North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 699

Hope was numb now. He was the first to check the gas station surveillance and take notes on the questioning of the two employees. Now Jimmy arranged for the supporting detectives and people from the forensic department to ask again and get the results. ? We are all senior agents. Is the difference in experience so big?

Jimmy whispered to Hope the young employee's request. Hope was a little embarrassed. Although he was a senior agent, he was not the person in charge. There was no informant fee within his scope of authority.

Moreover, it is difficult to get the FBI's informant fee, and you need to provide evidence of the informant. In other words, the young employee of this gas station needs to register his information with the FBI, and his identity will naturally be entered into the file.

If he is imprisoned again or has other activities, he will also be notified as a recruiter, and even this young man will take the initiative to expose his identity as an informant to seek a deal or a reduced sentence.

Hope: "Jimmy, honestly, do you think I should agree?"

Jimmy: "He provided information and we paid him. This is a matter of course. What's wrong with that?"

Hope: "I understand, but I don't have the authority to recruit informants."

Jimmy patted Hope: "Call Peter, he'll take care of it."

This Hopp man is not bad, he seems to have a little less experience, but it is understandable. After all, he is from the counter-terrorism unit. They basically have little experience in on-site investigations, but he is too ignorant to be flexible and sticks to his own authority when handling cases. And responsibilities will seriously affect the progress of the investigation. The reason why Peter called him here is not because those people in the DC office are not doing things well. Peter still knows how to use resources reasonably to handle things.

Jimmy patted him and turned away from the gas station. He stood on the roadside, lit a cigarette and stared at the traffic on the road in a daze, waiting for the results from Hope. Even if he had to do something illegal, he had to bring in enough people. After all, I am from the Manhattan office, so I still have to be more careful here at the headquarters.

Seeing Jimmy leave, Hope also took out his mobile phone. After making two calls, he came to the young employee and took a notebook to record some information. By the way, he reconfirmed what Jimmy had just asked about, and what the BJ looked like. He just gave a brief description. After all, the gangsters couldn't describe it in detail. There wasn't much difference in their appearance. They could only be identified as white, with beards, tattoos on their faces and heads, and bald heads.

Hope waited for a while, and another agent delivered an envelope. He picked it up and looked at it, took out a piece of paper for the young employee to sign, then gave him the envelope, looked around to make sure there was no one there. Seeing them, the employee put the envelope into his pants, held it in his belt, and walked toward the store.

After Hope's matter was over, Jimmy was about to get mad. Maybe they were not used to this kind of approach, and it was too painful. If it was in New York and Jimmy had handled it by himself, he would have ended it long ago and gone back to investigate.

Hope and Jimmy talked for a while, and the two told the on-site detectives to continue investigating the nearby area. Then they drove back to the headquarters. The command center did not cancel the call. Peter also came to the command center in advance to wait for Jimmy and the others.

Jimmy: "Peter, find a gangster named Tucker's family. We need to find a white man named BJ among them, with a bald head and tattoos on his face."

Peter: "Do you have any photos?"

Jimmy: "No, it's just the information provided by the informant. He can't have photos."

Peter nodded, "I'm looking for someone to check the information. The DC office has more gang information."

The FBI headquarters and the Washington, D.C., office are two agencies. The Washington, D.C., office is a subordinate agency like the New York office. Although the systems are related and the data is synchronized, a lot of the information is actually paper information. It is impossible for the headquarters to store the paper information of all branches. All the information has been collected and organized. Of course, it is more convenient to contact the branch to get the information.

After more than half an hour, Jimmy finally saw the Tucker family's information, but it was different from what he thought. Two agents in suits pushed a small cart with four hard cardboard boxes on it. Command center.

"FXXK! So many? Is the Tucker family a big family?" Jimmy looked at the information with wide eyes. People would go crazy after reading this.

