North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 802 Conspiracy
Hank looked terrible, perhaps because no one came to his home, so he basically didn't take care of himself. Of course, there was another possibility, which was what Steven said, that Hank's personality changed a little after the injury.

Jimmy handed the flowers to Hank: "Hey, Hank, it seems that you didn't lose to those killers, right? How was it? Was it exciting?"

Hank said "Hey" and gave Jimmy a finger. "Don't say such sarcastic words. I almost died."

Jimmy: "Hahaha, as long as you're alive there's hope for recovery, don't think too much. I've been ambushed many times, and still not everything is alright. I brought you a gift, come and give it a try."

Jimmy opened the gift box and took out a waist pad from it. "It was recommended by the psychologist at the rehabilitation center. It should be helpful for your recovery."

This is what Jimmy bought from the rehabilitation center. It is recommended by physical therapists. It is very beneficial for people with limited mobility who need to use wheelchairs. Because the lower body and legs cannot exert force, the lumbar spine will be under a lot of extra pressure. A lumbar cushion that conforms to the human waist curve is good for the spine.

Jimmy came to Hank's side, helped him move the pillow that was originally placed on his back, put the lumbar cushion over, and let Hank lean on it to experience it. He adjusted it according to the physical therapist's advice, "Wow, it's really more comfortable than a pillow. Oh, give me the pillow back. It's not bad to lean on it."

Hank twisted his upper body left and right, making sure the lumbar pad was in place and the pillow was propped up behind him. Then he looked at Jimmy and said, "Thank you, Jimmy. What's wrong with you?"

He pointed to his neck. Jimmy did have some scratches on his neck and face, but they were shallow scratches. They would probably heal in a day or two. Jimmy shrugged and said, "I was working on a case in the forest and got caught on a branch. It's okay."

Hank: "Please sit down. No one has been here for a while. It's a good time to chat. Oh, anything to drink? You can get it from the refrigerator yourself."

Jimmy walked out and said, "Hey, I'm a guest. What do you want to drink? Water? Milk? Milk is better for you now."

Hank: "I have something to drink, thanks."

Although it was a bit strange for a guest to go and find drinks by himself on his first visit, there was only one tough guy in the house who was bedridden, so there was nothing he could do. However, Jimmy saw several empty beer bottles in the kitchen. It seemed that Mary was under a lot of pressure. These empty beer bottles were definitely not for Hank to drink. After all, he was still a patient, and Mary would never give him alcohol.

Jimmy also took a bottle of beer and returned to Hank's bedroom. He pulled a chair next to him and sat next to Hank: "OK, Hank, what happened? Why did the Mexican killer come to you?"

Hank smiled bitterly. "I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't figure out the reason. Really, I was only in the El Paso office for a short time and came back very quickly. All the business I handled was basically in Albuquerque."

Jimmy: "Mexican killers are not necessarily from Mexican gangs. Maybe they are hired killers? Have you solved any big cases? Or, have you offended anyone?"

Hank shook his head. "Those are just small fry. It shouldn't be that serious. Even if they want to find a killer like this, it would cost a lot of money. It's definitely not something that a small thug can do."

Jimmy: "Not necessarily. In my experience in New York, there is often an elephant behind some small characters. It's just that your attention is focused on the small characters and you ignore the threat of the giant behind them. What happened at that time?"

Hank sighed, “I’m still suspended. I just beat up a drug-dozer before I got hurt. I was suspended because of a complaint, so I didn’t have a gun on me when it happened.

When I was attacked by the killers, I had just come out of the supermarket and received a phone call in the parking lot. Someone on the phone changed his voice with a voice changer and warned me that someone was going to kill me. Then two killers came out.

They were all wearing bulletproof vests. I hit one person with my car, snatched the pistol and shot at the other person, but the bulletproof vest blocked it. Then I picked up the bullet that the other person dropped on the ground and successfully killed him.

