North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 775 Panic spreads
Jimmy was watching them on the second floor. He did not expect this would be the outcome. This employer was really dishonest. You hired people to do the work, but a team of five people still completed the task even though two of them died. Instead of comforting them, you killed these people. Whether it was because you didn't want to pay or because you wanted to keep it secret, it was a bit too much.

Two bodyguard-like men killed the four men, then put away their guns and walked forward. One of them checked to see if they were dead or alive, while the other bent down to pick up the box that had fallen on the ground, because the man who had just opened the box when checking it, and now a lot of money was scattered on the ground.

Jimmy was too lazy to wait any longer, so he quietly came up the stairs and shot at the three men as soon as he showed his head. Anyway, the gun he was using was not his own, so he didn't care about leaving shooting marks. He wore gloves when checking the gun and bullets, so there were no fingerprints left, so it was difficult to link this to Jimmy.

He pointed two pistols at the three men and almost emptied the magazines. In order to avoid the appearance of shooting habits that would cause others to suspect him, he did not aim at the head this time. Most of the bullets were at the torso, and a few were shot at the limbs to ensure that they would not fight back.

Shooting continuously with both hands and crossing the targets in both hands. If someone really identifies all the bullets, their brains will probably explode. I hope they won't do that.

After leaving a few bullets and making sure that the three people were dead, Jimmy went up to the third floor and shot each of the four people. He then picked up the box on the ground and searched the person in charge. After finding a cell phone and a wallet, he immediately went downstairs and left.

The continuous gunfire here must have alarmed other people, and he didn't want to be surrounded by the LAPD.

When he came up the stairs, he first glanced at the person in charge. He had never seen this guy before. It was obvious that he was a middleman hired by someone. It was very difficult to interrogate such a person to find out the employer behind the scenes. It took a lot of time. He didn't have that kind of time now. If he was delayed and his identity was leaked, it would be troublesome. So he could only kill them all to save trouble.

This time he failed to track down the employer behind the scenes, which was somewhat different from his previous plan. However, he had thought it through before driving away. This result was almost acceptable. The death of the middleman was not a trivial matter. Such people usually had a wide network of connections. When the employer got the news, he might have to worry about whether his people would cause trouble for him.

In addition, the mobile phone that Jimmy got is also a clue. When he goes back and takes a good look at it, he should be able to find the contact number, and then he can guess who the employer is.

Shortly after Jimmy left, the LAPD patrol car arrived near the building. Of course, they would approach very cautiously and call for other personnel for support.

Although the LAPD does not have as many people as the NYPD, it also has nearly 10,000 law enforcement police officers. Their style is the same, which is to wait until they have an advantage in personnel before entering the building to check. Protecting themselves is the most important thing.

So when they saw the scene of the gunfight, Jimmy had already abandoned his car in the South District, changed the clothes in his backpack, cleaned the blood on the suitcase, transferred the cash in it into his backpack, changed several places to disassemble the suitcase, clothes, shoes, and the pistols and threw them away separately, then called a taxi and left the South District.

After changing two taxis from the South District to West Hollywood and then back to the hotel in the city center, Jimmy finally felt completely relieved when he arrived at his room.

After taking off his clothes, Jimmy stood in the bathroom and checked himself carefully in front of the mirror to make sure there was no blood or other stains on his body. He checked his coat again and opened his backpack to double-check the tied-up cash to make sure there were no trackers inside. Only then did he tidy up and lie down to rest, as he had a busy day ahead.

After dawn, Jimmy immediately went into the bathroom, turned on the shower and took a bath. He came back too late in the early morning. If he took a shower at that time and was heard by people next door, it would definitely become a suspicious clue, especially when there was no woman in his room.

Don't think of others as stupid. It's always right to be cautious. For example, when he came back at night, he didn't go through the main entrance of the hotel, but came up from the underground parking lot. This was to avoid contact with people as much as possible. In order not to leave any surveillance footage, he didn't even use the parking lot elevator, but chose to go up from the fire escape stairs.

