Jimmy really had a headache. He originally thought there were only three or five people, but now there were ten people in his mind, including the three people in Tim's car.
Not all of this group of people were armed with pistols. They had already seen three AR15s, which should be civilian semi-automatic versions. There was no sign of continuous fire. Another person used a shotgun, the model was unclear. Everyone else has pistols, so it's not a big problem.
Jimmy squatted next to the front of the car. The wheel hub and engine became his only cover now. He didn't dare to squat in other positions. The AR15 was powerful enough to penetrate the car body. This car was just a second-hand car he bought casually, not a bulletproof car.
I turned around and looked around. The nearest big rock was three meters away. It was very risky to run over it. Jimmy stared at the nearest person, and when he emerged from behind the stone, Jimmy fired a direct shot to the head.
Jimmy was suppressed by their firepower and couldn't get up at all. The one who just seconds ago shot from the side of the front of the car. Now he could only stare at these people and take advantage of the sparse firepower to suppress them and immediately get up and shoot.
This time he did not stare at the nearest person, but aimed at a person holding an AR15 thirty or forty meters away from him, which was a bit far away. Jimmy raised the gun head about an inch and fired twice before squatting down immediately. Bullets flew past his head, and the front of the car was hit many times. Because he appeared, the person who had stopped shooting started shooting again, only this time One less.
The death of two companions in succession made the people surrounding Jimmy more cautious. They stopped surrounding him and just chose a nearby bunker. After that, the gunfire stopped.
Jimmy didn't give them a chance to adjust. When a man showed up to check his position, he fired directly. Then he fired several shots at the stone where Tim and the others were hiding, suppressing the three people behind him, and then continued to squat. Target other people.
Tim is definitely going to die, but it's better to die later. His loss in coming to Albuquerque this time is very heavy. Justin paid fourteen gold coins for him, and he will always earn it back here. Scott's group must have suffered a big loss, and now they are counting on Tim.
Jimmy hid behind the car and moved to the rear wheel. A man with an AR15 had already changed the magazine and was now aiming at the front of Jimmy's car. Jimmy looked at his exposed side and fired a shot, waiting for him to be shot. When he ducked to the side, his head was exposed, and what greeted him was Jimmy's bullet.
As another person died, Tim and the others were going a little crazy. As someone shouted a few words in a language that Jimmy could not understand, they fired at Jimmy's car again, and at the same time, they accelerated towards Jimmy's location and surrounded him. come over.
This situation is of course the best for Jimmy. They have been hiding, and Jimmy doesn't dare to run out to chase them. He can only wait in hiding for a while. Now that they have come out and surrounded them, they are completely Jimmy's target. .
Jimmy lay directly on his side and fired from the side of the rear of the car, directly emptying the Glock's magazine. All three gunmen on the right returned to their destined places.
He picked up this Glock from Scott and the others. For this kind of private operation, he definitely couldn't use his own gun. It would be too easy to leave clues.
After changing the magazine, Jimmy crawled from the ground to the front of the car. Only Tim and two other people were left here. Tim didn't intend to continue shooting. He opened the car door directly and prepared to get in. The other two The individual saw his actions and ran towards the car.
Jimmy didn't dare to let him run away. His car had been hit by dozens of bullets and it would definitely not be able to drive. If Tim was allowed to drive away, there would be no way to chase him.
Looking at their position, Jimmy got up directly, fired a few shots at the two running people, and immediately ran towards Tim, only ten meters away. By the time he ran there, Tim had just started and the car had not yet picked up speed. .
Jimmy stood directly on the driver's seat and forcibly emptied the magazine. After the car rushed forward for a while, it rushed diagonally up the hillside, then turned and rushed down until it rushed into the ditch next to it.
Jimmy could finally breathe a sigh of relief. The Glock was out of bullets and had only one spare magazine. He picked up a man's pistol from the ground, refilled the gun at the person on the ground, and then walked towards the crashed car.
