North American Gunslinger Detective

Jimmy followed Jones into the apartment. Fortunately, when he entered the room, he discovered that there were glass windows in the front and back, allowing him to see above the ground. Sunlight could shine in normally, but the ventilation was probably not very good. In addition, he could see the door.

When it rains, I worry about water intrusion.

But when I came here, I saw from the roadside that many buildings had such a structure. It should be fine, if it was a unified specification. If water flooded every time it rained, who would live in a house like this?

Jimmy was thinking wildly. He really couldn't figure out the brain circuits of these old beauties. Let alone his previous life, he had never seen such a structure even in Little Rock. Everything there was big. The area of ​​the single apartment he rented was larger than the

60 square meters.

Jones: "This is my room. You can sleep on that sofa at night. It should be long enough." Jimmy took a look and saw that the three-seater couch was of good width. It was much better than expected.

Jimmy put the suitcase next to the sofa and said to Jones: "Is there a supermarket nearby? I need to buy something."

Jones: "Of course. Just turn right when you go out and you'll find it after crossing two streets. I'll give you a key."

Jimmy took the key and said, "Thanks, what do you want for dinner? Let's go have something together?"

Jones: "NO, I have something to do. You can handle it yourself. I'm leaving first."

Jimmy nodded to Jones, and he followed him out of the apartment.

Jones dealt with his own affairs, while Jimmy decided to go to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities such as toothpaste, toothbrushes, and towels. He did not have these in his luggage before.

By the way, Jones has a really big heart. When he met a colleague on the first day, he dared to directly ask Jimmy to live with him for a few days, and even dared to give Jimmy the key. I don’t know what to say, but he trusted me so much.

A new agent trained at the FBI academy?

Or does the Chinese background make Jimmy look harmless?

Jimmy purchased a bunch of things and returned to Jones' apartment with two paper bags. In addition to daily necessities, he also bought some food. He just took a look and saw that there was a microwave in Jones' kitchen, so Jimmy didn't care. He bought some from the supermarket.

Just bring back the fried chicken and bread salad for dinner.

On the way back, Jimmy suddenly discovered that there was a commotion in front of him. A group of people were running around. Something happened. Jimmy ran two steps forward and heard a burst of gunfire. Fortunately, it was the sound of a pistol, and the sound of a rifle was sharper and louder.

a little.

According to the direction the crowd was running, it should be on the other side of the store at the intersection. As Jimmy ran, he activated his mind and looked towards the store. Through the wall of the store, he saw two people at the corner, relying on cars on the roadside as obstacles and using pistols.

mutual shooting.

Two people have fallen on the ground, and their bodies can be seen twisting and twitching. They must have been shot. I don't know if they were passers-by or the targets of their gunfight.

When Jimmy was at the intersection, he put the paper bag in his hand on the ground, pulled out the revolver under his arm, "FBI, put down your weapons, put down your weapons."

Jimmy shouted twice through the corner. The two men ignored Jimmy's shouts and continued to fire and change magazines.

Seeing that his shouting had no effect at all, Jimmy stepped out directly. The two gunmen were separated by two cars. Jimmy shot first and knocked down the man approaching him. Because it was his first time shooting in New York and he didn't know the law enforcement situation here, Jimmy chose

He asked for mercy and shot him once in the right arm and once in the thigh. The pistol in the gunman's hand fell directly to the ground. The gunman also fell to the ground and started wailing.

"FBI, drop your weapons."

Jimmy shouted again. The gunman on the opposite side of the car may not have noticed that his target had been knocked down by Jimmy. He was still shooting at the previous position.

The warning was ineffective again, and Jimmy didn't bother to go around. He fired directly through the car. Anyway, the opponent's position was clear, and he poured the remaining four bullets towards the gunman on the opposite side.

Because it was in Manhattan, the number of NYPD here was obviously excessive. Just the moment Jimmy fired, the police sirens sounded.

Jimmy took out his wallet and raised his left hand towards the approaching police car. The police car stopped, two NYPD officers got out of the car, opened the car door and took out their guns and aimed at Jimmy.

"NYPD, drop your weapons, drop your weapons."

"FBI, the shooter is down."

One of the policemen took aim at Jimmy and walked over slowly. He took a look at the ID and handed it back to Jimmy.

Police: "What's going on?"

Jimmy: "I don't know. On my way back from shopping in the supermarket, I heard a gunfight here. Two gunmen, one on the ground and the other opposite the car, were both knocked down."

The police walked over with their pistols aimed at the people on the ground. Both gunmen took a look, then picked up their walkie-talkies and called the dispatch center to arrange for an ambulance to come.

At this time, another policeman came over from the police car. When he called for an ambulance on the intercom, he already knew that there was no danger. At this time, he put away his pistol and stood next to Jimmy. In fact, he just watched him and didn't let him run away.

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Jimmy took out the empty cartridge case of the revolver in his right hand, took out the 6 spare bullets from the belt of the armpit holster, loaded the bullets, and put the revolver back into the armpit holster. Because he was wearing a suit, he also

There are no scattered bullets in the pockets. The spare bullets in the whole body are these 6 rounds.

Then Jimmy took out his cell phone and dialed Peter Bolk's number.

"Peter, this is Jimmy. I stopped a shooting near Jones's residence. Now the NYPD has arrived. What do I need to do? I don't know the process here in New York."

"Don't say anything, just wait for me where you are. I'll be there in 10 minutes."

Peter hung up the phone, grabbed the suit on the handle of the sofa and walked out, leaving his wife with a confused look on her face.

I have to say that there is really money here in New York. Just looking at the police cars and ambulances arriving now makes Jimmy lament that his life in the past was really shabby.

With the scene under Jimmy's control, 7 police cars, 14 policemen, and 4 ambulances arrived. The road had been cleared, and all the idlers were isolated. The ambulance was rescuing two passers-by who had fallen to the ground early.

And a gunman. As for the buddy opposite the car who was shot 4 times by Jimmy, he was already dead and was pronounced dead on the spot by the emergency doctor in the ambulance.

In the past, when there was a gun battle in Little Rock, if the battle was over, there would never be many police cars coming over. Everyone was busy with their own affairs, and there was no manpower or police car resources to waste on maintaining traffic at the scene.

The NYPD is indeed the largest police agency in the United States. This waste situation is serious, which makes Jimmy very emotional. He had so many police brothers at that time, how could he work a normal work plus overtime for a total of 70 hours a week...especially in the early days?

When I was providing support, I worked overtime a lot and often even slept at the police station.