Sal has been very honest all the way, so honest that Jimmy even felt that he had found the wrong person. According to the character of the Aztec people who go to New York, they are all irritable and will explode if they touch sparks. Why are the people in Dallas so mean?
When the car was parked at the edge of the woods, Salai's expression changed. When he got out of the car and walked into the woods, his face was already extremely ugly. Now that the revolver was on the top of his head, he started to cry in mourning.
They are all gangsters on the road. Doesn’t anyone know why they come to this place?
Looking at Jimmy's skillful way of opening the magazine and pouring bullets, this revolver must not have been played for a year or two. As a native of Texas, how could he not know the game of Russian roulette? !
With trembling lips, Sarai resisted and said nothing. Jimmy didn't coddle him, he pulled the trigger first, "click", "You still have four chances to speak."
You can see the position of the bullet from behind the magazine. Now the bullet is directly below, which means there are only three chances. But Jimmy doesn't know how to shoot. In a game like roulette, if you can persist in three shots, you are already a man. If you haven't told him yet, Jimmy will have to change his plan.
"He's a tough guy, Salai, it seems you don't want to talk anymore." "Click" Jimmy pulled the trigger again, and the magazine rotated one click again.
Sarai shuddered. This was no toy. He looked up at the shiny barrel and could see the rifling in the barrel.
"10 seconds." Jimmy took out the cigarette case from his pants pocket with his left hand, shook it out with one hand and held a cigarette in his mouth, "5 seconds." He put the cigarette case back on his left hand and took out a lighter from his pocket. "3" "2".
"Pop" Jimmy pressed the lighter. Salai shivered again. Jimmy lit the cigarette and put back the lighter.
"1" "Click" The third magazine is still empty.
"Stop! I give up! Stop!" Sarai was frightened once just now by the snap of the lighter, followed by the snap of the revolver. Her spirit completely collapsed, and she shouted with a cry.
Jimmy put the revolver back and stepped back. "Tell me. What do you know about Tim Sparks? And where is Bob now?"
Jimmy's nose twitched. Salai was so tough just now, but he was frightened by the lighter and revolver, and his pants were a little wet.
Salai raised his hands. After getting in the car, Jimmy fastened his hands with zip ties. Otherwise, Jimmy would not be able to worry about driving. "Can you give me a cigarette?"
Jimmy took out the cigarette case, pulled one out and handed it to Sa. He threw the lighter to him and lit it for himself. Then he took the lighter back and said, "You can talk now."
Salai took two deep puffs on the cigarette, holding the cigarette in the corner of his mouth: "Who are you?" He knew very well that there were no Chinese gangs in Dallas, and it could even be said that there were no famous Chinese gangs in Texas. Jimmy's behavior was definitely not official. Could it be that the people here are Chinese gangsters from California coming over?
Jimmy: "You don't need to know, tell me the answer." Jimmy opened the revolver magazine, rotated the magazine again with his left hand and closed it.
Salai: "Are you coming to grab the land? There is no place for you Chinese here. There are not many Chinese in the city. Why do you come here!"
Jimmy raised the revolver: "Don't talk nonsense, answer." "Click"
Sarai shut up, took another puff of cigarette, and then exhaled. "I don't know Tim Sparks. Bob's at the Victory Cafe on Elm Street."
Jimmy: "Who's your boss in Dallas?"
Sarai: "I don't know, I'm just a street gangster."
Jimmy: "Do you think I'm a fool? I can come to you, but do you think I didn't investigate anything?"
Jimmy pointed the muzzle of the gun toward the ground and pulled the trigger. This time it didn't click, but made a "bang" sound. The warhead shot out and hit the ground next to Salai. Salai said "Ah", the cigarette butt fell from his mouth and fell on his pants, and he quickly pushed it to the ground with his hand.
Sarai got a little nervous, "fxxk, you lunatic!"
Jimmy had opened the magazine, ejected the cartridge case, inserted another bullet, and closed the magazine again. "Next time I won't move my gun."
Salai cursed, and after saying a few words, his voice became softer. He picked up the cigarette butt from the ground, wiped it briefly on the soil, then put it back into his mouth and took two puffs. Only the cigarette butt was left, and then he spit it on the ground.
Sarai: "You crazy guy, stop shooting. Bob's in charge of things here in Dallas. He's on Elm Street, Negra's, the Mexican restaurant."
Jimmy: "Where is your goods?"
Sarai: "I don't know. I just take the goods from Bob and then distribute them."
Jimmy: "Lie!" Jimmy fired another shot at Salai, but of course it was still an empty shot, "click".
Sarai: "No, no! I really didn't lie. I still have a few items in the kitchen and closet of Victory Cafe. That's all. I really don't know the rest."
