North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 315 Jimmy’s predecessor

The gun battle that took place here has alarmed everyone in the building. Jimmy gritted his teeth and looked upstairs. People in every room were hiding, so he couldn't tell which room was abnormal.

Both Chris and him were waiting for support in this room. The NYPD took over the investigation of other rooms. Chris thanked Jimmy: "Thanks, Jimmy, the response was very fast."

Jimmy nodded. He was cheating. His observation skills were not that good. When a traditional detective like Chris investigates a case, he determines the direction based more on clues and speculation. Naturally, his response to such emergencies is not as good as

Jimmy cheats quickly, and this is not something to be proud of.

The ambulance came first. The person who was shot in the chest was still alive. He was carried downstairs by the emergency personnel and sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. The other person who committed suicide was waiting for the next ambulance. This one needed to be sent directly.

Morgue, awaiting autopsy.

After a while, investigators came over, and there were two groups of people, one from the NYPD's Forensic Section, and one from the FBI's investigation team.

There was no need to apply for a search warrant at such a scene. They found several black coats directly from the room, two of which were consistent with those captured by the surveillance cameras. Chris and Jimmy did not wait any longer and returned directly to the station.

inside.

The report on the shooting case of Joe Mathewson that we have seen before will be submitted by the investigative department. They do not need to directly wait for the investigation results at the scene. FBI agents are not omnipotent. On-site evidence collection is a very professional matter and usually

After their evidence collection is completed, they are summarized and handed over to the detectives, who then conduct a summary investigation of the case.

Jimmy, who had fired the gun, was no longer sleepy at all. Although he worked the night shift, he was still very energetic. He drove to the parking lot and drove his car, ready to go home and rest. Chris went to work during the day, and he had to work the night shift today.

After returning to the apartment, Jimmy poured himself a glass of wine, then began to take off his clothes, preparing to catch up on his sleep, when the phone rang again.

"Damn!" Jimmy picked up the phone, took a look at it, and answered the call.

Jimmy: "Who are you?"

Frank: "Hi, Jimmy, I'm Frank, Frank from Kansas City."

Jimmy: "Oh, Merry Christmas, Frank. What's up?"

Frank: "Merry Christmas, Jimmy. Are you still in New York?"

Jimmy: "Of course, I work here."

Frank: "Is it convenient to meet? I'll be in New York in about two hours."

Jimmy is speechless, can you guys let me take a break?

Jimmy: "Afraid?"

Frank: "Yeah!"

Jimmy: "Okay, where can we meet?"

Frank: "Chinatown. I'm here. Contact me."

Jimmy: "OK. Goodbye."

Jimmy looked at his half-dressed clothes, and then looked at the time. It would be noon soon, so he still had to sleep. Jimmy went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of black coffee to refresh himself, then put on casual clothes and went out.

We were just about to have lunch, and Frank arrived around the same time.

At 1:30 in the afternoon, Jimmy arrived at Chinatown in Manhattan and parked the car on the side of the road waiting for Frank to contact him. If he could tell that he would arrive in New York in 2 hours, he must be outside New York. According to the traffic flow in New York, traffic jams are normal.

I saw a cafe next to me, so I got out of the car and walked over, "Double shot". Although Jimmy is still very energetic now, most of it should be attributed to the gunfight in the morning. He has not slept for 24 hours, but his energy is actually a little bit low.

Too stable.

Jimmy stood on the street with a cup of coffee. After a while, Frank arrived. Jimmy drove to the parking lot where Frank was.

Jimmy walked to Frank's car, and Frank also got out of the car. A woman came out from the passenger seat. She was white and had long brown hair. She looked like she was in her 40s, with obvious wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

Jimmy: "Hey Frank, who's this?"

Frank: "Sarah Rose, my friend."

Jimmy smiled, stretched out his hand to shake Sarah's hand, and said, "Hello, Ms. Rose, Jimmy Young."

Jimmy looked at Frank: "What's the matter with you calling me out in such a hurry?"

Frank: "Well, I want you to help me investigate a case. A New York Times reporter was killed, Stephanie Chen."

Jimmy: "Is he your friend?"

Frank: "No, but now I have some relationship. This is a list she left behind. I want you to help me check the situation of these people."

