Jimmy only called the command center to inform him of the situation at the scene. Unless Watson came to the command center to speak, no one else could command Jimmy, so he had no problem handling the shooting at the scene. At most, they were mentally uncomfortable. It's just that I don't pay attention when working for them.
The NYPD and ambulance arrived quickly. The Counter-Terrorism Bureau did not completely ignore Jimmy's request because the matter had nothing to do with them. As the temporary commander designated by Watson, they were obviously very cooperative with Jimmy's instructions.
Jimmy revealed his identity and asked them to stay at the scene to deal with it. Jimmy contacted the security guard, paused the elevator, and waited for the forensic personnel from the NYPD to read the information about the gunman in the elevator. Jimmy followed the security guard to the building control room, and transferred Take the elevator video.
He still had some ideas to confirm whether the person who ran away was the boxer he was looking for. It was such a coincidence.
"Adjust the elevator monitoring and underground parking lot monitoring in the underground parking lot." Jimmy said to the person in the security room.
The security cooperation is still very high, but there is nothing we can do. There was just a shooting in the underground parking lot, and the FBI showed up right after. The police were dispatched at such a speed that no one else could.
The two surveillance screens in front of him began to move forward for more than ten minutes. One was the elevator surveillance, and the other was the surveillance of the entrance to the underground parking lot. After starting to play normally, Jimmy began to stare at the moving figures inside. Due to the lighting problem in the underground parking lot, the monitoring effect was very poor, which was really a bit painful. Why didn't these properties update the latest equipment?
"Pause, slow down, start."
Two people appeared on the scene in the underground parking lot. They walked across from each other. When they got close, one person made a move. Although the distance was a bit far, it was barely visible. The person who made the move first reached out and grabbed the other person's hand. Clothes or arms, the two struggled together and immediately separated. After blocking each other, the person who struck first was knocked to the ground.
The person who took the last step was bending down to take someone, and suddenly fell sideways. The two were entangled on the ground again, and soon separated. The person who fell behind got up and walked toward the elevator for two seconds. He stopped, turned around and fired.
"Pause. Timer, switch to elevator monitoring, start playing."
Half a minute later, the elevator door opened, and a man came in from the underground parking lot. He held his stomach, lowered his head, and pressed the button for the second floor. Then the elevator opened and he left the elevator.
"Is there surveillance on the second floor?"
"No, it is not installed inside the floor." The security guard immediately replied.
"Rewind the video, starting from when he entered the elevator." Jimmy directed to rewind the video and "pause". From the mirror material in the corner of the elevator, you can see a little reflection of this person.
"Make a copy of both surveillance cameras and leave them here for me to pick up later. Now take me to the second floor of the elevator and chase you immediately."
Jimmy gave the order, and the security supervisor arranged for a copy. He took Jimmy out and ran up the stairs to the second floor. "Command center, continue to investigate the surrounding surveillance. The person who fired the shot is probably a boxer."
Jimmy ran and reported to the command center.
The definition of the video in the elevator just now is much better than that in the underground parking lot. First of all, the hair color is indeed brown. And although the mirror reflection area is not large, part of the face can be seen. This person is somewhat similar to a boxer, with brown hair. Although it looks a little different from the previous surveillance screen, this is the easiest to change.
"Jimmy, this is Noah Watson, are you sure it's him?"
"It's not certain. There is a high probability that his hair is the same color, but he kept his head down under surveillance and couldn't see his face."
"Understood, support has been sent out."
Jimmy continued to follow the security director to the elevator entrance and began to search for blood stains around him. The man had been shot just now, and now he wanted to determine where he had gone.
The security supervisor has notified others through the intercom. Now Jimmy has many informants, but no one has ever informed that they saw the injured person.
Jimmy and the security supervisor never separated. The two of them checked on the second floor together. They also took a look at the fire escape. No blood was found. Maybe he covered the bullet hole to stop the bleeding.
"Our man was knocked unconscious at the fire stairwell on the first floor." The news came from the security captain's intercom, and the two of them immediately turned back to the fire escape and ran down.
When Jimmy was observing before, he didn't look very carefully because he was at his feet. He thought someone was guarding downstairs, but it turned out that he was knocked unconscious, fk.
"Where is that person?" the security captain asked the security guard who found the person next to him.
"I didn't see it. When I was passing by, I saw him sitting on the ground and leaning against the wall, so I came to take a look. It turned out that he had been knocked unconscious, and he was still breathing and having a heartbeat."
Jimmy looked around and saw a few blood drops next to the fainted man. It seemed that this was indeed where he was. "How many exits are there?"
Security Captain: "Three."
Jimmy: "Look separately, I'll go to the side."
Jimmy went to the side door, which leads to the side of the building, which is a small alley on W44 Street. The man was shot. He just went up to the second floor and then escaped on the first floor. It was obvious that he was creating trouble for the pursuers behind him. Please, buy yourself some more time.
Since the people on the first floor had been knocked out while Jimmy was on the second floor, he must have been gone for some time. Jimmy came outside the side door and looked around. He found no one unusual, and there was nothing unusual about everyone's walking posture. He was still late.