He has been staying in this hotel for some time, so of course he had checked the location of the surveillance cameras in advance. In addition, the door of the fire escape staircase is not a closed fire door, but can be opened directly from the outside. Relatively speaking, this passage is safe and hidden enough.

After washing up, Jimmy came out with his lower body wrapped in a bath towel. He took out two wallets and a mobile phone from his bag and took a look. There was no useful information in the wallet robbed from the driver. It was obvious that he was very careful when he went on a mission and only left some cash in the wallet for gas or buying things.

Another wallet taken back from the scene of the gunfight was very rich. It contained the man's ID, which could be used for investigation. In addition, there was a cell phone. Jimmy had turned it off last night. Now he turned it on and took a look. The communication records were empty. This was very depressing. He had been planning to check it, but now if he wanted to continue the investigation, he had to get support from the technical department and request authorization to transfer the records to the NSA. It was too troublesome.

After putting the cash away and the ID and wallet into separate bags, Jimmy drove the FBI car parked there and left the hotel.

He bought a sandwich and a hot dog from a nearby food truck, along with a cup of American coffee, and that was his breakfast. While eating breakfast, he separated his wallet and ID into different trash cans, and quickly finished the cleanup.

After arriving at the bank and registering a safe deposit box, Jimmy put all the things he had purchased in the safe deposit box. What he had to do next was all normal business, and these things would not be needed anymore.

Jimmy parked his car in a parking lot and took out his phone to contact Mrs. Harriton. Of course, no one answered the phone until it was automatically hung up. This was the pre-task. According to Jimmy's current identity, it was impossible for him to know about the shooting that happened last night. It was reasonable for him to go to the scene after he contacted the scene many times during the day without any response. After all, it was reasonable to ask multiple times in order to investigate the case.

He opened the window to smoke a cigarette, then waited for a while before Jimmy contacted again. When he called for the third time, he thought the call would be hung up directly, but after waiting for about half a minute and about to be automatically hung up, the other party picked up the phone, "Who are you?"

Jimmy frowned and said, "FBI Supervisory Agent Jimmy Young, I'm looking for Mrs. Hareton, who are you?"

"Detective James Cook, LAPD," ​​the person on the phone said.

Jimmy immediately followed up: "Where is Mrs. Hareton? Why is her phone in your hand?"

Detective Cook: "I can't tell you the details. I think it's better to talk in person. Can you come to the police station?"

Jimmy: "Tell me the address and I'll come over now."

Jimmy's original plan was to contact lawyer Sebastian after failing to contact Mrs. Hareton many times. As a cell phone at the scene of evidence, it should not have been connected by the detective. He should have learned from Sebastian that Mrs. Hareton was murdered, then went to the scene, found that the scene was blocked by LAPD, and then revealed his identity before continuing. Now he can only adjust his plan.

Jimmy called everyone else again, but except for one shareholder, he could not contact anyone else, including Lester. The phones were turned off or no one answered. It seemed that the news of Mrs. Halliton's murder had spread widely and everyone knew about it.

Jimmy didn't watch TV, but the gunfight was so intense in the early morning that the TV station couldn't help but broadcast the news. Maybe that's how they knew.

Jimmy started the car and left the parking lot to the police station. After reporting Detective Cook's name and his identity, he came to Detective Cook's office. A large office is now almost empty, with only two people checking some things wrapped in evidence bags.

Jimmy: "Who's Detective Cook?"

A bald black man turned his head and looked at Jimmy, then walked over, took off his gloves and shook hands with Jimmy: "I am James Cook."

Jimmy showed his ID, and Detective Cook took a look at it and gave it back to Jimmy: "Please take a seat, Detective Yang."

Jimmy: "I'll spare you the polite words. What happened to Mrs. Hareton?"

Detective Cook sat opposite Jimmy and said, "Do you know Mrs. Hareton? What is your relationship?"

Jimmy: "Her husband was killed in Miami. I am responsible for investigating this case. Mrs. Harriton is a family member of the victim. We have had several contacts. The relevant investigation is still ongoing."