Frank handed Jimmy a piece of paper with 11 names written on it.

Jimmy: "OK, you guys find a place to rest, and I'll go back to the station to investigate these people."

Jimmy drove directly back to Federal Plaza, turned on the computer and started to check the people on the list. After sorting out a piece of information, Jimmy closed the computer and left the FBI office, and found Frank and the others.

Jimmy: "There is a big problem with this list. Only 3 people here are still alive, you, Alexander Dunning, and Gabriel Singer. The others are all dead, and the causes of death are different. Some people died in a car accident, and some people died in a car accident.

Heart attacks, except for Marvin, who died relatively early, a few years ago, most of the others were concentrated within half a month. Moreover, this man, Joe Mathewson, was shot and killed just yesterday in his apartment.

."

Jimmy gave the list to Frank, "In addition, I checked Stephanie Chen and the case was classified as burglary resulting in death. No suspect was found. The case is probably far away."

Frank took the list, and Jimmy handed him another piece of paper with the addresses of Alexander Dunning and Gabriel Singer.

Jimmy: "Okay, is there anything else you need help with?"

Frank: "No, thank you."

Jimmy: "Then you can tell me what happened now."

Frank looked at Jimmy and nodded: "I said before that I used to work in the special department, CIA, and now I'm retired, but I was attacked at home two days ago. I asked someone to investigate their identity. CIA's

Hit Squad, independent South African hit squad."

Jimmy: "Go on."

Frank: "No, now I just want to investigate why they came to assassinate me. I have been retired for a long time."

Jimmy scratched his head a little. Why is the CIA so haunted? It seems that he can encounter things related to them everywhere. He met them in Little Rock to assassinate James, he also met them in Paris when traveling, and now they are still in New York.

thing.

Jimmy: "Are you saying that the people on this list were all done by the CIA's hit squad?"

Frank: "It is very possible, and of course it does not rule out the involvement of other teams. The independent South African assassination team that assassinated me has been completely wiped out."

Jimmy: "I just caught the gunmen suspected of killing Joe Mathewson this morning. One was seriously injured and the other committed suicide. Could they be from the CIA?"

Frank: "Someone committed suicide? Then he must not be from the CIA. Maybe he was hired from outside."

Jimmy: "Well, I can't help you with the CIA, but please let me know if you have any other information. They may be related to my case."

Frank nodded, "Thank you, Jimmy. Go back and rest quickly. Your eyes are red. Didn't you rest last night?"

Jimmy sighed: "I worked night shift last night, and I have to work on cases during the day today. I haven't slept for more than 24 hours. Okay, you guys go to work first. I want to go back to the bureau to rest for a while, and I have to be on duty tonight."

Jimmy said goodbye to Frank, drove out of Chinatown, returned to the office and fell asleep on the folding bed. When he woke up, it was already 10 p.m., and Chris didn't wake him up when he got off work.

After Jimmy went to wash up, he sat down in his seat. The news he got from Frank today was that these people were assassinated by the CIA. Maybe they were involved in some special case, but it was impossible to find out from the basic information.

Yes, if you want to investigate more deeply, you may need high-level permissions, which is not convenient.

After looking at the list, Jimmy set his target on Joe Mathewson. This case was the one they were handling. It would be okay to ask Chris to investigate in depth, as it would not attract the attention of others.

While checking the information, Jimmy's Little Rock phone rang, and it was an unrecorded number again.

Jimmy didn't speak when he picked up the phone. Tom's voice came over the phone, "You're not in the apartment? Is it easy to come out?"

Jimmy: "Yes, but only near Federation Square. I'm on night shift."

Tom: "Okay, I'll tell you the location later."

Half an hour later, Jimmy received a call and went downstairs to find Tom in an unmonitored alley. Tom had changed his appearance. Although it was already midnight, he was still dressed like a gentleman, with gray hair and a round face.

Frame glasses, three-piece suit, a windbreaker and a scarf.

"Tasteful, are you going to attend some high-end event with this outfit?" Jimmy looked at Tom and joked.

Tom: "Of course, I just attended a charity dinner. Give it back to you." Tom took out the ID card from his pocket and gave it back to Jimmy.

Jimmy: "Done? Is everything going well?"