The man I hit also died in the hospital. Neither of them had any identity records. We can only guess from their ethnicity and body features that they were from Mexico. Their style was definitely not that of gang thugs. They must be killers who specialize in executions among gangs or drug dealers. "

Jimmy frowned and looked at Hank. "Wait, you only have the pistol provided by the bureau? No backup gun?"

Hank nodded angrily, looking very unhappy. Jimmy stood up and unzipped his suit, "This is wrong. Our profession involves facing brutal criminals. How can we not bring backup weapons?
Look at me, I always carry at least two guns with me, and a dagger for self-defense. I have been ambushed by a five-man team before, and I was able to successfully kill them because of the many weapons and strong firepower. Hank, although you have more work experience than me, you really don't pay attention to your own safety.

Where's Steven? Did he bring a backup weapon?"

Hank: "No, we usually only carry a pistol, and the rifles and shotguns are stored in the vehicle."

Jimmy put away his weapon and sat down. "I guess I have to give him a call to remind him. You guys are too careless."

Hank was watching Jimmy packing his things and was really at a loss for words. Who would carry so many things like Jimmy did? Carrying so many heavy spare weapons and going out with them every day would require a lot of physical strength. But looking at Jimmy's strong physique, he shouldn't be affected by these things.

Hank is not so good. Even before he was injured, he was not a muscular man. In fact, over the years, his body shape has been out of shape and he has a lot of fat on his belly.

Jimmy's heart was still quite dark. He had been ambushed several times before, and many of them were because an insider informed outsiders of his information, and they ambushed him on the road. So when he heard Hank's story about this coincidence, he couldn't help but think about it, "So, have you ever thought that your suspension was a conspiracy?"

Hank stared at Jimmy with wide eyes, he really didn't notice this, he was suspended because he was tracking down Jesse Pinkman, then he was distracted because someone forged the story of his wife Mary being hospitalized, and when he arrived at the hospital he found out he was fooled, so he ran to Jesse's house and beat him angrily, after that Jesse was hospitalized, he was investigated and suspended, his gun and ID were taken back, and then he was attacked by two Mexican killers in the parking lot.

The more he thought about it, the more wrong it seemed. Hank was distracted until Jimmy called him and he realized what was going on. "Damn it! Why didn't I think of that?"

Hank was a little excited. He had always felt that there were no clues to investigate the two killers. Because he was suspended, it was all too natural, and he was the one who took the initiative. But if it was linked to the previous investigation, if someone had set up a trap against him, all of this could be explained. Someone knew everything about him and tailored a conspiracy according to his personality.

Just as Jimmy was about to speak, the door opened outside and Mary's voice came: "Come in, Tim. Hank is in the bedroom. Hank, Tim is here to see you."

As they were talking, Mary led someone towards the bedroom. Jimmy stood up. When Mary came in, she found that there was another person in the room and exclaimed, "Ah!" Then she found that the person in front of her looked familiar. Hank said quickly, "This is Jimmy, an FBI agent. Mary, remember the last time we were in New York... he was the one who helped you."

Mary then remembered, she walked up and gave Jimmy a shallow hug, "Oh, Jimmy, thank you for coming to visit Hank."

Hank looked at the person Mary brought in and said, "Hi, Tim."

The person Mary brought in was a strong-looking middle-aged black man. He smiled and greeted Hank, "Hi, Hank, who is this?"

Hank: "Jimmy, Jimmy Young, FBI agent. Jimmy, this is my friend, Tim from the Albuquerque Police Department."

Jimmy greeted Tim, and Tim pulled a chair and sat in front of Hank's bed. Mary left the bedroom and left it to them.

Tim: "Hank, are you feeling better?"

Hank: "Oh, it gets better every day."

Tim: "That's good, you look good."

Hank: "Hey, thank you again for that day. This whole thing was... hard for her to take."

Tim tilted his neck slightly, which seemed to be a habit. "Forget it, it's a small matter." He looked at the many stone samples placed around him and said, "It seems that you are collecting stones?"

