North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 62 Poor Jimmy

Jimmy and Kag finished their lunch under the shade of a tree and lay down to rest directly. The sun was too strong and it would be a pain to go on the boat now. They came out for leisure, not to fish for a living.

The sun gradually moved its position, and what was once a shade area now directly hit Jimmy. Jimmy was awakened by the heat, so he had to get up and change places to lie down and continue sleeping. As a result, his movements alarmed Karg, and he also woke up.

"By the way, Jimmy, you have been in the police station for a few months. Why haven't I seen you hanging out with other people? Is it because we are much older than you and have no common language?"

"No, there is only one reason, poverty."

"It shouldn't be. You are now receiving the Deputy Sheriff's second-level allowance. For a bachelor like you, your life is more than enough." Kag is Jimmy's direct boss and knows his salary grade. The so-called Deputy Sheriff's second-level allowance,

There are two mountain patterns. Jimmy was promoted before, remember? From the initial one mountain pattern, he was promoted to two.

"The salary is definitely enough to live on, and there is more. However, in the past few months, I bought a gun, a car, and applied for a patent. I have spent all the money, and I am waiting to get it after I return to the police station on administrative leave.

Check to pay next month’s rent.”

"What patent? What did you invent? I remember you just graduated from high school."

"Well, I used my break time to redesign the police light system. Fortunately, I got support from the Bowen School of Law at the University of Arkansas at Little Rock. They helped me apply for a patent and are now going through the process."

"Holy shXt! Our police department actually has an inventor. How about your police light? Is it easy to use? Are there any ready-made ones?"

"It's just a prototype, it hasn't been decorated yet, but I made a single-barrel police light. I'll take it to the police station to show you later."

"Very good, this is really surprising news. I'm waiting for your new police lights. If they are good, I can talk to Director James and see if I can purchase a batch for testing. You know.

"

"Thank you, I haven't figured out how to produce it yet. It's relatively simple to make this thing by hand, but mass production would be troublesome. But it's not a big problem. I'll find another factory to customize it."

"Okay, since you are so poor, let's wait. But after you come back, it's better to interact with other people more. You are the youngest in the police station, and the youngest among the others is in their 30s.

You know, don't let yourself be isolated from the team."

"Is this why you agreed to take me fishing? I understand."

When the sun turned west, the two got on the boat again and continued shooting fish. This time, Jimmy picked up Kag's compound bow. The 40-pound draw force was not suitable for him at first, but there was a hand release and an eccentric wheel to reduce the draw force. As long as he pulled

It is very labor-saving to draw a bow. You can aim with peace of mind, pull the trigger, and the arrow will shoot out.

"Kage, are these crossbows common in the United States?"

"Yes, many people like to buy compound bows for hunting. They are light weight, small in size, powerful, and are very useful hunting tools."

"It does seem to have many advantages, but it is also a bit too powerful. It is very dangerous for people."

"I know what you mean, but you have to know that we live in a free world and the proliferation of guns is so serious. Compared with guns, compound bows are no longer a problem."

Jimmy was a little speechless. His life experience in his previous life was almost meaningless in the United States. The definition of danger here was obviously much lower than the lower limit in his previous life in China.

"Jimmy, don't worry. We are police. As long as we nip the danger in the bud, we will be safe. Noah should have taught you how to avoid danger before. As long as we can do that, our safety is still guaranteed."

Kag comforted Jimmy for a few words, and then thought of something.

"By the way, for you, since you already have a nickname, don't let it bring shame. I'm just saying this here. For us, killing criminals is the greatest contribution to the world. Not only

It reduces the risk of others being attacked and saves government resources."

"wooooo, I really didn't know you were so cynical, Kag."

"I am almost 50 years old. I have joined the army and fought in the war. Now I have a suitable job, a family, a wife, and children. I am no longer the passionate me I used to be. Now I just hope that I can live a peaceful life. Wait a few days.

Retire in the next year.”

"In the military, nicknames are very important. When a person has his own nickname, it means that others recognize him. Whether he is a lone wolf or a butcher, it can represent to the outside world that this person has gained the respect of others.

Of course, weaklings and rookies don’t count.”

"OK, Kag, I understand, but in the police community, butcher is not a good nickname. The residents may equate me with certain people."

"Don't worry, as long as our own people approve, we can ignore others. Also, try not to participate in those interviews in newspapers and TV. They are not good people."

"Okay, I remember."

The two played for a while and then called it a day. Kag took Jimmy back to the club, returned the fishing boat, and the two cleaned it up before driving back.

After Jimmy returned home, he stayed at home for another day and had not received a call from the police station. Due to the restrictions of administrative leave, he could not leave here to go somewhere else to play. It was really uncomfortable to be idle.

Jimmy went to the supermarket to buy some shelf-stable food and canned food, and drove to the homeless camp where he first arrived.

Jimmy came to see Jerry. After he went to work in the restaurant, he would come to talk to Jerry and the others every once in a while and bring them some food to change their taste.

Jerry and the others are unwilling to go out to work. They basically rely on the food bank for daily food. They occasionally go to get some other food. Of course, the method is not so good. Jimmy can't bring them perishable food because there is no refrigerator or other preservation facilities.

Means, shelf-stable food and canned food are already the most suitable gifts.

After chatting with Jerry for a while, he left. Of course Jerry knew that Jimmy went to the county police station not long after working in the restaurant, but he didn't want Jimmy to come over often. It wasn't that Jimmy would be in any danger, but the homeless community's concern for him.

The police are naturally hostile. Although Jerry knows that Jimmy is a good young man, others are still not very friendly when they see Jimmy.

This is not something Jerry can solve alone. It is basically impossible to reverse the will of these people. For Jerry, seeing a young man rescued from this hell by himself made him very happy.

Jimmy was helpless. He didn't know what happened to Jerry. He just didn't want to find a stable job and just wanted to be a homeless man.

(End of chapter)