Tom: "It's still in progress. The situation has only been temporarily stabilized. James doesn't have to worry."

Jimmy asked in confusion: "Huh? How did you do it? Is Watson already dead?"

Tom: "No, I just asked someone to modify James' file a little bit. There's nothing to say about this, at least there won't be any problems for the time being."

Jimmy: "By the way, I have a friend who is retired from the CIA. He was just attacked by the CIA's own assassination team."

Tom looked at Jimmy in surprise and looked him up and down: "You have grown up. I didn't expect to have such a friend. What is his name?"

Jimmy: "Frank Moses."

Tom opened his mouth wide and exclaimed: "Who are you talking about? Say it again?"

Jimmy: "Frank Moses, is he famous?"

Tom nodded, shook his head, and said to Jimmy with a smile: "Frank Moses was once one of our best secret agents and was also an instructor at the secret service school. He eradicated drug lords, terrorists, and was even rumored to have subverted

He served in a certain government. He is truly a genius, a legend, and my former instructor."

Jimmy looked at Tom in surprise: "No, you are about the same age."

Tom nodded: "That's why I say he is a genius."

Jimmy: "Then will he still remember you?"

Tom shook his head: "Not necessarily. He has trained many people, so they may not remember me."

Jimmy: "OK, do you want to meet him? I have his phone number."

Tom: "Forget it, I'm already a dead man, so there's no need. I haven't seen him for decades."

Jimmy: "Do you need me to ask for you? See if he still has an impression, and then you can tell whether you want to see him. After all, he is your old instructor."

Tom thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, you can help me ask. My name at that time was Tom Kodesky."

Jimmy: "OK, Tom Kordesky, I remember that."

Tom: "Okay, there's nothing else to do, that's it, I'm leaving first."

Jimmy: "Wait a minute, there is unconfirmed news that may be of some use to you. It seems that something happened at the CIA Paris station, involving a man named Jason Bourne."

Tom stretched out his hand and pulled Jimmy and pushed him against the wall, stared at Jimmy's face and asked: "How do you know the name Jason Bourne?"

Jimmy's back was sore from being hit, and Tom, who didn't look strong, seemed to have a high level of force. Jimmy looked at Tom and said, "I traveled to Paris some time ago, and something big happened there. The police are looking for this Jason."

·Bourne. Do you know him?”

Tom let go of Jimmy: "Don't get involved in this matter. Jason Bourne is in the same project as your previous identity, but you joined slightly later. Later, because of my intervention, I was not arranged.

Not abroad, but lurking at home.

If something happens to him and the entire project is investigated, you are likely to be exposed, and you will be forcibly awakened and transferred to other projects or deployed to other countries to perform tasks. Of course, there is also a possibility that you will be cleaned up internally."

Jimmy: "Well, it shouldn't be that serious."

Tom showed a fierce expression and pointed at his face: "I am already dead, do you remember? What is in front of you now is a dead man without an identity."

Jimmy was also shocked. After Tom appeared, he almost forgot about it. If the worst case scenario really happened and he was liquidated internally by the CIA, it would be a big loss.

Tom looked at Jimmy's expression and knew that he had already reacted, "I will go investigate. You must stay away from this matter and avoid the two places here in New York, one is the Counter-Terrorism Bureau and the other is the training center, East 71

No. 415 Street. Do you remember? No matter what happens, you must not go to these two places. If you go, you will be exposed."

Jimmy: "I know the CTO, Noah Watson is there, where is the training center?"

Tom: "The place where your predecessor was trained. There are many people there who have seen your predecessor. If they discover your identity, they will definitely become suspicious."

Jimmy nodded, "I remember, don't worry, I won't go."

Tom: "I'm leaving right now. You go back first. Don't contact me recently. Wait until I contact you at a new number."

After Tom finished speaking, he walked out of the alley. Jimmy stood there and took out the cigarette case and lit a cigarette. Unexpectedly, it was really a stumbling block to the plan. Jason Bourne is still his predecessor. The question now is, if he

To avoid these dangers, we have to wait until Jason Bourne takes care of those supervisors before we are safe. But in my mind, there were several movies made, and I can’t even remember how long the time span was.

Let's take it one step at a time. Jimmy threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it, and returned to the office.

(End of chapter)