Jimmy: "Did you just say agent?"
Peter: "Well, underground intermediaries, they do all kinds of business. I have dealt with them before when doing business, but they usually do it more cleanly and there is no direct evidence, otherwise they would have been arrested long ago. This time we have to deal with it The noise was a bit loud, maybe he heard something from his side and said he had the information we need."
Peter drove to Brooklyn and met the agent Peter was talking about, an old man with a bald head and a white beard, by the river next to the Williamsburg Bridge.
Peter: "Wait for me here, I'll go talk to him."
Jimmy: "Is it safe?"
Peter: "It should be fine."
Jimmy opened the door and got out of the car, stood by the side of the car, and looked around. Peter got out of the car, buttoned his suit and walked towards the bald man.
Peter and the bald man stood chatting next to his car. They were a bit far away. Jimmy couldn't hear what they were saying. He just looked around. This is a good place to rest by the river. You can see many people in the distance. rest.
Suddenly, Jimmy noticed someone walking over from a distance. Everything was normal. When the person reached a place more than ten meters away, he suddenly stretched his right hand to his lower back, took out a pistol, and pointed it in the direction of Peter and the bald head.
Jimmy shouted "Get down." His right hand reached for the holster under his left armpit, and he pulled out the revolver and pointed it at the gunman.
The gunman drew his gun a little earlier than Jimmy, and he had already fired.
When Peter heard Jimmy shouting to get down, he was already trying to throw himself to the ground. However, the old man's reaction speed was a little slow. The gunman hit the old man with the first shot. At this time, Jimmy's gun also fired.
From a distance of more than ten meters, Jimmy's hit rate is still very high. The gunman, Jimmy, and Peter were in a triangular position. Jimmy fired twice out of habit, one shot hitting the gunman's chest, and the other shot. He hit the shoulder, all from the side, and did not kill the gunman on the spot.
After the gunman shot the old man, he turned the gun and pointed it at Jimmy, but he was shot before he shot Jimmy. He pulled the trigger reflexively, and the bullet flew to nowhere.
When the gunman turned to Jimmy, Jimmy continued to fire, and the third bullet hit his forehead. The gunman fell on his back, and the pistol was thrown to the ground. Jimmy aimed at the gunman on the ground, leaned over, and did not forget to shout at the same time. : "Peter, how are you?" "FBI, don't move!"
Peter: "I'm fine! Damn it! The agent was shot."
Jimmy: "Call an ambulance. The danger has passed."
Jimmy had already come to the gunman when he spoke. Jimmy had just shot a bullet in the chest from the side. The bullet should have passed through the heart. The gunman was bleeding profusely at this time, and the blood had flowed from his body to the ground.
The shooting here has alerted the people around. They saw Jimmy pointing the gun at the people on the ground and ran away. Good guys, it seems that they have a good sense of safety. No one came to join in the fun, and Jimmy was saved. Let’s control the field again.
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He'll be dead after this, fxxk! "
Jimmy stopped talking. Now Peter seemed a little irritable. Don't get into trouble at this time.
Peter and the others rushed back to Federation Square. Jones and Diana had returned. Peter first went to clean up any blood that might remain on his hands and clothes, and then several people gathered in the conference room.
Peter: "I got new news today. Jimmy and I just met with an underground agent. He told me that someone contacted him yesterday and needed to sell a batch of oil paintings. Yes, it was a batch. The specific data has not been determined yet. , because he hasn’t arranged for anyone to inspect the goods.
However, before he could tell the details, he was shot dead, and the gunman was also shot dead by Jimmy. Now the clues have been broken again. "
Jimmy: "My fault, that man shot too fast. I didn't have time to react in advance. I had to try my best to stop him from continuing to shoot."
Peter: "You did the right thing. Let's not talk about it now. Let's continue. I have written down the license plate number of the underground agent. Jones, you contact the nypd dispatch center and ask them to track the license plate. I need to know who he is. Where did it come from? Let’s work backwards to see who has met him and continue to trace this line.”
Jones: "Okay, I'll contact the dispatch center right away."
Peter: "Diane, please contact the NYPD to investigate the shooter's information and see if you can find anything."
Diana: "Okay."
Peter: "Let's do this first, Jimmy, you write a report and hand it in. The meeting is dismissed."
Jones did not wait in the office for the dispatch center to send the video. He left the office directly and went to the dispatch center. It would be more convenient to check it directly there. Of course, Jones himself doesn't have this face, and Peter still needs to go to the office and make a few calls to go through the process.
Jimmy is also quite memorized. It’s a bit painful not to mention that he has to work overtime and write reports now that his vacation is gone. But strangely, Jimmy’s luck seems to have started to change again. He has only been in New York for more than 2 weeks and it’s already been 4. Are the bad days about to begin again?
I have considered before that all kinds of abnormal things happened around me because I traveled through time. Now it seems that this is indeed possible. Otherwise, if I was just investigating the route of selling stolen art, why would a murder suddenly occur? Is there a story about silence?
Jimmy scratched his head a little. If the world was really targeting him as a time-traveler, it would be troublesome to deal with this incident now. This has just begun, and there are no clear clues yet, and two people have already died. By the time the incident is over, what will happen? How many will die?
Jimmy was writing the report and thinking wildly. Peter was also feeling uncomfortable. He didn't think as much as Jimmy thought, but he was also very worried now. The suspect this time was ruthless enough, but the middleman might be involved in leaking some information. , just silence him directly, which is a bit too much.
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