Jimmy nodded, opened the revolver magazine, filled the remaining five bullets and put it back into the holster, "You are a smart man, I don't think I need to say more."
Sarai: "I understand, I haven't seen you. I have been sleeping since I got home yesterday."
Jimmy: "Find your own way back."
Jimmy walked up to him, picked up his cigarette butt from the ground, put it out on the ground, then turned around and left the woods.
Jimmy drove away and called Torsten, "Tori (Torsten's nickname), do you have Bob's information over there?"
Thorsten: "When do you want it?"
Jimmy: "I'll be downstairs in half an hour."
Thorsten: "OK, I'll wait for you."
In the parking lot of DEA's office, Jimmy came over and saw Torsten standing aside. He parked next to him and Torsten opened the passenger door and got in.
Thorsten handed Jimmy a piece of paper with Bob's photo on it, but it was from the side, with no identifying information, only the information about some Azite prisoners they had investigated.
Jimmy: "Bob's on Elm Street, at Negra's, and Salad's is in the kitchen of the Victory Cafe. Do you want to do it? Bob can give it to you, but I need Tim Sparks's spot."
Thorsten thought, patting his leg gently with his right hand. After thinking for a while, he slowly shook his head: "There is no direct evidence, even if we catch Bob, it will be useless. We need to find his warehouse or route, so that both the person and the stolen goods can be reaped."
Jimmy: "You handle the goods from Nasa."
Thorsten: "Where's Sarai?"
Jimmy: "Probably he was looking for a car to go home on the road. He didn't bring his cell phone with him when he came out."
Thorsten had a little smile on his face. Jimmy was still a policeman after all, he wasn't crazy.
Thorsten: "Then a small amount of goods is not a big problem. I will arrange for the surveillance team to keep an eye on it. As long as everyone has the stolen goods, we can arrange for arrests. Bob, this is more difficult. We can only look at opportunities. There are not enough The evidence cannot be touched for the time being."
Jimmy: "I know, then I'll do it myself."
Thorsten turned to look at Jimmy: "Just leave the person behind for me."
Jimmy nodded. He had memorized Bob's profile and could now keep an eye on him.
Thorsten got out of the car and Jimmy drove off, heading straight to Elm Street. Jimmy had already roughly seen the Dallas map when he was seconded to the Dallas office. After coming here this time, he looked at it carefully in the hotel. You may not remember the small streets, but you will definitely be fine with the streets.
After going to the gas station to fill up the car with some gas, water and drinks, he went directly to Negra Restaurant and sat in the corner of the restaurant for a Mexican-style lunch. A chicken fajita, a barbecue, and a corn soup. After finishing lunch, Jimmy continued to sit in the restaurant for a while, making sure that Bob had not appeared, and then left the restaurant and returned to his car.
The Texas sun made the car feel stuffy and hot. Jimmy sat for a while, started the car and drove for a while, then found a cafe to sit in and rest in the cool. Sitting next to the window, you can just see the main entrance of Negra Restaurant.
There is a back entrance to the restaurant, but Jimmy is alone and cannot monitor both sides. He can only choose one side, so he can only watch the front door.
Jimmy wandered around the restaurant all afternoon and became thoroughly familiar with the surrounding environment.
In the evening, Bob came out of the restaurant. There were two people following him, plus the car waiting for them at the door, three of his men, which was a bit troublesome.
Jimmy followed their car from the restaurant to a bar. Bob took the two people in, and the driver drove away without stopping in the parking lot next to it. It was interesting.
Jimmy parked the car in the parking lot and followed him into the bar. No, I can't follow today. There are too many people in the bar. Although Bob came late, there is still an empty curved sofa waiting for him. It seems that this place should be his stronghold.
Jimmy came to the bar, ordered a glass of bourbon, sat in front of the bar and rested, glancing at Bob's position from time to time. Occasionally someone would come and sit next to Bob and chat for a while, but no one sat down for long.
Jimmy finished a drink, put the cup on the bar, and was about to leave. Suddenly he realized that the person sitting next to Bob had not left, and had been sitting for a while. He asked for another drink and stayed for a while.
When the man left, Jimmy saw the front clearly and took note of his appearance as a backup. If Bob didn't have a chance to catch him directly, he might gain something from investigating this man.
When no one was there, Bob finished the wine in his glass, paid and left the bar.
Jimmy sat in the car and kept staring at the bar. It was after midnight that he saw Bob coming out of the bar, but now there was only one of the two people behind him. But Jimmy didn't see the car. He looked left and right and didn't find any other cars started.
After Bob came out, he turned and started walking along the sidewalk. Jimmy started the car and drove out slowly. He followed him from a distance of dozens of meters. Although it was not too far away, at least he was not too close to them. Discover.