One of the detectives pushing the cart looked unhappy, "The Tucker family is one of the three major gangs in DC, and has become the largest family in recent years. It is also the gang we focus on. Most of the information is normal. Tucker The eldest son of the family, Maurice Tucker, was a ruthless, ruthless and decisive man. He was a street boxer when he was young and had been imprisoned many times. Many subsequent cases were suspected to be related to him, but there was no evidence.

The Tucker family, centered on the Morris Tucker family, is involved in criminal activities such as drug trafficking, robbery, and extortion. It is a very large underground economic empire. Don't be surprised, I'm talking about the Empire. They are involved in many cases. If it weren't for insufficient evidence, we would have taken action long ago. "

They put the boxes one by one on the empty table next to them. Jimmy took a file folder out of it, looked through it, and threw it back. He looked at Peter: "This is too much, we don't have that much time for one." Take a look."

Then, without waiting for Peter to reply, he turned to look at the two detectives, "Do you have anyone from the organized crime investigation team in your DC office? Help call their leader and key personnel to come over. This time the detectives The disappearance is related to a person from the Tucker family nicknamed BJ, and we need to find out his information as soon as possible."

The detective who just responded asked: "BJ? No impression. If you need it, I can have someone come over and look through the information. Besides, I am Vince, the leader of the anti-gang team."

Jimmy: "Oh, nice to meet you, Jimmy Young from the Manhattan office. Could you please call more people over? We are very urgent. Two agents from your office have been missing for four days."

Vince nodded, he said something to the agent next to him, and the man turned and left the command center.

Jimmy: "In the case of the two missing agents, our informant mentioned that they had three people, one of whom was that BJ. They only needed three people to kidnap two agents. These three people must be operatives of their gang."

Vince: "We don't have many records of this kind of people here. We need to look for information carefully, and there is probably nothing to gain."

This Vince gave Jimmy a very bad feeling. He had met a lot of senior agents and supervisory agents, and most of them were either emotionless or very friendly, no matter how you look at it. LYB looks like this, but this Vince looks much worse, not like a senior manager at all.

But some of the agents who came later looked good. They found an office nearby. Several people took the four boxes of information to the conference table and began to check all the information. At the same time, Vince also made a lot of phone calls, but It is indeed difficult to find someone in such a large gang who only knows a nickname and some physical characteristics.

Combined with the area where their agents disappeared, several agents finally gave several gang strongholds where this person might be located.

Jimmy looked at the locations they gave, and walked into the command center with the information: "Peter, these are a few possible locations given by the DC office, there are a lot."

Peter looked at it and saw that it covers several districts in the south and west of DC. This range is a bit large.

Peter glanced at the conference room next to him. Several agents inside were already sorting out the information on the table. "What do you think?"

Jimmy: "We're in a hurry now."

Peter: "Can you do it alone? There are so many places." Jimmy: "You think too highly of me. This is not New York. I'm not familiar with the terrain and location. I can try it first, but I think I need some Support comes to interrogate them.”

Peter: "I'll ask Vince and the others to take action too, you pick one."

Jimmy glanced at the marked map and clicked on the base closest to the previous gas station. "That's it. I'll leave now."

Peter glanced at his watch: "Now? Then everyone will stay and work overtime today. Go ahead, I'll make arrangements."

Jimmy nodded, "Hope, let's go."

In fact, Hope has always been there, but he has always stayed aside and watched Jimmy investigate as if he was invisible, and has basically not intervened much. Jimmy has regarded him as a surveillance probe, and he is a surveillance camera prepared for him by the FBI headquarters. He was recording the process of his investigation and handling of the case, so Jimmy didn't avoid him deliberately, and just let him follow him. Except when he went back to rest, he treated him as if he didn't exist at other times.

After getting in the car, the two headed to the first Tucker home base chosen by Jimmy in the south of DC.

Hope asked while driving: "Is it just the two of us? This stronghold can be saved in the DC data. It must be a relatively large stronghold."

Jimmy glanced at Hope, "Afraid?"

Hope: "No, I'm just worried that something bad will happen."

Jimmy: "Don't worry, as long as they cooperate."

