North American Gunslinger Detective

Peter arrived fifteen minutes later due to a tragic traffic jam. According to Jones, Peter's home is not far away, and it only takes 15 minutes to drive to and from work. It is still a relatively congested situation like Manhattan. And Jones's

From the apartment, it only takes 15 minutes to walk to work, which is enough to compare distances.

Peter parked the car outside the cordon, then walked into the cordon with his FBI ID and came to Jimmy's side.

Jimmy has already brought the two bags of things he bought from the intersection. Now he is leaning on the trunk of a car on the side of the road and watching the NYPD clean up the scene. They are really careful in their work, parking cars and roadside walls.

Check whether there are any bullet holes in it. Put it over there in Little Rock. Who cares? Jimmy has never done this kind of inspection at the scene anyway.

Usually when he finishes his work and others sweep the floor, Jimmy either takes a rest to recover from the exhaustion caused by adrenaline, or drives directly back to the county police station.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that Jimmy has never worked as an on-site cleaner in the past 2 years.

Peter came to Jimmy and looked up and down. Jimmy was not injured, but he still wanted to ask: "Jimmy, are you injured?"

Jimmy shook his head: "No, it was just two gunmen. I still attacked by surprise. There was no pressure, no injuries, and no passers-by were injured."

Peter: "Tell me about the situation."

Jimmy: "Jones knew I hadn't found an apartment yet, so he assigned me a sofa. After get off work, I put my luggage away. Jones went out to do errands, and I went to the supermarket to buy daily necessities. On the way back, a gunfight broke out at this intersection. I warned them. Then he shot and wounded one and killed another.

The NYPD came over right after I shot that man dead. After that, I called you and didn’t communicate with the NYPD people again until you came over.”

Peter: "You're a good shot. Did you use a sidearm to shoot?"

Jimmy reached out and pulled out the revolver from his armpit and handed it to Peter, "My personal sidearm. I used this all the time when I was a county police officer. It's registered in Arkansas."

Peter: "Go to Tim's office tomorrow to register it as your backup gun. I'll go talk to them."

Jimmy put the gun back, and Peter left Jimmy's side and walked towards an NYPD superintendent at the scene to communicate.

Peter communicated for a while, then returned to Jimmy, "Jimmy, you still have to go to the police station to make a record, go through a process, and let them register your gun number."

Jimmy: "Well, can you not go?"

Peter: "It's better to go there. After all, someone died."

Jimmy: "OK, let me go there with the NYPD guys later. How about you?"

Peter: "Of course I'm going, you take my car. Let's go."

Jimmy held two bags, followed Peter into his car, and left the scene of the shootout.

The NYPD police station is very close to the FBI office, not far from it. It can be seen that Peter is very familiar with the environment here in the NYPD. He directly took Jimmy in and found an acquaintance to make a record for Jimmy. As for Jimmy's gun, it was already

The gun was sent for registration along with 6 shell casings. The shell casings were kept on file and the gun was returned after registration.

After Jimmy finished handling the transcript, he took his gun and left the NYPD with Peter. Peter also drove Jimmy back to Jones' apartment.

Peter: "Jimmy, remember to arrive early tomorrow. Goodbye."

Peter warned him and drove away. It was bad luck to be the boss. On a good night, Jimmy occupied him for nearly 2 hours.

Jimmy opened the door and entered the apartment. Jones hadn't come back yet, so Jimmy didn't bother to wait for him. He threw the food he bought from the supermarket into the microwave and heated it up for dinner.

After watching TV casually for a while in the evening, Jimmy lay down directly on the sofa. It is now June, and a small blanket is all that is needed. He will stay temporarily for a night or two, and he will go find an apartment tomorrow.

After using his brain for a day, Jimmy really had a headache today. He fell asleep not long after lying down. He didn't even know when Jones came back. When he woke up naturally the next morning, he looked at the time and it was 7 a.m.

, which happened to be his previous biological clock time.

Jimmy went to the bathroom to wash up and made some noise, which woke Jones up.

Jones: "Jimmy? What are you doing up so early?"

Jimmy: "I'm used to it. I used to get up early when I was a police officer. You can rest for a while, and I'll go out and do some exercise."

Jones: "OK."

After Jimmy finished washing, he put on sports shorts and a short-sleeved T-shirt, tied a belt bag around his waist, and went out for a run. Jones' apartment was not too far from the Hudson River. In fact, the distance between the east and west of Manhattan was not too far.

It is only less than 4 kilometers wide. For a runner like Jimmy, it is not difficult to go from the apartment to the river and back again. The key is that Jimmy has just come out of the FBI academy, and the intensity of physical training at the academy is comparable to that of running.

much higher.

After more than half an hour, Jimmy returned. Jones had already gotten up and was making sandwiches. This was breakfast. Jimmy rested for a while, let the sweat fall off, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and went to Federation Square with Jones.

One thing to say, a sandwich doesn't actually guarantee that you won't be hungry all morning, but with coffee, it will definitely meet your energy needs. The only drawback is that it doesn't make you feel full, but having someone else prepare breakfast doesn't mean anything.

Yes, I must say it was delicious! Then he passed by Starbucks and Jimmy bought two cups of coffee, one for Jones.

Jimmy arrived at the office and cleaned up his desktop. This was not the time to clean other people's desks diligently and gain a good impression. For an organization like the FBI, if you mess around on other people's desks, you will definitely have problems.

While drinking coffee, Jimmy looked through a pile of case files in front of him. He had read them all yesterday, and then he realized that he had no clue about these cases at all.

After everyone else arrived, Jimmy followed the others to the conference room and started the morning case exchange meeting.

Everyone sat down, and Diana came over with a stack of folders. No one handed out a copy, and the projector also started playing photos.

Peter: "The case to be dealt with today is an art theft. A small gallery in Chelsea opened a special exhibition. The exhibitor is a well-known female painter, Rachel Homan, from Rhode Island.

After graduating from the School of Design, she studied in Paris and returned to the United States last year to come to New York. This is the first time she has held a special painting exhibition in China."

The photos on the projector are also being changed.

Peter: "Denley Gallery is owned by Parker Denley. The gallery is only 300 square meters. It was originally a small warehouse and was later converted into a gallery. There are many small galleries like this in Chelsea.

This is a picture captured by the gallery’s internal surveillance. Two masked men entered the gallery the night before yesterday and stole all ten works of Rachel Homan’s exhibition.”