Unfortunately, Jimmy's good luck ran out. Before Bob and the others could discover their destination, the police lights suddenly flashed behind Jimmy's car.
fxxk! Jimmy turned on the right turn signal and stopped on the side of the road. The police car behind him also stopped. Two patrol officers got out of the police car and walked over.
"Hi, sir! Lower the window. You have been driving very slowly. Is there something wrong with the car?" A policeman came over from behind the driver's side with a flashlight and shined the flashlight on Jimmy's face. , another policeman came over from the passenger seat and took a look inside the car.
"FBI, don't be nervous. I need to get my ID now, okay?" Jimmy put his hands on the steering wheel and turned to the policeman next to him.
The policeman nodded, "Are you armed? Please don't make dangerous moves." His flashlight followed Jimmy's hand and shined on his chest.
Jimmy took out his FBI ID from his pocket and handed it to him. The other policeman had already put his hand on his waist.
The policeman took a look at the ID and pressed the intercom to contact the dispatch center to verify the validity of Jimmy's ID. It is impossible for the police dispatch center to find Jimmy's information, but the FBI has a special query system provided to them. After authorization, they can check by entering the information. It will only return true or false, but will not provide information.
The policeman on the left confirmed Jimmy's identity and returned his ID to him, and then the policeman on the right removed his hand from the handle of the gun. "Are you on a mission?"
Jimmy: "Yeah. Am I okay?"
The policeman waved his hand, and the two returned to the police car. Jimmy looked at the place where Bob disappeared. During this delay, he completely lost his sight. He started the car and drove forward. When he turned at the intersection, he still didn't see Bob. It seemed that he had entered a nearby building.
Jimmy parked the car on the side of the road and saw in the rearview mirror that the police car was parked at the intersection and did not move away. It seemed that there was nothing he could do today, so Jimmy left here directly and returned to the hotel to rest.
Jimmy just rested for a while, and continued to go out at dawn, returning to the place where Bob disappeared and continuing to observe. Fortunately, there were many cars parked on this roadside, so Jimmy's car was not conspicuous at all.
Tracking and surveillance is the most troublesome thing. Jimmy is not a professional surveillance team. He has no professional surveillance and tracking training or multi-person cooperation in the surveillance team. He doesn't even have surveillance equipment, so he can only endure it. The point is, being beaten up by the police in the early morning and directly losing the target was too painful. It was better to just kidnap the person at that time.
Jimmy waited for a while, went to have breakfast first, bought a cup of coffee and came back to continue staring. It was not until the afternoon that he saw Bob's younger brother coming out of an apartment building.
It should be here. Jimmy finally regained his energy. He got out of the car, took out his cigarette case and observed the situation in the building with his mind's eye while taking out cigarettes. Then he stood on the roadside and smoked.
After waiting for a while, the younger brother came back with two cups of coffee and a bag of takeaway. Jimmy did not follow him, but watched him with his heart as he walked up to the second floor and entered a room. Jimmy has determined that there is only one person in that room, sleeping on the bed, and it seems that he has not escaped, and that is Bob.
Jimmy didn't wait any longer. He returned to the car, took the zip ties and walked directly in. He put on disposable gloves as he walked. Jimmy always carried these two things with him and they were very easy to use.
It was obvious that the younger brother's hands were occupied. He didn't lock the door at all, but entered the room with the door ajar. Jimmy came to the door, pulled out his Glock, pushed the door open with his side and entered the room, pointed the gun at his little brother, "Don't move, don't talk."
The younger brother was a little confused, but he raised his hands obediently.
"Turn around, hands behind your back." Jimmy ordered while looking at Bob in the bedroom. He was obviously not awake yet.
Jimmy walked over, cuffed his little brother's hands with zip ties, took a piece of clothing from the side and stuffed it directly into his mouth, making him sit on the sofa. Jimmy then walked to the bedroom. Bob was still sleeping in the bed, which was very good. Jimmy walked over directly, put the gun to Bob's forehead, and covered his mouth with his hand. Bob woke up immediately, struggling and making a "woohoo" sound.
"If you don't want to die, don't make a sound." Jimmy whispered, and when Bob reacted and gave up struggling, Jimmy let go of his mouth.
"Put on your clothes. Don't talk." Jimmy directed Bob to put on his clothes, and then put the tie on him. Jimmy picked up Bob's cell phone, keys and pistol that were on the bedside table and put them in his pocket. Then he took Bob out of the bedroom and went downstairs.
Fortunately, although it was afternoon and there were still many cars and people on the road, Jimmy successfully put Bob in the back seat and drove away.