Jimmy began to check the ground. The area here is relatively large, and checking for blood stains on the ground is troublesome.
"Jimmy, our people are already here." Jimmy looked up and looked at the entrance of the block. A car drove over. He didn't hang up the phone when he was talking to the security supervisor just now. The command center also heard their conversation.
"Here you go." The car stopped at the door, the door opened, and three people got out. One of them gave Jimmy a walkie-talkie with a headset.
"Look for blood on the ground. The person who ran just now probably came out through this door." Jimmy took the walkie-talkie and gave orders to the three of them at the same time. There was no need to ask names at this time, it was pointless, work was the most important thing.
He began to hang the walkie-talkie on his belt and put the earphone on his right ear at the same time. He changed his previous Bluetooth earphone to his left ear and listened to different content in the two ears. It was not a big problem for him, as his mental power increased. His improved abilities and brain's ability to process information are enough for him to be distracted and deal with different things.
"Found it, here are two blood drops." An agent found blood stains on the ground, and Jimmy ran over quickly, "Start here and continue looking."
"Director Noah, investigate the surrounding surveillance. Go forward for 10 minutes, no, 15 minutes, and record all the vehicles leaving this side alley." Jimmy lowered his head to search while making arrangements with the command center.
"receive."
"Agent Yang, we only found one blood stain." They searched around and found no second blood stain.
Jimmy looked around and said, "Separate, you two go to the building opposite to ask if there is anything unusual and make sure he didn't run into that building. You, go from here to the intersection and check again."
Jimmy: "Command Center, have you found the vehicle information?"
Staff: "We have identified three cars that came out of the alley before, and their license plates have been recorded."
Jimmy: "Locate the locations of three cars."
Staff: "Roger that."
While Jimmy was waiting for the three of them to check and question again, the security supervisor ran over from the side door with the NYPD people, "Detective, we checked the other two doors and the surveillance cameras, but found nothing."
NYPD patrol officer: "Detective, have you got any results from your investigation?"
Jimmy: "No, how is the person who was shot?"
nypd: "Already sent to the hospital. He was not dead at the time. It is unclear now."
Jimmy: "Okay, follow up and let me know when he is out of danger." Jimmy took out his FBI business card from his pocket and gave one to the patrolman.
nypd took the business card: "No problem."
In the command center, Watson was watching the staff call the surveillance system to track down the three vehicles. They had to determine their locations before notifying Jimmy that they were going to pursue them. But it was not easy to find these three vehicles now. One side was under real-time surveillance, and the other side was under real-time surveillance. It is based on the time they appeared in the surveillance before to determine whether they can be seen in the next surveillance.
Staff: "We identified one vehicle. It is currently traveling south and just passed 6th Avenue and 35th Street."
Watson: "Notify our people to follow."
The staff sent a text message with the license plate number and location through the system, "Sent."
Jimmy did not hear the conversation in the command center. Watson obviously had some thoughts and he did not want to rely entirely on Jimmy to handle this matter.
Although Jimmy did not know the arrangements of the command center, the three people in front of him had returned without finding anything. It was certain that unless the person suspected of being a boxer could get underground, he must have got in a car and left here.
The staff's voice came from Jimmy's Bluetooth headset: "Agent Yang, a car has been found. The location and license plate number have been sent."
At this time, a person received a text message on his mobile phone, "We found a car, let's go." Two people got in the car and left, while the other person stood next to Jimmy and stayed.
Jimmy looked at the car leaving with a somewhat unsightly look on his face. Although they had received the notification, it was obvious that they believed in their own people more. They notified CIA agents immediately after discovering the vehicle, while he had to wait for follow-up information about the car.
Jimmy said to the last agent, "Come on, get in my car."
Jimmy's car did not park in the parking lot, but parked directly on the street next to Times Square. This time I came here to find someone. I might need to drive to chase someone at any time. Parking in the parking lot is too troublesome and delays things. There is nothing wrong with parking on the roadside except getting a ticket.
When Jimmy and the agents came to the car, there happened to be an NYPD patrol officer in front of the car preparing to copy the license plate.
"Hi, officer. FBI Special Agent Jimmy Young just handled a case. I'm leaving now."
Jimmy flashed his ID and opened the car door. The patrol officer looked at the badge on Jimmy's ID, nodded, and stopped sticking the note. He turned around and left Jimmy's car and returned to his police car.
Not bad, at least I saved dozens of dollars. Jimmy was in a better mood, and the two got into the car. Jimmy sent the car on the road, driving slowly, moving aimlessly with the traffic.
"Chinatown, target found." The notice from the command center arrived. Jimmy looked at the route and turned around at the next intersection to drive to Lower Manhattan.
Fortunately, the distance from the middle city to the lower city is not far, but the traffic is not very good, and there are no sirens and lights on Jimmy's car, so it is a bit slow. And in this little time, the winner is decided.
"Jimmy, this is Watson, how long do you need?"
"10 minutes."
"Our man failed. He just entered a pet clinic. He should be dealing with gunshot wounds. You have to be faster."