Hank waved his hands. "These are minerals. You know, we need to identify, mark, and classify them. There's always something we can do."

Tim: "Um, actually, I came here to ask you for help." He said as he unpacked the documents in his hand and suddenly looked at Jimmy next to him.

Jimmy smiled and said, "Hank, you guys chat, I'm going to go back first."

Hank thanked Jimmy again and shouted to Mary to send Jimmy away for him. Tim waited until Jimmy left before opening the information and giving it to Hank.

Jimmy left Hank's house and drove back to the city in a rented car. He called Steven and said, "Steven, I just went to see Hank. He seems to be recovering well."

Steven: "So soon? I thought you would come back in two days. I'm still in El Paso."

Jimmy: "It's okay. I just found a problem when I was chatting with Hank. Didn't you bring a spare pistol with you? Bring it. Hank suffered because he had no weapon to defend himself at that time."

Steven was silent for a moment and then said, "Thank you for reminding me. I'll bring it with me when I get back."

Jimmy: "One more thing. You guys haven't identified the two killers yet, or why they targeted Hank, right? Have you ever considered that Hank was ambushed by the killers right after he was suspended? Why was Hank suspended?"

Steven: "I don't know much. I had already left Albuquerque at that time. I just heard that Hank was still investigating the blue meth case. He found a suspect and had been following him. I don't know the details afterwards, but Hank suddenly rushed into the suspect's house and beat him up. Then he was complained about. After receiving the news, the bureau arranged an internal hearing and then suspended him. It was after he was suspended that he was attacked in the parking lot."

Jimmy: "OK, I just thought of this, I hope it can help you with your follow-up investigation."

Steven: "Thank you. How many days will you be in Albuquerque? I can go back in the evening."

Jimmy checked his watch: "Okay, see you tonight."

There was no problem staying for two more days, so Jimmy first drove to a hospital, checked and rebandaged the wounds on his body, and then rested in the hotel.

Steven and Hank are both DEA ​​agents, dealing with drug crimes and facing drug dealers, while Jimmy is from the FBI and handles many types of cases. Of course, his speculations about the cases are quite credible and professional.

After hanging up the phone, Steven thought for a while and decided that he should trust Jimmy's intuition. He immediately contacted the people in the Albuquerque office to help organize some information, and he took a leave of absence and returned to Albuquerque.

It was already evening when Jimmy received Steven's call. The two met for dinner at a Mexican restaurant, and then Steven followed Jimmy back to the hotel.

"Jimmy, I remember you used to be in the homicide unit in the New York office, right? Can you help analyze Hank's attack? You are an expert in this area."

Steven said immediately after entering Jimmy's room, "Like you said, if this is a conspiracy, there must be a lot of information that we haven't noticed before."

Jimmy grimaced. He had dug a hole for himself. "You can take a look, but don't expect me to solve the case. I'm on the support team now and I need to rush back to New York."

Steven opened his bag and took out a stack of information: "Just help analyze some clues, I will take care of the rest."

Jimmy sighed and took the information. It was a thick stack, but they were all photocopies. It seemed that Steven had prepared these things in advance. If he waited until he returned to Albuquerque to deal with them, it would definitely be too late.

The person Hank injured was named Jesse Pinkman, a young man in his 20s who was suspected of selling blue methamphetamine, but there was no evidence to arrest him. Some of his cronies also participated in the street sales of blue methamphetamine.

There were photos of him being injured in the file. Jimmy whistled. You couldn't tell at all that Hank was such a vicious beater. Jesse had bruises on his face, his left eye was so swollen it looked like it could hardly be opened, and he had been beaten multiple times all over his body, but there were no serious fractures or bone cracks. However, he was beaten into a coma, so he stayed in the hospital for many days before leaving.

His lawyer is Saul Goodman, a nice name. Judging from the information, he should be a vulture lawyer who focuses on serving various street criminals. He has a large number of cases and a high success rate. He seems to be a difficult character.

(End of this chapter)