North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 6 Be a hero

The time came to almost 12 noon, and people entered the restaurant one after another. Karen and Annie began to receive customers, while Jimmy followed Erica and sat at the cashier. After the food was served in the kitchen, he clicked the ring bell and Karen came to pick up the food and deliver it.

When they arrived at the dining table, Jimmy paid attention to the table number marked on the meal order and Karen's traveling route.

In his spare time, Jimmy looked at the restaurant's menu in detail. The American menu is completely different from the Chinese menu. The menus here are basically named after the main ingredients and preparation methods of the dishes. Deep-Fried Chicken Wraps

and Bacon Rolls), Roasted Lemon Marinade Chicken Leg with French Fries (Roasted Lemon Marinade Chicken Leg with French Fries), the names are so long that just recording the names on the menu is difficult enough.

There were not many customers at noon, and at most there were only 4 tables sitting at the same time. It was very leisurely. After asking Erica, most of the customers came in the evening, and they were mainly residents of the surrounding area, and many of them were regular customers.

It was approaching 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and the restaurant was about to enter its afternoon break. Two burly men came in from the outside. It was September and it was still very hot. They were still wearing leather jackets, big beards, and various nail and chain accessories on the leather jackets.

At first glance, I feel uncomfortable.

"Jimmy, don't stare at them." Erica patted Jimmy and said softly.

"You know him?"

"They are from the Hells Angels. Did you see the tattoo on the bald man's head? A skull with wings."

"Hmm." Jimmy turned towards the kitchen.

"What do you two want to eat?" Karen walked over and handed over the menu.

"Fried filet with brown sauce, medium rare, mashed potatoes and green salad. Serves two."

"Wait a minute." Karen returned to the cashier and handed the order from the food delivery port to the kitchen.

There was only this table of customers left in the restaurant. Karen and Annie were also resting at the cashier. Jimmy had nothing to do for the time being and turned around to go to the bathroom.

…

"Ah!" There was a scream outside, Jimmy washed his hands and came out of the bathroom.

Sure enough, something happened to that table of customers. When Karen was delivering food, someone slapped her on the butt, which frightened her and she screamed.

Everyone who heard Karen's cry came out, especially Jacob and Daniel, who came out of the kitchen with kitchen knives and spatulas in their hands.

Jimmy rushed directly to Karen and pulled Karen behind him.

"Calm down, calm down, I was just joking. Sorry." The man raised his hand and apologized.

"Karen, you go and have a rest." Jacob arranged and turned back to the kitchen. The business hours at noon were about to end, and the kitchen still needed to be tidied up.

The two members of the "Hell's Angels" also finished their meal honestly, paid and went out. Jimmy followed them, stood at the door and watched them get on their motorcycles and leave.

…

Jacob came out after finishing his work and said to everyone: "I think there are still some problems. Jimmy, go and ask Jon to come over."

"OK."

Jon came out of the manager's office, and Jacob told him what just happened.

"The key is that they were too quiet. Those were the Hells Angels. They didn't do anything and it ended like this?" Jacob expressed his concerns.

Jon thought for a moment, "Wait for me to call James." Jon went to the manager's office to make a call.

"Jacob, who is James?" Jimmy asked.

"Chief of the County Police Department." "Oh."

"Everyone, please take a rest. We will resume business at 5 p.m."

After Jon made the call, he came out to arrange for everyone to rest. He sat at the door and waited for someone from the police station.

After a while, a police car came. After the police entered the store, they found Jon to communicate with him, while Jimmy was lying on the bench in the staff room sleeping.

…

He vaguely heard the sound of police sirens, but Jimmy didn't pay attention. It was definitely not looking for him anyway.

The bang made him fall off the bench in fright. He quickly went out to take a look and found that not far from the entrance of the restaurant, a police car and a pickup truck collided with each other and were parked on the grass on the side of the road. The police car

The front of the car was smashed, and the pickup truck rolled over on its side.

Jimmy ran over and opened the driver's door of the police car. The airbag had already exploded, and the policeman was pressed against the seat by the airbag.

"Hey, officer. Are you okay? Do you need help?" Jimmy patted the policeman a few times, watched him open his eyes, and asked hurriedly.

"Help me out, pull me up," the policeman said, pushing away the air bag and moving toward the door.

Jimmy observed and found that except for some blood on the policeman's face and mouth, there was no obvious blood on other parts of his head. It should be blood from the nose being hit by the airbag. He could not rule out whether there might be intracranial injuries such as concussion.

He stretched out his hand to pull the policeman out. The policeman was unsteady on his feet. His legs gave way and he sat on the ground. He struggled for a while and did not stand up. He could only move and lean against the police car while panting.

Jimmy asked: "Are you injured? Do you want me to check you out?"

The police ignored Jimmy and picked up the radio to contact the command center, "code 50 (car accident), an ambulance is needed, an ambulance is needed, I can't move, I can't confirm the status of other people, I need the assistance of other police officers."

"Officer, you'd better conduct some basic checks. Please cooperate with me."

Jimmy stretched out his right index finger and put it in front of the policeman's eyes. "Look at my finger." He slowly moved his index finger left and right twice, and the policeman's eyes followed the finger.

"Please give me the flashlight, officer." Jimmy took the police's flashlight, adjusted the light, waved it in front of the policeman's eyes, and checked his pupils. The pupils shrank normally and there were no obvious blood spots in the whites of his eyes.

"Nothing abnormal has been seen so far, but you still need to go to the hospital for examination. You may have a mild concussion."

Jimmy reached out and gently checked the officer's limbs. The good news was that there were no signs of fractures.

"The right leg is not broken, but it should be seriously injured by the collision and cannot be moved for the time being."

Jimmy did some checks and handed the flashlight back to the policeman.

"Look at the driver of that car for me, thank you." The policeman leaned against the police car, unable to move.

"Okay." Jimmy approached the pickup truck, glanced at the driver's seat, and gave up.

"Sorry, officer, he may be dead. Let's wait for the emergency doctor to confirm."

"Thank you, please wait here for a while, someone else will make a transcript for you."

…

Jimmy sat next to him, staring at the car accident in a daze. He didn't expect that in his next life, he would still have the opportunity to use the professional skills he had in his previous life. As a firefighter, he has certain first aid training and is used for emergency rescue in fires or traffic accidents.

When I saw a car accident, I rushed over to save people. I was no longer a member of the fire brigade, but I was completely forgotten at that moment.

After more than 10 years of firefighting experience, some things have become deeply ingrained in my bones.

(End of chapter)