North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 33 Misunderstanding

Jimmy resumed patrolling. During the day, there were more vehicles on the road. He followed the traffic flow normally. Based on his own speed, it was easy to determine whether the surrounding vehicles were speeding. Because the police car's painting and lights were very conspicuous, it was difficult to see the police car on the road.

At this time, other people usually drive very carefully and never give the police car a chance to pull over.

Jimmy was driving normally when he suddenly felt the vehicle rush forward. He looked in the rearview mirror and saw that he was rear-ended.

Jimmy turned on his police lights and siren, parked the car on the side of the road, gritted his teeth and got out of the police car and walked to the car behind him. He looked at the rear of his car. The damage was not serious, there was a little dent, but the paint was basically not peeled off. It was probably just

The repair shop will do the sheet metal and spray it a little and it will be done.

Jimmy walked to the back car. A man covered his forehead and groaned on the seat. Jimmy knocked on his window glass, "Sir, are you okay?"

Jimmy pulled the car door but did not open it. "Sir, please open the car door." Jimmy continued to knock on the window.

The driver reached out and opened the door. Jimmy lay next to the door and said to him, "Do you need an ambulance?" The driver shook his head, and Jimmy continued, "Please show your driver's license, vehicle registration card and insurance policy, thank you."

Jimmy returned to the police car, used the radio to contact the dispatch center to check the vehicle information and driver information, drew a slip and recorded the insurance company and policy number, and the driver's personal information, then took out a camera from the trunk and took photos around both cars.

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Jimmy returned the driver's license and other documents to the driver, "Sir, the information has been recorded. Just go through the insurance company's procedures. You can drive away."

For such small traffic incidents, in fact, most of the time, the matter is settled privately, but this guy was unlucky. The car that rear-ended him was a police car. Jimmy had no intention of secretly taking US dollars. If he was discovered, the consequences would be endless.

After dealing with this unfortunate rear-end collision, Jimmy continued to patrol the road. This kind of minor damage is common for police cars. There is no need to return to the repair shop directly. It can be dealt with after a period of time.

After driving for a while, Jimmy noticed something was wrong with the two cars in front of him. The car in front seemed to be driving normally, but the car behind him was acting strangely. He was switching lanes, and occasionally drove behind other cars for a while, never overtaking.

Jimmy followed for a few minutes and determined that the car behind him was following the car in front. He turned on his lights and siren and signaled the car to pull over.

Jimmy got out of the car and walked over. He touched the rear taillight of the car as he passed by. Looking through the window, he saw that the driver had his hands on the steering wheel and was empty-handed. It looked like he was experienced.

"Sir, please show your driver's license and vehicle registration card." The driver pulled down the sun visor with his left hand, took the vehicle registration card, took out his wallet from his trouser pocket with his right hand, took out his driver's license and gave it to Jimmy.

Jimmy just noticed that there was a badge on the wallet, but the driver was flipping through it quickly and didn't notice which organization it was from.

"Please wait."

Jimmy returned to the police car with his driver's license and contacted the dispatch center to check. There was no problem with the identity, but the license plate showed that the car was a corporate vehicle registered in the name of a chemical factory.

"Sir, please open the door and get out of the car, put your hands on the roof of the car. Do you have any weapons on you?"

Jimmy followed the procedure and signaled the driver to get out of the car and accept a simple search.

"I am an FBI federal agent. I have a gun on the right side of my waist. Please be careful not to touch it. There is a wallet and my ID in the right pocket. Can I take it out?"

"Wait a minute, you were detained briefly, hands behind your back." Jimmy had already pulled out his gun when he heard that he had a gun. Safety first, as to whether the other party is really the FBI, this can be verified. He

He handcuffed the agent and took out his wallet from the right pocket. When the wallet was opened, there was an FBI eagle emblem on it, and next to it was the ID card.

"I won't touch your gun, but I need to check your identity with my superiors. Please stand with your back to the back of the car."

Jimmy got the driver's ID and dialed the police sergeant directly on his mobile phone.

"Sergeant James, I stopped a car on the road and he was following someone else. The driver claimed to be an FBI agent. I have obtained the ID. Can you verify it?"

"Wait a minute, I'll record it, report the ID number, and I'll find someone to check it."

Jimmy reported his ID number and name. A few minutes later, Sheriff James called back.

"Jimmy, make sure the ID is OK." "Okay, I'll let him go right away."

"Sorry, sir, I've already checked it and I'm going to open the handcuffs for you now." Jimmy apologized as he opened the handcuffs.

"I just found you following the vehicle in front of you on the road. For the purpose of preventing crime, I stopped you. And your car is not yours, so I got out of the car to check. This is your ID, please

Keep it."

The agent took his ID back, returned to the car without saying a word, and drove away.

Jimmy was helpless. No one wanted to have this kind of an own goal with someone who intercepted him, but he was so unlucky to encounter it. I hope he wouldn't care about it.

Although the federal agents have no affiliation with the county police and do not have to worry about being judged, there is always cooperation between departments. Under normal circumstances, everyone is very friendly, as long as it is not when they are robbing a case.

It's a pity that there is no driving recorder on the car. The car in front of me can be followed by FBI agents from behind, so they probably won't be minor players. Now that the agents have been stopped by me for a few minutes, they probably have disappeared long ago.

Jimmy returned to the city for dinner, took a lunch break, and continued patrolling in the afternoon. As soon as he returned to the road, he received a notification from the dispatch center.

"Adam28, gun battle, abandoned factory in the north of Adi Town, the town police station is in place, switch to channel 8 when you arrive."

"Adam28 received."

Jimmy turned the car around and ran towards his destination. He had just been to Addy Town a few days ago, and what happened that day was left unsolved. As a result, there was another shootout. I don't know if it was a related incident.

Jimmy arrived in Addy Town, switched the intercom channel, got out of the car and took out the shotgun from the trunk. Because of his marksmanship, he did not apply for an M16, and he only had a shotgun.

"Pulaski County Sheriff Jimmy is here, who's in command?" Jimmy contacted through the walkie-talkie. He hung up his earphones and walked toward the abandoned factory with a shotgun.

This is an abandoned lumber factory. The factory walls are still there. There is also a large area of ​​scattered equipment and messy wood in the courtyard. The view is not very good, and there are a lot of places to hide people.

"Jimmy, I'm Sam. I'm the only one on duty today. A poisonous dog escaped and hit a telephone pole, and then ran here to hide. I'm still watching outside the factory to prevent him from running away."

"Sam, did the suspect fire? The dispatch center just said there was a gunfight."

"Yes, I shot too, but I missed him. He was holding a pistol."

"OK, let me go in and search." Jimmy put the shotgun behind his back, pulled out his pistol and walked in along the wall. The total area of ​​the lumber factory is not large, only about 1 acre, which is equivalent to more than 6 acres in China, or

It was said that it was more than 4,000 square meters and there were many obstructions. Jimmy started to search from the gate bit by bit.

(End of chapter)