"It's the pet clinic again, I understand."
Jimmy was really speechless. Why do these people like to go to pet clinics to treat their injuries? No, I should say, why do these underground doctors like to use pet clinics as their fronts?
At the back door of the clinic, Jimmy put the agent down first, then parked his car not far in front, and then walked over. Watson had already received the news just now that the person entered through the back door.
Jimmy looked around and found no one who fell to the ground. No, Watson said that his people failed. They must have met, right? Looking inside the clinic, there was a person lying on a table similar to an operating table, another person was walking towards the back door, and there were several people in another room, who should be waiting patients. As for the pets they are holding and pulling, there is no need to pay attention. This is a pet clinic after all, so it is normal.
Jimmy was about to knock on the door when the door opened from the inside. A man in a doctor's white coat came out. He was wearing a mask and a hat. He was holding a bag of garbage in his hand and a bag of garbage under his arm. He looked like a normal man. To throw it out.
"Doctor Pierce?" Jimmy showed his ID. The situation in the clinic had been notified in advance by the command center. There was only one doctor here.
The doctor stopped and looked at Jimmy and the agent, "You are?"
"FBI Special Agent Jimmy Young, did someone enter the clinic just now and requested treatment?"
Dr. Pierce looked left and right at Jimmy and the agent, checked again and again before nodding: "He is in the operating room."
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After hearing this, the agent immediately drew his gun and walked in. Jimmy said: "Thank you, please wait here."
Jimmy turned around and was about to enter the clinic through the back door when he suddenly realized something was wrong. This doctor... Jimmy immediately turned around. The garbage bag in Dr. Pierce's hand was already falling, and at the same time, his hand was already raised, preparing to sneak attack Jimmy from behind.
"Pa", Jimmy raised his arm to block the doctor's punch. Fortunately, Jimmy's reaction was faster and he was not successfully attacked.
As the punch failed, the doctor followed up by alternating his hands and punching Jimmy one after another. His body also moved forward, suppressing Jimmy's range of movement.
Jimmy's nerves react very quickly, but his body is still not strong enough to react so quickly. He can only make fists with both hands and use his fists and forearms to block the doctor's quick punches again and again. At the same time, his feet are also retreating, gradually from The clinic is entered through the back door.
Doctor "Winter" swung a punch, Jimmy ducked and the punch hit the wall directly. Jimmy finally had a chance to distance himself. For a master of fighting and boxing, close combat was too dangerous. If his body's reaction had not gradually increased, he would have been lying down long ago.
The doctor didn't stop just because his punch hit the wall. Instead, he continued to advance forward, getting into close combat range with Jimmy again. Jimmy's arms were in terrible pain at this time. Fortunately, the doctor may have lost some strength, but at least Jimmy could barely fight back now.
After a round of blows on the right shoulder, Jimmy hit the doctor on the right waist with his left fist. When his right shoulder was hit and he stepped back, he also took advantage of the situation to distance himself. The doctor snorted and got close to Jimmy again. This time, Jimmy was at a disadvantage. The punch caused severe pain in his right shoulder. Now his right arm was not flexible and he could only block with his left hand. He was quickly hit twice more. Next, the key is that he was punched in the face and the whole person was stunned.
"Bang bang" two gunshots were heard, and the doctor also fell towards the wall. Jimmy continued to retreat and fell to the ground. The agent who had entered the clinic for inspection finally returned. His marksmanship was good and he was able to accurately hit the doctor during the fight between the two.
"Are you okay?" the agent asked Jimmy, aiming at the doctor, and then moved closer to the doctor.
"It's hopeless. The doctor in the clinic was knocked unconscious in the operating room. He is a boxer." The agent checked the doctor. He was shot on the side of the chest and neck. Now a lot of blood is flowing out. Now the doctor is covering his neck with his hands, but he still can't stop it. Stop the blood from flowing out.
"Call an ambulance, call one for me too. FK, it hurts me so much." Jimmy howled as he spoke. He was hit so many times by a boxing master at close range that it was fatal.
The agent looked at Jimmy's miserable look and took out his cell phone to make a call.
"Help me find the earphones. They should have fallen in front." Jimmy sat on the ground and didn't want to get up at all. His arms were hanging down and he didn't have the strength to raise his hands. The pain was too much and he was punched on the right side of his face. It's a little swollen now.
The agent found Jimmy's Bluetooth headset from the ground and put it on him, "Command Center, did you hear that?"
"The command center received it."
"The boxer has been killed. An ambulance will be arranged immediately. I am also injured."
"receive."
Jimmy sighed. It had been the first time in so long that he was beaten so badly. He couldn't think of the last time he was beaten like this.
The ambulance arrived soon, and the NYPD police car also arrived at the scene. Jimmy asked the agent to help take out the FBI ID to prove his identity. The scene was blocked by the NYPD. The boxer had become a corpse, and there was too much blood. The agent simply With no intention of giving him first aid, one ambulance took Jimmy to the hospital, while another, accompanied by agents, took the boxer's body to the medical examiner's office.