By the time they arrived near the stronghold, it was already past 6 o'clock when the lights were on. This time happened to be the opening time of the strongholds controlled by various gangs. Jimmy and the others looked at the bar in front of them. People were already starting to come in and out, but these people looked like He doesn't look like a serious person.

Jimmy: "Change into body armor."

Hope nodded. The two of them didn't get out of the car. They took off their suits and put on body armor in the car. Then they checked the weapons on their bodies. After making sure, they opened the door and got out of the car, and walked towards the bar.

The body armor will seriously affect Jimmy's shoulder holster. The former close-fitting holster is now put on top of the body armor, and the two revolvers are tilted directly. Paired with the Glock on the belt, the fierce image can really intimidate passers-by. Especially the yellow FBI words on the front and back of the body armor, the two people's appearance directly caused a stir at the entrance of the bar.

Jimmy and the others came to the door and said to the security guard who was staring at them nervously: "FBI, where is Alicia?"

Security guard: "Sorry, I don't know..."

Jimmy punched him in the stomach, "Where's Alicia? Stop talking nonsense."

The security guard bent over and held his stomach, his butt directly pressed against the wall behind him, "Inside."

Jimmy pushed him to the side, opened the door and walked in. Hope was already shocked. Is this how he asked questions?

Jimmy walked into the bar, saw that there were only a few people inside, and shouted: "FBI, I'm looking for Alicia, where is she?"

The two people sitting next to the bar turned around and saw two people wearing FBI body armor walking over. They immediately put down their beer glasses, stood up and left the bar. The bartender was stunned and didn't make any move.

Jimmy walked up to the bar: "Where's Alicia?"

A strong man stood up and walked over, standing between Jimmy and the bar, reaching out to push Jimmy and the others away, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

This is the person who keeps order in the bar, and is usually the backbone of their gang. If he is a gangster, he must be staying outside now.

Jimmy: "FBI Senior Agent Jimmy Young, get Alicia out, I know she's behind you."

Jimmy briefly moved his shoulders that were pushed by the strong man, and the two revolvers under his arms were shining in front of them. The strong man stared at Jimmy without saying a word. Jimmy took a step forward. The strong man again raised his hand and pushed on his shoulder reflexively. This time he did not retreat. He directly reached out and grabbed the strong man's right hand and twisted it. He kicked him hard on the calf, then turned sideways and threw him out, knocking over several chairs and a table.

There was a crashing sound, and a man next to him who did not intervene in the physical fight between Jimmy and the strong man was almost hit by the strong man. He was probably used to it, and the folding knife he was holding in his hand suddenly popped out and pointed at Jimmy, and then he reacted. To take it back, Jimmy didn't give him a chance. He raised his leg and kicked directly on the opponent's forearm. He let go of the folding knife. The knife fell to the floor and just stopped vertically. He also held the quilt with his left hand. The forearm that was kicked took a few steps back.

Jimmy: "Hope, for the record, a gang member threatened us with a knife, endangering our lives, and we were forced to fight back."

Hope: "Roger, our lives are threatened, and we can now use a higher level of force to fight."

After saying that, he pulled out his Glock and pointed at the strong man who fell to the ground and the man holding his forearm.

What he just said was actually to cooperate with Jimmy and threaten several people present. FBI agents do not need a reason to be on guard with guns because of threats. They mainly protect themselves. It can be understood that what he just said was meant for the people next to them. They were both ready to shoot now.

Jimmy looked at the bartender and said, "Now, I'm looking for Alicia."

The bartenders in this kind of bar are all the boss's confidants. This is why Jimmy stared at the bartender without looking at anyone else. The bartender simply put down the rag and cup in his hand, turned around and walked out of the bar to the back.

Soon a woman in somewhat revealing attire came out, followed by the bartender from before. She came to Jimmy and the others, took a puff of her cigarette and said, "Who are you?"

Jimmy: "FBI Senior Agent Jimmy Young, Alicia, tell me, where is this guy named BJ?"

(End of this chapter)