Jimmy locked the car and started walking along the street, paying attention to the surrounding areas. This was not an easy thing to do. The key is that the clues given by homeless people are too common. Not all Americans are very tall, and there are many people in the 170-175 range. It is very difficult for Jimmy to observe and locate such people.
Observations during the day are mainly focused on the neighborhood environment, and more importantly at night, because the murderers come out at night, so Jimmy plans to stay up late today and try to wait until after midnight in the neighborhood to see if there is any hope of finding anyone shopping alone. .
Jimmy called Nia first and then parked the car in a third-party parking lot. It is very inconvenient to park on the roadside for a long time, so it is better to park here for peace of mind.
Jimmy left the parking lot and walked on the street. He bought a cup of coffee from the street and drank it while walking. Suddenly, a black guy in front of him stopped in front of him. His right hand stretched out from his pocket and a jumping knife popped out. Just as Jimmy was about to make a move, something was pressed against his lower back. "Hey, man, come inside." The man in front motioned Jimmy to the alley next to him.
Damn it, it's not completely dark yet, you guys are a bit bold. Jimmy hadn't turned around yet, and he wasn't sure what was pressing against him on his lower back. Judging from the jumping knife held by the black man in front, it was probably also a jumping knife in the back.
You even took out the jump knife from your pocket openly, do you know that you are breaking the law? !
This place was relatively remote, and there were not many people in front and behind it. Jimmy could only turn around and walk to the alley next to him. When he turned around, Jimmy saw the person behind him. He was the same black man, and he also had a knife in his hand. It was just two knives. When I was older, I walked a few steps, and just two or three meters into the alley, the black man in front said impatiently: "Take out your wallet, hurry up."
Jimmy slowly turned around and reached for his suit with his right hand. It was obvious that this was not the first time these two guys had robbed him. They did not move away from Jimmy, but got close to him. They were only thirty or forty centimeters away, which was only a distance away from their knives. You can reach out and stab Jimmy.
He took out his wallet from his inner pocket with his right hand. When the black man reached for it, Jimmy poured the coffee in his hand over it. The warm coffee would not burn them, but it did interfere with their movements.
When they subconsciously ducked back, Jimmy reached out and grabbed the knife-holding hand of the black man in front. After twisting it slightly, he slashed his arm with the knife. The pain of reversing the joints made him let go of the jumping knife in his hand. Immediately afterwards, Jimmy pulled his hands back and kicked his calves. With one simple movement, the black man in front was pulled out of his center of gravity and his head hit the wall next to him.
It turned out that the black man behind Jimmy dodged the coffee and then rushed towards Jimmy. Jimmy had just thrown the black man in front of him and had not regained his balance at this time. He could only stretch out his left hand to block his knife-wielding right hand, and grabbed the clothes on his chest with his right hand. Squatting down and turning around, he pushed the black man up with his shoulders and threw him directly to the ground. The jumping knife in his hand also fell to the ground.
The two people were not a big problem for Jimmy. If he didn't know what was behind him at the time, it wouldn't be a big deal to deal with them on the sidewalk.
The two black men all fell to the ground. They obviously had no training in fighting. They just hit their heads and lost their fighting ability after falling on their backs. Now they are twisting and howling on the ground. Are the robbers so weak now?
Jimmy picked up his wallet, put it back in his pocket, pulled out his Glock and pointed it at them. "Don't move." Then she took out her cell phone and dialed 911. The FBI agent was robbed and had two robbers under control. The operator at the dispatch center was also a little surprised. Just hearing her voice told her how weird this was.
"Are you guys out of your mind? Do you dare to rob anyone? Do you want to risk your life? Ah? Do you think I'm Chinese and easy to bully? Didn't you see that I'm wearing a suit? Don't you know what the FBI is like? That's how your parents taught you Is it yours?"
He was already in a bad mood, and there were two stupid young men here. Jimmy was idle and gave them some verbal abuse. Then he asked them to lie on the ground, holding their heads with both hands. After searching, they found that the only weapons they had were two knives. Two low-life robbers without guns.
A few minutes later, two police cars parked outside the alley, and four NYPD patrol officers, divided into two at the front and two at the front, slowly entered the alley. They all had their guns drawn. "NYPD, put down your gun." Jimmy pointed the gun at the two robbers.
"FBI, don't be nervous, I'm calling the police." Jimmy put the Glock back into its holster, took the ID and handed it to the NYPD in front of him.
The NYPD officer looked at Jimmy's ID and gave it back to him.
Jimmy put away his wallet and said to them: "These two guys were here to rob me, and I knocked them down. You can take them back first."
The NYPD came up and put handcuffs on them. Jimmy only wore one pair of handcuffs when he went out. It was a bit troublesome for two people, so he kept threatening them with a gun.
"Agent, you need to come back with us." A police officer said to Jimmy.
Jimmy shook his head, "I'm investigating a murder case here. I don't have time to go back with you now. Let's take a note here."
"Wait a minute, I'll contact the supervisor." The police officer was about to press the intercom when Jimmy interrupted him directly, "No need to bother, I'll contact the Detective Bureau and let them handle it faster."
