North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 171 A big incident breaks out

Roland changed his clothes and walked out, and the two of them sat on the sofa and continued drinking beer. Well, when Roland came in just now, he brought the beer in the corridor.

Roland spoke first: "Jimmy, tell me, how are you now?"

Jimmy: "Roland, can you see? My situation."

Roland: "Yeah, so, tell me about your situation."

Jimmy has also considered this situation. For Roland, a man who has traveled through multiple worlds and eliminated demons from other worlds in this world, his situation should not be a shocking thing, and Roland should be able to understand it.

Jimmy: "I used to be a firefighter, a firefighter in another world. I had an accident in a fire accident and was declared dead. Then my soul came to a gate. After passing through the gate, I came to this

The world enters this body.

The time was 2 years ago, when the original Jimmy must have had an accident. Since I came, his soul has never appeared, and I have not seen any abnormalities between the soul and this body.

After some things happened, I joined the Pulaski County Police Department, which I told you last time. In the police department, I discovered my talent for revolvers, and other weapons are at the level of normal people. The more I train, the better.

I can master it, and the revolver is like an extension of my hand, with great skill and accuracy.

I have always believed that Revolver's talent is inherent in this body. However, after I saw you here last time, I realized that this is the result of Jimmy's hard training for 8 years, and I directly inherited his efforts and became

My current talent.

After about a year in the police station, I switched from a patrol officer to a full-time support position, and now I am basically stationed at the county police headquarters. This has been my experience in the past two years."

Roland: "It's probably similar to what I thought. I think you haven't had a hard time in the past two years. Have you killed anyone?"

Jimmy: "Can you tell?"

Roland: "Well, I've seen the look in your eyes many times before. It seems like you have killed quite a few people. How many?"

Jimmy: "Maybe 20-30."

Roland straightened his body instantly.

Jimmy quickly waved his hand: "Don't get excited, they are all criminals. Everyone has a reason to be killed. My profession is a policeman, which is to stop criminals. I have never killed any innocent people."

Roland relaxed a little and leaned on the sofa: "You used to be a firefighter? Why did it become like this? Why did you kill so many people? As far as I know, the vast majority of police officers may never kill a person in their lifetime.

.A lot of people don’t even fire a gun until they retire.”

Jimmy: "I've thought about this. When I first came here, I was probably affected by this body. I was very irritable for a while. I would shoot impulsively towards criminals, especially criminals in vicious cases.

After about half a year, this impulse gradually disappeared. After that, I basically killed people in missions. For ordinary crimes, I didn’t even shoot."

Roland: "It seems that you are still affected. Jimmy, congratulations. You can handle it and avoid becoming the same person as before."

Jimmy: "Well, I used to save people, and I never thought that I would become an executioner in this life. By the way, my nickname at the police station is The Butcher. Although I don't like it, for the police, it's the first

It’s a nickname that I still cherish very much.”

Roland: "Well, keep your heart and don't fall."

The two chatted about some of the cases Jimmy had handled, and it was obvious that Roland was actually in a good mood, but his face didn't really express much.

Roland: "Jimmy, there's only so much I can teach you about guns. The rest is up to you. You can leave and protect yourself."

Jimmy raised his head and emptied the beer, put the bottle on the coffee table, and stood up.

Jimmy: "Thank you, Roland. You have to take care of yourself too. If anything happens, call me."

Jimmy took out a business card from his pocket and placed it on the coffee table. The phone number printed on his police station business card was his own frequently used phone number, so he did not prepare a personal business card.

Jimmy walked up to Roland, hugged him, turned and left the cabin. Roland didn't move, just sat down and looked down at the business card on the coffee table.

Jimmy drove into his car and left Roland's house.

Jimmy returned to Hamilton. He checked out of the hotel when he left, and had to book a room again this time. Because it was already afternoon, it was not a good idea to drive back to Little Rock at this time. It was probably after midnight when he got home.

Jimmy is on vacation now. There is nothing urgent to deal with, so he will not be in a hurry to return.

After putting his luggage in the hotel room, Jimmy took a short rest and went out. It was already evening. Jimmy went out to find a restaurant for dinner, and then went to a lively bar on the recommendation of the taxi driver. He just arrived.

He was stopped at the door.

Jimmy went out this time with a belt holster, and the revolver was hung on the waist and exposed. There was no problem walking on the street, but it was not allowed in places like bars that sell spirits. Of course, I didn't see any concealed guns.

It doesn't matter anymore.

This is Texas, not Jimmy's territory. He had no choice but to return to the hotel, clean up all the debris on his body, and then go out again with his mobile wallet. This time he didn't run too far and found a bar near the hotel.

Fortunately, there was a live broadcast of the baseball game in the evening. This bar was obviously a gathering place for fans. Jimmy was just having fun anyway, so it didn't matter. He just drank and watched the game, and chatted with the people next to him when he had nothing to do.

Early the next morning, while Jimmy was still sleeping, the phone rang suddenly. Jimmy drowsily picked up the phone from the bedside table.

Jimmy: "I'm Jimmy, what's the matter?"

James: "Jimmy, it's me, James, where are you? Turn on the TV, quick."

Jimmy: "Oh, James, I'm in Texas. I'm on vacation right now. Well, it's only 8 o'clock in the morning."

James: "Stop talking, turn on the TV now, any channel, something big has happened."

Jimmy did not hang up the phone, but took the TV remote control from the bedside table and turned on the TV.

Although the hotel was not a four- or five-star hotel, the cable TV bill was still paid. Jimmy turned on the TV and jumped directly to CBS. Since James was so anxious, it must be something big. Jimmy was still a little confused. He looked at the burning building on the TV screen.

react.

Jimmy: "James, what's the date today?"

James: "9.11"

Jimmy: "I'll watch TV first and hang up the phone. Goodbye."

(End of chapter)