North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 840 Gentlemen's Club

Jimmy took one look at the invitation and threw it directly on Ruiz's desk: "Why?"

Ruiz waved at the door, and Jimmy closed it. Ruiz then said, "This is tradition. New York is a city that is too complicated. Many people need various occasions to communicate with different people. This has also spawned countless clubs or other venues, many of which are not shown to the general public at all."

Jimmy: "Like this gentlemen's club?"

Ruiz nodded. "Yes, they usually only give it to people in certain industries, such as wealthy people, Wall Street executives, executives of large companies, etc. Except for holding some events at certain times, most of the time is free."

Jimmy frowned. He had seen Ruiz several times before, all at the club, and he had also changed locations several times before. It seemed that Ruiz was one of the people they invited. "You too? When?"

Ruiz: “A few years ago.”

If it was a few years ago, it seems that it was after Ruiz became the leader of the anti-gang team. And if we only count the time, it was not just after he became the leader, but after he had a certain amount of power...

Jimmy finally realized some of the trends in the New York upper class. Before, his role had always been a thug. Even though he had been promoted to supervisory agent and was very famous within the FBI, he was still just a small role in the eyes of outsiders. People at a certain level above him didn't care. If they had anything to contact the FBI, they would not find Jimmy. Now, after the first fire was started, although Jimmy's internal rank did not change, he seemed to have been promoted to their level by some people. Maybe he was only at the bottom of that level, which was also an approachable level.

Jimmy: “How many more?”

Ruiz shrugged and pushed the invitation that Jimmy had thrown on the table in front of Jimmy: "I don't know... I'm telling the truth, I really don't know."

Jimmy picked up the invitation, nodded to Ruiz and stood up. "It seems that I really need to go and have a look. Thank you, Ruiz."

Ruiz waved his hand, and Jimmy turned and left his office.

Jimmy walked and shook his head with a smile. It seemed that Ruiz should have started to contact those so-called upper-class people. He said he didn't know, which meant that he himself was not sure how many people were above the people he had contacted at his level.

Things have not been going well recently. Jimmy went back to the office and thought about it, and finally decided to attend the club activities. It didn't matter if he didn't know about it before, but now that he has this opportunity, it would be nice to go and see what those people are doing. However, he still asked Kevin in advance in the evening.

As the NYPD chief, Kevin must be a big shot, but he didn't take Jimmy to places where he could interact with high-ranking figures. Maybe in Kevin's opinion, Jimmy is not at that level yet. Of course, it is also possible that he is not qualified to invite Jimmy to join...

The facts are not quite what Jimmy thought. Kevin certainly has come into contact with different classes, but since Kevin's old father once held a high position, Kevin has actually already come into contact with higher-level people and relationships in advance, and his circle is different from that of the FBI. Kevin did not receive the invitation letter that Jimmy received, so naturally there was no inside information to tell him.

However, some things can be compared, and Kevin also gave Jimmy some things that he needs to pay attention to. The rest depends on Jimmy himself.

Of course, it was still necessary to be formal when attending a cocktail party. Jimmy left the office early to go home to wash and change clothes, and then arrived at the gentleman's club on time and handed in the invitation. Jimmy walked into the club and came to the cocktail party with a smile. Just as he picked up a glass of champagne, a white-haired old man came to him and said, "Thank you for participating in our fundraising cocktail party, Agent Yang. I am Aaron Hamm, the manager here."

Jimmy smiled and raised his glass: "Thank you, Mr. Hamm. Excuse me, who is this cocktail party raising funds for?"

Ham smiled and said, "Rare Disease Foundation, never mind, Agent Yang, can we talk privately?"

Jimmy raised an eyebrow, "Sure, please."

Ham led Jimmy to the side of the reception hall, turned to a balcony, and Jimmy raised his glass to signal, took a sip, looked at Ham and said, "I think I can tell you now."

Ham smiled and said, "This shouldn't be the first time Agent Yang has come to our club, right? Agent Ruiz has been a member of our club for several years. Can I introduce our club to you?"

Jimmy nodded, and Ham went on to introduce some of the club's situations, including activities, equipment, etc., before saying that various activities would be held here regularly to facilitate exchanges between elites from all walks of life.

Finally, Ham pulled out a dark gold card and a business card from his pocket, "Agent Yang, are you interested in joining us?"

Jimmy took it casually. Fortunately, they didn't make a gold card. The card was very hard, but the weight was obviously not that of a metal card. It just felt very good, with a slightly frosted texture. "Of course, I also hope to make friends with elites in other industries. Thank you, Mr. Ham."

Mr. Ham is obviously a very competent club manager. From Jimmy's point of view, he is very friendly. Although Jimmy is Chinese and the other party is a white old man, he still does not show any unhappiness. His introduction to the club is brief but the key points are very clear. It does not delay Jimmy for too long and there is no nonsense. Jimmy feels almost like a spring breeze.

"Well, Agent Yang, please come back to the club later. I will give you a detailed introduction to the club and fill in the membership information. Please enjoy this wonderful evening. Excuse me, I have some things to take care of."

Because it was their first meeting, Ham didn't say much. After confirming that Jimmy had received the membership card, he said goodbye and left. However, Jimmy didn't leave the balcony. Instead, he looked at the membership card in his hand. The front was the club logo, and the back was the number and contact number. There was no magnetic strip or anything like that. The business card was Ham's. Jimmy thought about it and put it in his pocket.

It seems that the first contact is not suitable for talking about sensitive or detailed issues. Hamm talked too broadly, and these contents were not enough to attract Jimmy. What he cared about was actually what Hamm did not say, such as who were the members of the club.

But it's not a big problem. Ruiz often comes here, which means there must be something good about this place. Maybe he will know when he comes again.