Jimmy called Chuck directly, "Chuck, is it convenient?"
Chuck said in a bad tone: "I don't have time, please send Nia back to me!"
Jimmy was immediately speechless, "The man said back to me that I was robbed by two black boys in the Bronx. They had already asked the patrol to arrest them and prepare to send them back, but I don't have time to go back and take notes now. The cases here are very busy. Please help me deal with it!"
"Call the patrol!" Chuck didn't refuse. He knew what case Jimmy was dealing with.
Jimmy gave the police phone to the police. Someone was causing trouble inside. Jimmy stood and made a simple note with the police. In addition to robbery, he also had to add a charge of concealed possession of a controlled knife. Mafia jumping knives are prohibited from concealing. Carry knives.
Speaking of which, Jimmy has always wanted to get a mafia knife, but he has no good channels to get a high-quality one for the time being. The quality of the ones sold in underground stores is really not good.
After the matter was dealt with, the police officers took the two unlucky boys back to deal with it, and Jimmy returned to the sidewalk and continued walking. Today I just want to waste some time and observe the surrounding environment. Jimmy himself didn't believe that he could meet the murderer, but there were really no clues, so he just had to do everything he could and leave it to fate.
Jimmy wandered around for a while and found a roadside cafe for a simple meal. He sat in the shop drinking coffee and looking outside through the window to kill some time. Walking all night was not what he wanted. He was already familiar with the surrounding neighborhoods. At the same time, he also observed some not-so-good scenes with his careful eyes, such as people gathering in residential buildings, and a few people sitting in a circle around a long table. , the image is so familiar that you can recognize it at a glance as playing cards.
There's really nothing we can do here in the Bronx, it's too chaotic, and it's a gang matter on Ruiz's side, so Jimmy can't just mess with them, so just let them be.
While he was resting, Jimmy's phone rang. It was Chuck.
Chuck: "Jimmy, where are you?"
Jimmy: "What happened, Bronx?"
Chuck: "Another taxi driver was attacked. Near Chinatown in Queens, the murderer stabbed the driver with a knife, snatched his wallet and cell phone and ran away. The driver struggled to the street and called for help. Someone called the police and was sent to the hospital."
Jimmy was speechless: "Chuck, this is just an ordinary case of a taxi driver being robbed. There are dozens of cases every year. It has nothing to do with our current case."
Chuck: "From our point of view, it has nothing to do with it, but people from the New York Taxi Drivers Association just contacted us. If we don't give them an explanation, they will hold a press conference soon."
Jimmy: "Fxxk! Can't these association people make it easier for people? Chuck, are your people going after you now?"
Chuck: "The patrol officers who arrived at the scene have arranged for a unit to go out to chase, but there is no news yet. Do you want to take a look?"
Jimmy: "Inform the on-site patrol. I estimate it will take at least half an hour to get there now. The traffic around here doesn't look very smooth."
Chuck: "Got it."
Jimmy ran back to the parking lot and drove to Queens. The people who worked together to solve the case all night had to follow him. He was now very angry.
After struggling to get to Flushing, he first came to the location where the taxi driver was robbed. The area had not been cleared yet. The police cordoned off the location where the taxi and the driver fell to the ground. After Jimmy showed his ID, he got away from the police. Got some information.
The murderer was a black man wearing a hoodie. He was wearing a hat when he ran away, so the people around him didn't see him clearly. However, the black man was too conspicuous in the Chinese-speaking area of Flushing, so the police behind him were directly surrounding him. Under the guidance of others, I chased after him.
Jimmy kept cursing these gangsters in his heart. It did not involve the issue of racism. Without this group of people, social security would be more than half better. Most of the various crimes were related to them. Many times when a case happened, he would feel in his heart. Just default to the skin.
This black man has a bad mind. He can't rob anywhere, but in Chinatown. More than 95% of the people here are Asians. Where else do you, a black man, want to go? What's more, the one you fucked up was a Chinese driver. If your brain gets wet, just put it in the dryer. Is it just a decoration around your neck?
"Has the forensics department come to collect fingerprint clues?" Jimmy asked the police who blocked the scene.
"Not yet, because they have already got off work at this time and are on their way over."
"If you find out the results, please inform Detective Chuck of the Detective Bureau. I'll go see how the chase is going over there?"
Jimmy turned around and left. He parked his car here and asked the NYPD people to help look after him. In Flushing, chasing by car is completely impossible. The traffic here is very busy, so it is easier to stay on your legs. I just checked with the police who stayed behind, it's only two blocks away, so it's not a big problem.
Jimmy came to the location where the police gathered. There was a small market inside. Even though it was night, there were quite a few people here. Several police officers were guarding the entrance and exit. Four police officers had already entered the market to check.
Jimmy asked about the situation, looked at the surrounding environment and the people watching, and then walked to the uncle who was watching the excitement at the door of the nearby store. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over, and asked in Mandarin: "Uncle, please ask. Let me ask you, who is in charge of this market?”
