all, and their heavy breathing couldn't hide Jack's heightened senses.

Hondo, who was reminded by him, immediately noticed the abnormality and made a gesture to ask them to stay where they were. He and Luca pretended to have fallen into the trap, and pursued the prison guard Tali into the unobstructed corridor.

Kettle Porter, the leader of the "19th Gang", wants to set up an ambush in the corridor by pretending to be dead, attack the SWAT team from front to back, and capture them alive.

But they didn't expect to be seen through directly. Jack and Deacon stopped in place and didn't move at all. Before the gang got up, one of them threw a shock bomb, hitting the boss of the "19th Gang" and his men who were pretending to be dead. Hey guys, here comes a refreshing wake-up package.

"Don't move. If you move again I'll shoot." Dickon's thick military boots firmly stepped on the back of a certain hand that was not very trustworthy, causing the other person to scream in pain.

"Hondo?" Deacon stared intently at the group of guys in front of him, turned his head slightly and shouted into the corridor.

"It's done." Hondo and Luca each dragged a body back, followed by prison guard Tali who was frightened and turned pale.

The explosion of the shock bomb masked the sound of gunfire. They chased into the corridor a few steps before decisively firing, killing the two prisoners serving as bait. After confirming that there was no threat ahead, they retreated with the bodies.

"Next time you want to pretend to be dead, remember to face outward, don't close your eyes, and stare them wide."

Jack tied the two guys together, smiled and patted Kettle Potter on the cheek.

"I tried, and none of these guys could hold back without blinking, including myself."

The tall, thin black man was put back into the cell with his head downcast.

"Hey, Tali, good job." On the other side, five prison guards who had been stripped down to their underwear were released by Tali and patted his shoulders hard to express their gratitude.

"Where are their uniforms and protective equipment?" Jack looked around, patted the iron bars of the cell, and signaled Kettle Potter to tell the truth.

"They were asked to leave by the Crispy Eagle. They opened the armory and had the guns in their hands. Gunnar Card offered to exchange these pistols for the prison guards' uniforms and protective gear."

In some ways, Keitel Porter is indeed a smart person, knowing that the situation is over and becoming very cooperative.

Jack and Hondo looked at each other, "Gonna Card is planning to disguise himself as a prison guard and sneak out?"

"It shouldn't be that simple. There are all our people outside, and everyone who goes out must go through strict screening."

Hondo couldn't guess what the leader of the Spicy Eagle, Gunnar Card, was planning, but it was obvious that he was probably the culprit behind everything.

"Command, Kettle Porter and the backbone of his 'Nineteenth Gang' are back in their cells, and the hostages have been found. Let the LAPD officers enter Area A to deal with the aftermath."

After finishing the call with the command center, Hondo pointed to the other end of the cell and said to prison guard Tali.

"Take your colleague out through the fire escape over there. LAPD officers are waiting at the door. Thank you for your help."

Tali nodded gratefully, "Thank you for saving me, too. Thank you."