Chapter 356 Interrogation and breaking up the bones?

The FBI has a total of 56 offices or branches across the federal government, and almost every office has its own SWAT team.

The SWAT team that cooperated with Jack and Rosie came from Denver and was very familiar with this kind of search and capture operations. They even brought a light helicopter.

After studying the information about the Marshak brothers, Jack decided to try to scare the snake away instead of directly kicking the door.

This militia team, which has not even set up a grassroots team, is far inferior to the organized militia group in Montana, but considering that the other party may have anti-aircraft missiles, it is likely to have other types of explosives.

If everyone swarms up, and the other party comes to kill them all, launches an RPG, or detonates explosives, it will definitely cause unnecessary casualties.

So after seeing the topography of the Marshak brothers' farm, Jack asked the local police station to send seven or eight police cars to visit with great fanfare, sirens and lights on.

He and Rosie took the SWAT team and hid behind the farm on the path leading to the forest.

Sure enough, when the police car was less than a mile away from the farm, the people on the farm were alerted. After a moment of panic, two Nissan pickup trucks were started, their lights were turned off, and they secretly drove onto the road behind the farm. path.

All of this was seen by the SWAT team members wearing night vision goggles. The moment the front wheel of the pickup truck hit the tire breaker, an explosion-proof SWAT car roared out of the woods.

The modified and reinforced bumper hit the rear of the second pickup truck hard, knocking its rear wheels off. Then the siren blared loudly and the police lights flashed.

A police light armored vehicle stopped in front of the first pickup truck with a flat tire, and its condescending vehicle searchlights could blind a dog's eyes.

The heavily armed SWAT swarmed forward, and their mission this time was to arrest. Unlike ordinary police officers, they did not put their own safety as the first priority and empty their magazines when people resisted.

"Don't move!"

"Put your hands up!"

"Put your hands up where I can see them!"

"FBI, put your hands up and get out of the car!"

Rossi stood in front of the car majestically, holding a shotgun, with a murderous look on his face, completely different from his usual image of a gentle scholar.

"Open the car door and don't make me shoot!"

Jack took the lead, pointing the Noveske N4 gun in his hand at the head of David Marshak in the driver's seat through the car window.

Compared to the panic and howling of his brother in the passenger seat, David Marshak seemed much calmer. When Jack pulled him out of the car and pressed him tightly against the car, he was still shouting loudly.

"I know my rights and I want a lawyer!"

"Sorry, terrorists don't have human rights!" Jack said and put handcuffs on him. The SWAT team member next to him took out a black hood and put it on him, and then stuffed it into Saboban who arrived later.

The car drove back to the farm, and the local police and FBI had already begun searching buildings such as homes and livestock sheds inside and out.

The SWAT team checked a barn at the other end of the farm and confirmed that there was no problem. They escorted David Marshak in, then turned and closed the door, leaving only Jack and Rosie.

"Wow!"

David Marshak, who had his black hood pulled off, winked hard and finally adapted to the sudden change in light. He finally showed a bit of panic when he found that he was in his own barn instead of being taken into a police station.

"David Marshak, you are in big trouble. Tell me honestly. Maybe I can help you get a cell with better conditions in Guantanamo."

Jack pushed him to sit down on a rough wooden chair, and there was an equally ugly rough wooden table next to the chair.

A bright flashlight was placed in front of David Marshak, and the beam of light shone straight on his face, making it difficult for him to open his eyes. Jack, like a villain, sat down opposite him and covered most of his face. Hidden in the dark.

David Marshak is not tall, but very strong. He has a delicate mustache and a 37-inch haircut, and he looks greasy from the inside out.

"I have nothing to say, you are violating human rights!"

He scratched his neck, looking like he couldn't get enough of it.

Jack was a little unsure. He was already in a standard FBI lynching posture, but this guy still wanted to see a lawyer. Did he not understand what Guantanamo meant?

He looked back at Rossi behind him in confusion. The latter was obviously as confused as him, and he was a little unsure whether David Marshak was pretending to be stupid or really not afraid.

"Let's do it." Rossi walked aside helplessly, picked up a bucket of water, and then took out the towel that had been prepared in his pocket.

"Why don't you try my way first."

Seeing David Marshak looking at the towel in Rossi's hand with a confused expression, obviously not realizing what he was about to face, Jack felt bad. Could this guy be really stupid instead of just pretending? of.

"Tell me, did you do it?"

Jack gently held David Marshak's left hand under his inexplicable gaze and continued to ask.

"I want to see a lawyer!"

Before David Marshak finished speaking, he saw Jack's wrist flick, and his left hand dropped weakly without seeming to exert much force.

"ah!"

Severe pain came, and the next second, David Marshak, whose wrist was dislocated, screamed.

"Farke, what did you bastard do? You broke my hand, Farke, I'm going to sue you!"

Jack didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand to lift and pull. After a crisp click, David Marshak's wrist returned to its original state.

He was so surprised that he couldn't speak for a moment, "How did you do that?"

Jack was speechless. This guy was quite curious. Then he moved his hands upward, grabbing his elbow with one hand and his upper arm with the other. He pulled and separated his elbow joints.

"Ouch!"

The severe pain of the dislocated wrist had not completely disappeared, and more severe pain came from the elbow joint, and David Marshak howled out.

He was wearing short sleeves, and you could clearly see that his bones were bulging out in a terrifying shape under his skin, and he could not help but tremble when he spoke.

"Fake, what did you do to me? Help, help!"

"Shut up!"

Jack pulled and lifted his hand, and there was another click. The raised elbow joint returned to its original state, and the severe pain disappeared. David Marshak immediately stopped struggling, but his eyes were filled with horror.

“The human skeleton is composed of 206 bones, including 29 skull bones, 51 trunk bones, and 126 limb bones. These bones are controlled by 650 muscles and more than 100 joints.

Among these joints, 78 are clearly named, and I can help you move about less than 60. Most of them I can help you recover. Don’t worry, there will be no sequelae, and no doctor can Check out the injury. "

Jack's smile became extremely sinister under the light.