North American Gunslinger Detective

Jimmy checked his two warehouses. He had just talked to James. Since it is difficult to drive in Manhattan, let's take a plane there. The suitcase needs to be streamlined. Only some clothes and belongings should be kept, and the rest should be thrown under his own name.

That warehouse.

Jimmy also checked another warehouse rented in someone else's name. He took some cash and a few gold coins. Because he didn't get a task from Justin for a long time before going to the FBI academy, Jimmy only had 4 gold coins in total now.

Except for the one I carry with me, there are only 3 coins in the warehouse.

Jimmy packed his suitcase, but he took the FBI gun and his own revolver with him and did not put them in the suitcase.

As FBI agents, they are allowed to carry guns on commercial flights because TSA and commercial airlines do not want to have FBI agents present but unable to stop the crime because they do not have weapons when a hijacking case or other situation occurs on the plane.

According to the barrier-free weapons transportation provisions of federal regulations, federal agents are allowed to carry guns on airplanes whether on duty or off duty, but they need to notify the airline to which the flight belongs in advance for registration.

By the way, the two gangsters used two stolen guns from Jimmy to shoot Jimmy. Those two guns are now gathering dust in the LRPD evidence room as evidence, and Jimmy has no interest in taking them back.

Yes, going through the formalities is too troublesome. If the 92F with a silencer is involved again, it will be even more troublesome.

He had already asked Superintendent Chris of the LRPD to help him erase the matter of the missing pistol. There was no sound for more than half a year, which showed that Chris had done a very clean job. Now Jimmy is going to find trouble on his own to get the gun back. It's really...

If something happens to him, Superintendent Chris will also be implicated.

Jimmy prepared all the things he wanted to take to New York, then locked the warehouse and went to the management office to renew the fees for the two warehouses. Then he left and went to the West Branch. This time, he didn't know when he would come back.

I want to meet Kag and Noah to avoid being scolded by them in the future. It’s unreasonable to say hello to colleagues and friends even if they change places.

After all the matters in Little Rock were taken care of, Jimmy left the county police station directly in the afternoon and headed to the airport, preparing to fly directly to New York's LaGuardia Airport.

When Jimmy arrived at the airport, he first informed them at the service desk that he needed to bring a gun on the plane, filled out a form, and then bought a ticket to New York in an hour. After that, he used his FBI ID to carry the gun and passed the security check alone. The security personnel checked in

Weapons are checked in a special channel, and then you wait for your flight in the terminal.

Jimmy is not a rich man now, and of course he does not fly first class. He can only squeeze in the economy class with other people. Jimmy's body shape is already very strong. He is not puffy, nor is he a muscular man.

, but they are very strong. During the five months at the FBI academy, their physical instructors have never stopped training them, ensuring that everyone has enough physical strength to complete other training content. This is not an easy task.

However, it was difficult to get an economy class seat with this body type. Jimmy didn't complain, he just tolerated it a little and waited for the plane to land.

Because he carries a gun, Jimmy cannot enjoy any alcoholic beverages on the plane, which is annoying. In fact, a glass of wine or a small bottle of beer would make him more relaxed during such a frustrating journey. Unfortunately, according to regulations,

, while carrying a firearm, alcohol is not allowed on the plane.

After 9/11, there were usually 1-2 armed air police on commercial flights. However, they were all plainclothes. Jimmy was not interested in seeing everyone, so he did not say hello to them, but they must know this.

There was an armed FBI agent on the flight, maybe not just Jimmy.

When the plane landed in the evening, Jimmy took his suitcase and took a taxi directly to Brooklyn. It was impossible for him to report at night, so he found a small hotel in Brooklyn near Manhattan on the map and stayed for one night. Of course, it was not that place.

A 4 or 5-star hotel that costs hundreds or even thousands of dollars a night is just a small roadside hotel that costs more than 100 dollars a night and is barely clean. Jimmy is not that picky.

Just be energetic when going to report.

Nothing happened all night, of course, except for Jimmy, who could often hear the sound of police sirens. It seemed that the safety of New York was very problematic. Before going to bed, Jimmy stuck a chair under the door handle to give himself more

I bought insurance, and although this hotel seems okay, who knows, safety comes first.

The next morning, Jimmy got up early, freshened up, put on a suit, and hung the pistol holster on his belt. The revolver holster was an armpit holster. It was okay to put on the suit and it was not particularly conspicuous.

Jimmy's Arkansas CCW (Concealed Carry Permit) is useless in New York and is not recognized here, but his FBI ID is genuine, so he carries two guns with him, both of which are concealed. There is no problem with Jimmy's FBI ID throughout the United States.

Guns are carried normally everywhere, even in government agencies, courts and other places where private carrying of guns is prohibited.

After Jimmy checked out, he took a taxi with his luggage to Federal Plaza in Manhattan, which is a federal agency building. Many federal agencies are in this building, and the FBI is on the 23rd floor.

Jimmy entered the building, used his FBI ID to pass through security, and took the elevator to the 23rd floor. The entire floor was the FBI office area. Jimmy came to the front desk and opened his ID.

Jimmy showed his ID to the front desk: "Hi, I'm the new agent Jimmy Young. I'm reporting to Agent Tim Dunn."

Receptionist: "Wait a moment." The receptionist picked up the phone and called Tim Dunn.

Front desk: "Tim, there is a new agent Jimmy Young at the front desk looking for you. OK."

The front desk hung up the phone and said to Jimmy: "Wait a moment, Tim will be here soon."

Jimmy: "Okay. What's your name?"

Front desk: "Stephanie."

Jimmy: "Stephanie, your blue eyes are so beautiful."

The front desk smiled and said, "Thank you."

Jimmy stood waiting at the edge of the front desk. There was no reception area here, not even a chair. Well, generally people who come to the FBI would not need to sit and wait here at the front desk.

After a while, a middle-aged man walked out, in his 40s, white, with slightly curly brown hair.

Tim Dunn: "Hi, I'm Tim Dunn from the executive branch, and you're Jimmy Young, right?"

Jimmy extended his hand to shake Tim's hand, "Yes, I'm Jimmy. I just graduated from the college in Quantico and was assigned to New York."

Tim: "Come with me, let's go in and chat."

Jimmy dragged his suitcase and followed Tim in, arriving at a conference room. Tim asked Jimmy to wait for a while, and then left.