Detective Cook nodded. This kind of thing is easy to investigate. There is no need for the other party to lie. Since they are all investigating the case, it doesn't matter. As long as he doesn't interfere in his own affairs, it will be fine. "Last night, the apartment building where Mrs. Hareton lived was invaded and a gunfight broke out, resulting in the tragic result of eight deaths and one injury. Unfortunately, Mrs. Hareton was one of the victims."

Jimmy: "Have the other dead and injured been identified?"

Detective Cook shrugged. "Part of the evidence has been confirmed. The dead include Mrs. Hareton and her five bodyguards. Another bodyguard was seriously injured and is currently being treated in the hospital. The identities of the other two have not yet been found."

Jimmy frowned and thought for a moment before asking, "What else?"

Detective Cook shook his head. "I'm sorry, we can't provide details at this time. The case is still under investigation."

Jimmy: "Mrs. Hareton is the key figure in the case I am currently investigating."

Cook: "I'm sorry, we still have to continue investigating this case. I hope you won't interfere with our investigation."

Jimmy stared at Cook for a few seconds, then nodded. "I see. Thank you." He took out his business card from his pocket and gave it to Detective Cook. "If there are any new clues, please let me know."

Cook took Jimmy's business card and nodded: "I will if it does not affect our investigation."

Jimmy stood up, shook hands with Cook and left the police station.

Cook frowned as he looked at Jimmy's business card. Before, he only knew that he was an FBI agent and thought he was from the Los Angeles office. Now that he saw the business card was from the Manhattan office in New York, he was a little surprised. This Mrs. Harriton was also involved in other cases, which would make their investigation more complicated.

However, he still had to confirm Jimmy's identity, so he opened the drawer and took out a business card album. He took out a business card and looked at it, then picked up the phone on the table and dialed.
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After Jimmy left the police station, he drove to the side of the road and called Dave: "Boss Dave, there's a problem."

Dave: “Wait a minute.” He waved to the person opposite him, and the others in the office left the office before he said, “What happened?”

Jimmy: "Mrs. Harriton was shot last night. Only one of her bodyguards was seriously injured, and the others were all dead. Now the LAPD has taken over the investigation of the case. I just came out of the police station, and their investigation has just begun."

Dave: “Where’s the attacker?”

Jimmy: "It is said that two people died, but I have not seen the scene or the dead. Without the permission of LAPD, I cannot get the details."

Dave tapped his right hand on the table, thought for a while and said, "Wait a minute, I need to ask someone."

Jimmy: "Okay, I'll wait for your call."

After Jimmy hung up the phone, he got out of the car and went to the mobile food truck next to him to queue up to buy food. For him, normal food consumption is already greater than that of ordinary people. It is also good to eat less each time and eat several times a day, which is much better than eating too much at one time.

When he got back to the car with his taco and Coke, the phone rang. Jimmy took out the phone and put it to his ear: "Any news?"

"Jimmy, this is Roland. I saw your message." A deep male voice came. Jimmy immediately put the phone in front of his eyes and took a look, then put it back to his ear again: "Roland, long time no see, where are you?"

Roland: "Bangor, Maine. I just came here. Where are you? Is it convenient for us to meet?"

Jimmy: "I'm in Los Angeles, but that's no problem, I can come find you."

Roland: "Wait a few more days. I'll come find you after I finish dealing with things here."

Jimmy: "No, I'm just in Los Angeles on business. I don't live here. What do you want? Do you need help?"

Roland: "Not for now, wait for me to contact you."

Jimmy: "Okay, I'll wait for your call..." Before Jimmy could finish his words, Roland hung up the phone.

Jimmy put the phone on the center console, picked up the taco, opened the wrapper and took a bite. Roland had been on a business trip when he tried to contact him before, so he left a message for Roland, who should be able to receive it when he turns on his phone again, so Roland called Jimmy's current phone.

Although I want to see Roland as soon as possible, since he has something else to do and doesn't want me to get involved, I'll just have to wait.

(End of this chapter)