North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 801 Unlucky Hank

Justin had stayed in Little Rock for too long. There weren't many daily affairs here, especially since Arkansas was located in the central part of the country, a bit far from the east and west coasts, so there weren't that many big things to do.

For a broker like him, no business means no income. Even if he has connections at the InterContinental Hotel in New York, there is not much he can do. Most of the business has been handled in and around New York, so there are very few tasks left for him.

In fact, the several businesses that Jimmy had given him, including money laundering, all enabled him to earn a lot of money, and it was basically cash that he could use at will. Jimmy became his lucky star. As a senior FBI agent, Jimmy also had enough ability to investigate some things, so naturally people would think of Jimmy when there was such a profitable business.

The task of investigating the source of blue methamphetamine has actually been pending for a long time. Of course, the person who can complete the task here must be a gangster. Many people are interested in this news because methamphetamine of this purity has never appeared on the market. The color of blue methamphetamine is the best anti-counterfeiting trademark. It has good quality and high price, and is quite popular among some high-end people.

That's right, their target is not the drugged dogs on the streets, but high-end people directly. How much money can those gangsters come up with? Many of them are just robbing Peter to pay Paul, which is unstable and prone to accidents. Those high-end people are the best customers, they have money and free time, are generous, and have enough medical resources to ensure that they will not have accidents. This is a long-term business.

Currently, the channels for obtaining blue methamphetamine are all low-end gangs, and many people are already dissatisfied with them. It is a crime to hand over such a good thing to these people to give to the drug dogs on the streets.

The gangsters who have access to the InterContinental Hotel are already the top gangsters. They look down on the goods that they buy back bit by bit from street thugs, many of which have been contaminated. What they want is the source of goods, purity, and quality, so they spend a lot of money to buy source information, try to purchase on their own or simply control the entire business.

Justin explained the situation, but before he finished, someone outside pressed the reminder bell. He said sorry and left the small room. Jimmy looked outside and nothing happened in the bar, but Justin whispered with someone at the bar and then came back. It seemed that there was some urgent information that needed to be synchronized.

Justin came back soon with a bottle of wine and two glasses, "Want a drink? Your favorite Scotch."

Jimmy nodded, and Justin continued talking about blue meth as he poured his drink.

This type of methamphetamine began to appear last year, and it has been less than a year since then. In fact, it was introduced to Little Rock a little later, only about four or five months. Even so, it has still attracted the attention of many people at a certain level.

The source of the goods has not been found yet. Many people buy a batch from others and then resell it. This shows how strong their ability to keep the source of the goods confidential is.

The hotel has already discovered some intelligence, including several key gangs and some transportation routes and directions. They can only narrow the target to New Mexico and Texas, the two places bordering Mexico. Moreover, they have received clear information from the Mexican gangs that this kind of stuff is currently only sold in the United States. Only a few appear in Mexico and are only supplied to certain high-end occasions. There is no large-scale shipment. This can rule out the possibility that the source of the goods comes from Central and South America.

Methamphetamine is a laboratory product. Theoretically, it can be expanded to so many states in more than half a year. There must be a super laboratory or factory where the supply comes from. It is actually very difficult to keep secrets in such a situation. Whether it is the personnel or the chemical products needed to synthesize methamphetamine, it is destined to be a process that requires a huge amount of manpower cooperation. However, no one can find the specific location and no one leaks the secret.

Jimmy and Justin clinked their glasses and took a sip of wine. Then they leaned back on the sofa and thought for a while before asking, "Did you get all this information from the mafia?"

Justin nodded, “You know, the information we have here is basically provided by intelligence dealers, most of whom have some connections with various parties, but most of the information comes from the dark side.

The official level has even less information. In fact, I suspect that some of the information they are getting now was leaked from us. Some time ago, someone from the DEA was ambushed by a Mexican killer, but he eventually killed the killer, but he was also seriously injured.

He happened to be the agent in charge of investigating blue methamphetamine. From the current situation, it seems that they investigated certain people and things that led to the silencing of the Mexican side. This is why I think the DEA was misled. "

Jimmy frowned and looked at Justin: "So arrogant? How dare they come to Arkansas and do this?"

Justin: “No, not here, in Albuquerque, New Mexico.”

Jimmy: "Do you know who it is? The injured person."

Justin: "I didn't notice that. What's wrong?"

Jimmy: "I have some friends at the DEA office in Albuquerque, but..." He glanced at his watch and shook his head, "It's too late. I'll ask tomorrow. Go on."

Justin: "At present, we have obtained a name that is not very accurate, Heisenberg. There are rumors that he invented this blue methamphetamine. However, we have investigated and found that the surname Heisenberg is not uncommon. We can't investigate everyone, and it may not be a real name. You know, it is normal to use some fake names in the underworld."

Jimmy nodded. The clues they had now were obviously not enough for those who offered the reward to pay the full reward. Moreover, if they only investigated based on these clues, even if they used official means, the manpower and material resources required would not be small. Neither the DEA nor other agencies could approve so much budget to handle this case.

But it does sound challenging. Jimmy is somewhat curious. You know, there are already a lot of surveillance in today's society, especially the official surveillance of communications, which is a powerful weapon. It is not easy to find a person, but to trace the source of drugs, especially those in the country, theoretically it should be possible to at least lock down the approximate area.

Jimmy: "Well, I'll keep an eye on it if I get a chance. You said this blue meth has arrived in New York?"

Justin: "Well, according to the hotel, some high-end clubs have a lot of them circulating now. The prices are much higher than the junk on the market, and they are very popular."

