A week later, Jimmy returned to the county police station again. As soon as he entered the police station door, Chief James called Jimmy into the office.
"Jimmy, you've been doing a pretty good job this time."
"Thanks for the compliment, Director." Jimmy replied with a playful smile.
"Well, I didn't praise you. Jimmy, you need to pay attention to one thing. We are the police, not the army, not the gang. We handle cases and protect the city, not for legal killings.
In just 4 months, you have already had 3 cases. You don’t want to be called a butcher police either. Stop it, and be sure to be gentler next time. "
"But, Chief, every time I fired, there was a reasonable reason. The scene was really dangerous at the time. I didn't mean to kill them intentionally. The police academy teaching materials also require us to try to avoid shooting the suspect's limbs to avoid danger."
"It seems that Noah has educated you well, and you have remembered this knowledge very deeply. I am not going to put you in danger, I just ask you to think more about our police station. A policeman called the Butcher, You will be investigated by the county government committee, and they may even force you to be suspended. You know I am here to defend you, not to shirk responsibility."
"OK, I get it, I'll do it."
Jimmy was helpless. Since the arrival of Goldfinger, his mentality has changed too much. Now he has a bit of a free will. For situations where a gun has been fired or is definitely going to be shot, the best way to protect himself is to kill the opponent directly. Good idea.
Jimmy came out of the chief's office, collected his equipment, and set off on patrol again.
The promotion did not bring much convenience to Jimmy. His daily job was still patrolling. The kind of police detectives in TV series and movies who wore plain clothes and searched for clues to solve cases seemed to have no chance with him.
In the county police system, only large counties have such position settings. The two systems with the most police detectives are the city police system and federal police such as the FBI.
If he doesn't plan to change careers or places, even if he is promoted to superintendent, he will still have to patrol the roads.
While Jimmy was on patrol, the phone rang. He looked at the caller and saw that it was Frank Moses. He had saved his phone number since the last call.
"Hi, Frank. What's up?"
"Hi, Jimmy, nothing's wrong. I just came back from out of town. You know I just moved here, so I want to hold a barbecue party. Do you want to come to it?"
"Of course, what's the time?"
"This Saturday afternoon, in my backyard."
"OK, no problem."
"I'll see you then. Goodbye, Jimmy."
"Goodbye, Frank."
Jimmy hung up the phone and thought about why Frank called him. Although the reason was that he had just arrived here, for a person who had just moved here, this kind of barbecue party must be about inviting people from his neighbors and blocks.
From various relationships, it seems that Jimmy should not be the target of Frank's attention. Jimmy recalled the two previous contacts with Frank and asked if there were any details that he had not thought of.
After wasting a lot of brain cells, Jimmy still didn't come up with a conclusion, so he had to give up first and see what he could do when the time came.
Jimmy continued to patrol the road boredly. Since the chief had a problem with him, he changed his mind and focused on causing trouble on the highway.
A pickup truck was transporting goods in front of them. The stacked boxes were arranged very squarely and regularly, but they didn't seem to be tied very tightly. There was a rope floating in the wind. Jimmy turned on his lights and siren and signaled the pickup truck to pull over. The driver of the truck turned on his turn signal and slowly stopped on the side of the road.
Jimmy got out of the car and walked over. The truck driver was an old white man with thinning hair and wearing a brown uniform. Jimmy had actually seen him before. It was Pinnacle Mountain State Park next to Little Rock, also known as Pinnacle Mountain. State Parks) ranger uniform with the words Pinnacle Mountain on the armband.
"Hi, good morning, sir. The stop was not because you violated the traffic rules. The car was driving very well. It was mainly because the protective rope on your car was loose. For safety reasons, please come down and tidy up."
"Oh, thank you." The old man got out of the car and took a look. One of the ropes was loose, and the hem was hanging to one side.
"Thank you, officer. It's a good thing you warned me. It would have been terrible if there was an accident."
"What's in the car? Do you mind if I take a look?"
"NO, NO, NO. Please help yourself. There are faucets inside, accessories for the forest area." The old man answered while tying the rope.
Jimmy looked at the cargo box and found nothing else in the gap, so it was over.
"Get ready before hitting the road. Drive carefully. Goodbye."
After Jimmy finished speaking, he got into the police car and continued patrolling the road.
This old man looks familiar, but I forgot his name. I'm sure he's from a movie he's seen before. If memory serves, he was related to Frank Moses, another one to watch.
Jimmy felt that as long as he saw the characters in these movies more often, he would naturally be able to recall the contents of the original movies and identify what movies they were. So this kind of people must pay attention. There are now three familiar faces, one Frank ·Moses, a guy who looks exactly like the God of Thunder, and this old man, the only one who knows his identity, is a park ranger. I will have a chance to find out about him later.
Jimmy faithfully carried out the director's will, and An An worked as his patrol officer, managing traffic, issuing tickets, and resolutely not being too troublesome. In the blink of an eye, Saturday came.
Jimmy took a day off and drove to Summerfield at noon that day. He arrived at Frank's house and took out his gift, a bottle of Silver Creek red wine. Jimmy would definitely not understand this kind of gift. This was a suggestion from Amy. , even the wine was bought by Amy for Jimmy.
"Hi, Jimmy."
"Hi, Frank."
Jimmy handed over the gift, and Frank raised his eyebrows and said, "Nice choice, Jimmy, in good taste."
"Hahaha, I don't know much about wine, so I asked my colleagues to help me choose. I hope you like it."
“Of course, Silver Creek Winery’s red wine is of very good quality and has become very popular in recent years.”
Frank welcomed Jimmy in, put the wine in the wine rack, and then came out with two bottles of beer.
"You don't have to go to work today, so why don't you have a bottle?"
Jimmy took it, a bottle of beer was no big deal.
"Who have you invited today?"
"Some neighbors and old friends from around the neighborhood. Come on, let's go to the backyard."
This was Jimmy's first time in Frank's backyard. He had what looked like a 10-square-meter swimming pool in the backyard. A grill and parasol had been placed beside the swimming pool in advance.
Frank and Jimmy sat under an umbrella, chatting casually and killing time.