The uncle didn't expect that he could see something from watching the fun. He looked at Jimmy and asked, "Where do young people come from?"
Jimmy smiled and shook his head, "I'm not an immigrant, but my ancestral home is Henan."
The uncle took Jimmy's cigarette, and Jimmy lit it for him with a lighter. The uncle took a puff and raised his chin, "Are you with them?"
Jimmy nodded: "Well, a driver was stabbed just now, and his wallet and mobile phone were robbed, just two streets away. A black man ran over wearing a hoodie, and they chased him here."
Uncle: "You don't look like a policeman. What do you do?"
Jimmy took out his ID: "FBI Jimmy Yang, Yang Liansheng, you can just call me Xiaosheng. It had nothing to do with me originally. I was just hanging around here, but when I got the news, I found out that one of our own had been stabbed. Come here and help. Our man has been injured, and he must pay a price. These niggas have gone too far."
The uncle nodded and gave Jimmy a thumbs up: "Okay, I didn't see that, you are a conscientious boy, just wait for me."
The uncle took out his mobile phone from his pocket and walked into the store with a cigarette in his mouth, obviously going to contact someone.
Jimmy watched him enter the store, and his judgment was indeed correct. Jimmy was forced to give a bunch of Chinese gang information to Ruiz before. At that time, Ruiz might have asked him to handle this business, so the information he gave was very complete. When I saw this uncle just now, I noticed his tattoo. He belonged to one of the gangs, otherwise I wouldn't have found him among the onlookers.
Two minutes later, the uncle came out and nodded to Jimmy: "You're lucky, wait a minute, someone will send him here."
Jimmy nodded repeatedly, "Thanks, uncle." He also lit a cigarette for himself and stood with his uncle to smoke while chatting a little about which store nearby had better products and where to buy gifts.
Less than 10 minutes later, the uncle's phone rang. He picked up the phone, listened to a few words, turned to Jimmy and said, "Follow me."
Jimmy followed the uncle out of the market and walked to the room of a labor agency nearby. A black man wearing a black and gray hoodie was squatting in the corner. On the table next to him were two wallets, two mobile phones, and one A sheathed dagger, a bunch of keys.
Two people stood guard beside him, and a person came to greet him at the door. "Uncle Hao, we've been caught."
Uncle Hao said to Jimmy: "Xiao Sheng, go see if he is the person you want."
Jimmy: "Okay." Jimmy put on disposable gloves, picked up two wallets and took a look. The better wallet had documents in it, and he was a Chinese. He picked up the dagger next to him and pulled it out. He found that although it had been wiped off a little, there was still a little blood on it, so he didn't run away.
Jimmy nodded: "It should be him. Thanks, Uncle Hao."
Uncle Hao nodded to the two people guarding Heizi. They stretched out their hands to pick up the black man. Jimmy took out the handcuffs and cuffed them, and then asked them to put his things in a plastic bag. "By the way, did you come across the wallet and dagger during the search? Where did you touch them?"
Their eyes widened. Damn it, does this matter?
Jimmy knew something was wrong when he looked at their expressions. He turned to look at Uncle Hao: "Uncle Hao, this physical evidence will be sent for testing. The fingerprints on it will be recorded. It will definitely not work now. Do you want to let them Let's go there together? It's also a good thing for enthusiastic citizens to help the police catch the murderer. The injured person is Chinese, and everyone is watching and helping each other. Everything will be fine."
Uncle Hao thought about it for a moment, then looked at the two of them: "Which of you touched it?"
One of them raised his hand, and Uncle Hao nodded, "You go with him. Xiaosheng, I'll leave it to you, but you have to bring it back to me intact."
Jimmy smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will take care of it. Thank you, Uncle Hao." Jimmy took out a business card and left it to him, and then escorted Heizi out with the man.
When we came to the market, several NYPD patrol officers were still guarding the market. Good guys, these people really put safety first. Just two gatekeepers are enough. Everyone else should go in to look for someone.
Jimmy sent the person over: "Okay, the person has been arrested. This is an enthusiastic citizen who assisted in the arrest. Because he accidentally encountered the evidence during the search, so you should pay attention when you go back and don't regard him as a suspect. "
The NYPD patrol officer's eyes almost popped out of his head. Two policemen grabbed Heizi on the left and right, and the other one took the evidence in the plastic bag, called the others to return, and brought them back to the police station together.
Jimmy also called Chuck to clarify the concerns of the concerned citizens, and the rest was their business. As for this black man getting beaten up, there is no need to worry. As a gangster, he should know the consequences of biting the Chinese gangster, and he would be able to handle everything on his own, otherwise he would not be so honest and brought here by Jimmy and the others, and he would definitely struggle and scream.
Jimmy returned to his car, checked the time, and was too lazy to continue to stay in the Bronx. He drove all the way home to rest. He had a really unpleasant night. First he was robbed, and then he had to deal with the NYPD. matter, but his serial murder case has not progressed at all.
(It’s not completely healed yet, it hurts from time to time.)
(End of chapter)
