North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 255 Lighter

Jimmy checked and returned to Jack, "Ruiz, give me your handcuffs. There are two injured people here. They are not dead yet."

Jimmy took Ruiz's handcuffs and handcuffed the injured man on the second floor, then went downstairs and handcuffed the badly fallen guy downstairs, and then waited for the ambulance to arrive for first aid.

"Jimmy, go to the surveillance vehicle and look for a first aid kit." Ruiz called from the second floor.

Well, it seemed that Ruiz didn't want the two unlucky guys who were shot to die. Jimmy responded and ran out.

There is still a basic first aid kit in the surveillance car, but two people in the room were shot. This medicine alone has no effect at all, and neither of them are first aid personnel. They just do their best and obey fate.

Fortunately, this is New York, and the ambulance came very quickly. Jack and the two injured people were carried into the ambulance and taken to the hospital. As for the unlucky guy who died, he had to wait for the ambulance behind him to come and take him away.

Already.

The tracking suffered heavy losses this time. One member of the surveillance team was lost, and the traces of Reina were lost. It was necessary to review the video and investigate their escape route to analyze their whereabouts. These can be handed over to the members of the surveillance team. They are all

Intelligence majors are the ones who are professional when it comes to analysis paths and the like. The people who are trained as quasi-agents at the FBI Academy are much different from the people they train as intelligence personnel.

Ruiz and Jimmy took the surveillance car back to the original hotel, retrieved Ruiz's car, and the two returned to Federal Plaza. Jimmy wanted to write his own shooting report. This time, it was easier to write, and he only died.

One was shot, and the other two were shot. There is no news yet. They are probably not dead. I will ask Ruiz later.

These two survivors are the most important sources of intelligence. I hope they can survive.

Jimmy submitted the report to Ruiz, then said something, and went home early from get off work. Instead of stopping Jimmy from asking for leave to go home, Ruiz felt a special surprise. Jimmy didn't know that he felt right. No, anyway, it was at that time that I always felt a little awkward looking at Ruiz’s face.

Jimmy left Federation Square and bought a cup of coffee at a roadside coffee shop. He drank it while walking. He passed by a clean-looking trash can. Jimmy put the coffee on it, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, lit one, and then put the cigarette case away.

Put it back in your pocket.

"Hey, buddy, can you give me a cigarette?" A homeless man nearby saw Jimmy smoking next to the trash can, shouted, and raised his hand to wave to Jimmy.

Jimmy turned his head and glanced, took out the cigarette case again, took one and walked over to hand it to him.

Jimmy has complicated feelings about homeless people. On the one hand, he has seen too many troubles caused by homeless people during his time in New York. On the other hand, his initial position in this world is that of a homeless man, and there is also a homeless man.

My friend, Jerry, who has now lived a good life, cannot do it even if he hates homeless people as thoroughly as the locals do.

It can only be said that Jimmy still has a conscience and has not been completely swallowed up by the dark side of America. Whoever treats him well will have a sound mind.

"Thanks, buddy." The homeless man took the cigarette, took out a lighter from his pocket, lit it, and then put the lighter back into his pocket.

"Wait, can I see your lighter?" Jimmy suddenly stopped the homeless man.

"Lighter?" The homeless man took it out and handed it to Jimmy.

Jimmy saw it right. This was the kind of lighter that his family used in his childhood, a kerosene lighter with a square shape on one side and a cylindrical shape on the other.

This lighter must have been used for many years. The surface has been polished and patinated. It can be seen that it is a brass shell. Although the style is the same as the one I saw when I was a child, the ones that were made when I was a child were usually bright silver stainless steel or iron shells.

Jimmy fired it twice, and the ignition was smooth. After smelling the oil, the homeless man should have used the same oil as his Zippo.

"It's very beautiful. It looks like you've been using it for many years." Jimmy returned it to the homeless man.

"I brought it back during the Vietnam War. It's indeed many years ago." The homeless man took the lighter and turned it around in his hand. He took a puff of cigarette, slowly exhaled it, and then threw the lighter directly towards Jimmy. "Send it.

Thank you for the cigarette."

Jimmy reached out to catch it, and then handed it to the homeless man again, "No, no, I can't take it away. You should keep it after carrying it for so many years."

The homeless man waved his hands, "It doesn't make any sense to me."

Jimmy withdrew his hand, took out his Zippo from his pocket and handed it to the homeless man, "You must have something to light up, take it."

The homeless man reached out and took Jimmy's Zippo. Jimmy thanked him again, then walked to a bakery not far away, bought some food, came back and gave it to the homeless man, and left him all the cigarettes in his cigarette case.

The reason why he went to buy food instead of giving money directly was because Jimmy knew that having money was not a good thing for homeless people. Fighting among homeless people for $10 had happened many times.

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The United States is not a paradise, and for homeless people, New York is a hell-like existence. There are too many people here. It is impossible to count how many homeless people there are. There is no organization that counts the number of homeless people, whether it is a church or a charity organization.

, there is no way to cover so many homeless people. There are quite a few homeless people who are waiting for death rather than just living.

Jimmy gave food, which would at least guarantee that the homeless man would not go hungry for two days. Although it was not much, Jimmy did not dare to give more, as something would happen. Really, it might kill him.

Jimmy returned home, first dismantled the lighter, threw away all the cotton and cotton thread inside, then cleaned it thoroughly, then dried it with a hair dryer, and then placed it on the table to continue drying. There might be moisture hidden in the place.

When it was almost time, I put on my spare cotton thread and cotton from Zippo, re-oiled it, and assembled it. Jimmy tried it and found that the ignition was fine. Well, I will use this from now on.

The next day, Jimmy came to the office and continued to read the information. Ruiz was surprised to see Jimmy when he came.

"Jimmy, why don't you take a rest?" Ruiz came to Jimmy's desk.

Jimmy looked up at Ruiz. He knew what Ruiz was saying, "It's nothing. I'm used to it. Don't worry, it'll be no problem."

Ruiz nodded: "Okay, let's continue working. The monitoring team has started to focus on Moro of the Holy Crown League again. Reina was the one who negotiated the deal with Moro. He will definitely appear again. We will

Let’s wait for the news.”

He turned around to go back to his office, and then came back, "By the way, the two people who were shot survived, but they are still in the ICU. When they feel better, you can come with me to take notes."

The comments on Qidian have been restored. It’s been half a month and it hurts so much.

(End of chapter)