Of course you can't leave a charity reception empty-handed. Jimmy signed a check and left the reception holding an abstract oil painting created by a child with a rare disease. It's called an oil painting, but it's actually just graffiti. But it's just an excuse after all. This thing can only be thrown into the storage room and can't be hung on the wall.

But when Jimmy got home, Nia was quite interested in the painting. After carefully looking through it, she decided, "Take it to the office and hang it up."

Jimmy pulled the half-removed clothes and looked at Nia, "Why?"

Nia: "This is a very good topic. No matter who comes to your office, this is a good opening remark. Besides, donating to the rare disease foundation is also a great gimmick and is very useful for improving your personal image."

Jimmy hung up his suit and tie, took off the holster on his waist and placed it on the table, then sat down. "What's the point of this gimmick? We are the FBI, who would come into my office? Or let me put it this way, who would care about these things if they can come into my office?"

Nia rolled her eyes at Jimmy and said, "Just consider it as improving your image, butcher."

Well, this reason is really appropriate. Having a nickname that is too famous is not a good thing. The key is that the nickname itself is not very nice, so it can be offset by charity activities.

Sure enough, no good club is cheap. When Jimmy contacted Ham and visited him again, he found out that the club charges different annual fees for different levels of members, ranging from US$1 to hundreds of thousands of dollars. As for himself, he needs to pay US$ per year.

Of course, the treatment at different levels will be very different. The club can provide him with consulting and purchasing services on a variety of business matters including food, clothing, housing, transportation, business finance, aircraft, yachts, artworks, etc. He can participate in public and private banquets held by the club, take part in various cultural activities, etc.

The club also provided him with an exclusive room where he could store some of his own items such as wine and cigars. The room was not very big, but the meals provided by the club were enough for him to entertain some friends here.

However, Jimmy had observed the scale of the club and knew there definitely were not hundreds of rooms here. This meant that not every member would have his own exclusive room. Obviously, members of his level would not have one in theory, so this should be a special treatment.

The club also provides storage and other related services. It has an exclusive mini warehouse for storing items and receiving express parcels, and has guest rooms for members to temporarily stay and rest, etc. It really deserves the title of a man’s second home.

It was the first time that Jimmy actually came into contact with this kind of high-end club. By analogy, this place actually has a similar function to the InterContinental Hotel, except that the latter only serves the dark world killer organizations, while this place serves more people and provides more services.

Jimmy also learned a vague piece of information from Ham's introduction, that there are often some middlemen activities in the club bar, but Jimmy needs to figure it out by himself. As a manager, Ham obviously can't tell him too clearly.

But he didn't need to figure it out all at once. There was plenty of time. Following Ham's suggestion, Jimmy went to the bar, ordered a drink, sat down, and took out his mobile phone to check his emails, just as a break.

"Excuse me, may I sit here?" A bald middle-aged black man stood next to Jimmy's round table with a smile, holding a glass of wine in his hand. He was wearing a dark blue pinstripe suit, a white French shirt, a blue and purple striped tie, and a chest scarf in his shirt pocket. He looked very decent.

Jimmy nodded: "Please sit down."

The middle-aged black man unbuttoned his shirt and sat down. "Steve Davis, nice to meet you, Agent Yang."

Jimmy raised an eyebrow, "You know me?"

Davis smiled and said, "Of course, the youngest supervisory agent in the Manhattan office, the brightest star legend, the guardian of New York, who would not remember him!"

Jimmy smiled at Davis, "So, Mr. Davis, what about you?"

Davis: "I'm just a small lobbyist, a small role serving everyone." He took out a business card from his inner pocket and handed it to Jimmy with both hands, "I think maybe we will have a chance to cooperate in the future."

Jimmy reached out and took it, took a look at it, and put it on the table, "That's it?"

Davis raised his glass to signal, and Jimmy clinked his glass with his. "Just getting acquainted, I hope I don't bother you. Goodbye, Agent Yang."

Davis stood up, buttoned his suit, picked up his cup, nodded to Jimmy, and turned away from his seat.

Jimmy looked at Davis' back. He sat back at the bar, ordered another drink, and sat there for a few minutes before getting up and leaving the bar.

This was an interesting person. Jimmy looked at the business card on the table and put it away. After finishing the wine in the glass, he waved to the bartender at the bar for a refill. Soon a waiter came over to deliver the wine and took away the previous glass.

Maybe it was because Jimmy's side was empty, two more people came over and exchanged business cards with Jimmy. Obviously, a stranger of Chinese descent appearing in such an occasion would still attract other people's attention.
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Early in the morning, Jimmy and his team were sitting in a command vehicle. The surveillance camera showed the exterior image of the house. Multi-angle surveillance covered the front and back of the house. An SUV drove over from a distance and stopped in front of the house. Four people got out of the car, looked left and right, walked up the steps, opened the door and went in.

"Is it them? Are you sure?"

The monitoring team member said: "Yes, the license plate and car model are the same, the same car they changed to when they escaped."

Jimmy picked up the intercom: "This is Jimmy, everyone get ready, Team A assault, Team B support, the action begins."

"receive."

Soon a Bearcat armored vehicle drove over, followed by two SUVs. Six fully armed SRT team members got out of the armored vehicle, made gestures behind the car, and rushed directly to the door. With a "bang", the shotgun broke the lock, and several people rushed in.

"FBI, don't move." "FBI!"

A few seconds later, gunshots rang out. Jimmy watched in the command vehicle as the SRT team opened fire and arrested people in the room. Immediately afterwards, the FBI agent in the SUV entered the room wearing a bulletproof vest and holding a pistol.

"Safety!"

A notification came over the intercom. Jimmy nodded and patted the monitoring team. "I'll go to the scene and take a look. You guys keep watching."

(End of this chapter)