Jimmy: "I'll keep an eye on it, Justin. You know, the criminals I hate most are drug dealers. I can't control other people, but I hope you are at least clean."

Justin nodded, "I never touch these."

Jimmy: "That's good, take care of yourself." He raised his glass and clinked it with Justin, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, stood up and left the small room, and walked straight out of the bar.

The next morning, Jimmy went to the bathroom to clean himself up, then carefully examined the wounds on his body in the mirror. Then he returned to bed, took out his cell phone and called Steven Gomez, an agent in the DEA Albuquerque office.

The call was connected, but before Jimmy could say anything, Steven on the other end spoke up, "Hey, Jimmy, it's been a while since we last talked. Are you in Albuquerque again?"

Jimmy: "Oh, no, Steven, I'm out of town. How's it going?"

Steven: "Of course I'm fine. You know, we don't have a lot going on."

Jimmy: "That's good. Someone told me that someone in your office was ambushed by Mexican gangs, so I called to ask. It's good that you are okay."

Steven's tone suddenly lowered a lot, and he sighed and said, "Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine, but Hank was shot."

Jimmy's relaxed mood suddenly became tense. Hank was a nice guy. He still liked this chatterbox. "How is he? Is he seriously injured?"

Steven said, "It's serious, but not life-threatening. He has left the hospital and is now recuperating at home. By the way, I have been transferred to the El Paso office now, but after Hank was injured, I may be transferred back."

Jimmy: "Oh? Got a promotion? Congratulations. But I have to ask, how is Hank doing now?"

Steven paused, thought for a moment, and then said, "He can't walk yet. He hurt something near his spine and is currently undergoing physical therapy."

Jimmy: "Damn, he's not paralyzed, is he? In a wheelchair?"

Steven: "No, no, his lower body has recovered its nerve response. The doctor estimated that he can return to normal after long-term physical therapy. It just takes a long time and the physical therapy is more painful."

Jimmy paused and said, "I want to go see Hank. Is that convenient? Please ask him for me."

Steven: "Of course, he will be very happy if you visit him, but... since he was injured, his personality has changed a bit, maybe..."

Jimmy: "Oh, don't worry, I understand. Thanks, Steven, make the call for me."

Steven: "Well, I'm in the office now, chat later, bye, Jimmy."

Jimmy hung up the phone and just sat on the bed in a daze.

The one who was ambushed was Hank. When I heard about it yesterday, I really thought it was Steven Gomez, because he has a brother who is suspected to be a CIA agent, and he is very likely in charge of the business in Juarez. If he had offended the Mexican gangs or drug dealers, and he was targeted and his network of relationships was discovered, it would make sense for his brother to be retaliated against, but I didn't expect it to be Hank.

Jimmy himself had been ambushed several times, but he managed to escape danger every time and successfully killed the enemy to ensure his own safety. Hank was obviously not as strong as Jimmy. Jimmy certainly knew how brutal the killers in Mexico were. He could tell that by looking at the intensity of the Juarez drug war. It seemed that Hank's injuries were very serious.

Another point is that his relationship with Steven and Hank is not particularly close. They are more of a work relationship and they only meet each other every time they go to Albuquerque. So when Hank was injured this time, he did not receive any phone notification. But now that he knows Hank is injured, it would be a bad person if he didn't express his concern.

Considering the current situation, he would need a few days before returning home, at least until the wounds on his body healed a little and he didn't have to wear bandages and change dressings. Even if Nia was worried, she would have to wait until things were over. If she saw him now, she would definitely scold him, and she probably wouldn't let him hold the child. So he should have enough time to go to Albuquerque.

After Jimmy made the decision, he started to make arrangements. He first met with James Kager and the others to say hello, and then booked a flight to Albuquerque and took off.

Albuquerque is a good place. Jimmy has made several unexpected gains here. He even has a safe deposit box in a bank, which contains some of his private gains, but they are not easy to sell.

Steven had already called him back. Hank was currently recuperating and receiving physical therapy at home, so he could just go there directly. He also knew the address, but it would definitely not be appropriate so late at night. Jimmy found a hotel in the city to stay in, and stopped by a rehabilitation center to take a look and choose a gift for Hank.

The next morning, Jimmy knocked on Hank's door carrying a gift box and a bouquet of flowers. However, Jimmy obviously arrived at the wrong time. He could only see a man sitting at the head of the bed, leaning against the wall, looking at something. There was no one else in the house.

Jimmy could see the person on the bed turned his head and shouted something, but there was no intention of getting up. It seemed that this was Hank. This was embarrassing. Hank was not mobile and his wife Mary was not at home. Jimmy could only put the flowers aside and took out his phone to call Hank.

Fortunately, Hank answered the phone. When he learned that Jimmy was at the door, Hank said embarrassedly that Mary had gone to the supermarket to buy food and would probably be back for a while. When Steven Gomez called Hank, he just said that Jimmy was coming to see him, but he didn't expect him to come the next day. He thought he would have to wait for at least a few days for him to come from New York, so Mary didn't wait for him at home at all.

Jimmy was helpless, his luck was really bad. Fortunately, Hank knew where he could get into his house, otherwise he would have to stand outside. But who would climb through the window when visiting a patient? While complaining, Jimmy went to the back of the house and entered the room through an unlocked window next to it.

Hank really didn't treat Jimmy as an outsider. After all, he came all the way to visit him, and he couldn't let Jimmy go back without seeing him.

Jimmy walked into the bedroom and almost didn't recognize Hank when he saw him. Hank had obviously gained weight, probably due to long-term lack of exercise. The stubble on his face also looked like it hadn't been trimmed for some time, and he looked very haggard and lonely.

(End of this chapter)