Fortunately, the height of the trench here is okay, a little over 2 meters. With this car set up here, you should be able to come up normally after going down. If it doesn't work, you have to go around below.
Jimmy jumped out carefully. Tim obviously didn't pull the seat belt buckle when he got in the car. Now he had completely thrown himself on the steering wheel and center console, and left the seat. Looking at the blood on his body and in front of the car, it was obvious that he was hopeless. Jimmy reached out and tried the carotid artery, but it was almost impossible to feel it.
After all, we can’t interrogate him if he’s dead, so we’re totally at a loss this time. Jimmy put on his gloves and briefly searched Tim. He also checked the car, threw everything to the ground, then climbed into the car, opened the trunk and took out Tim's suitcase.
The suitcase was thrown directly on the ground. Jimmy opened the suitcase and threw the clothes on the ground. He found a few bricks and some cash underneath. This was the whole harvest.
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Jimmy packed the things he found on Tim into his suitcase. These were all to be taken away. Except for the cash, he planned to keep it himself, leaving the rest to Steven as payment.
I took out my cell phone and took a look. You can't expect cell phone signal in such a broken place, but the GPS information can still be read.
Jimmy recorded the coordinates and climbed out of the trench. There was no way he could stay here. There was no signal in this poor place, and there was no way to find anyone to clean it.
He returned to his car, collected all the bullet casings on the ground, and wiped the door handle and steering wheel. He got out of the car and was speechless while looking at the license plate. He had no tools on the car to remove the license plate. I have no choice but to give up.
Jimmy dragged his suitcase and searched for the place where they ambush. He found two cars not far ahead. He checked them and drove away in one of them. While driving, he looked at his cell phone. When there was signal, he called Tony in CIA.
Jimmy: "Tony, this is Jimmy. Do you have a pen and paper around?"
Tony: "Wait...you tell me."
Jimmy reported the GPS coordinates and said, "Take your own people there to clean it up. Also, help me get rid of the car. Thank you."
Tony: "No problem, just leave it to me."
Jimmy had nothing to do. When he made the plan to alert the snake, he had thought that the car he drove could read his own information based on the license plate number, which could be considered a preparation to alert the snake. But he didn't expect that Scott would be so bold. After discovering his location, he would directly have a midnight date.
Now he has left too much information about himself, and so has the second-hand car he bought. Now that it is being sieved, the fact that he did it will definitely reveal the fact that he did it.
What he left behind was a mess, ten people died, and bullet casings and bullet holes were scattered all over the scene. If left alone, the people who would be disturbed later would not be just one or two people, but might be the subject of a joint investigation by multiple agencies.
Jimmy drove the car back to the outskirts of the city, disposed of the car the old-fashioned way, dragged the suitcase for a while before calling a taxi and returning to the hotel.
Jimmy's own affairs are over this time. All that's left is cooperation with Caitlin, and we have to wait for news from Tony. Jimmy moved the cash in the suitcase into his own suitcase so the rest could be hauled away.
This southwest operation is really a loss. In addition to revenge, I owe Justin fourteen gold coins for no reason. I still need to think about how to make up for this, which is a bit scratching my head.
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Hank and Steven are fishing in the DEA office. The DEA is different from the FBI. They usually investigate organized drug dealers and crack down on the drug trade, rather than catching small gangsters all over the streets. The FBI deals with all kinds of drug dealers. Federal crimes, including terrorism, cybercrime, financial crimes, vicious crimes, and more.
Relatively speaking, DEA agents spend more time investigating and monitoring, and they seem to be a little more laid-back than FBI agents. Of course, DEA agents also have much fewer personnel, only about 1/3 of FBI agents.
When Jimmy called Steven, Hank was right next to him. Jimmy and Steven made an appointment to meet in the evening. Of course, Hank had to get involved. After all, the monitoring of Tim was canceled today and it was all left to Jimmy. Hank had some objections.
Hank saw Steven hang up the phone and said to him: "Steven, let's go out."
The two came to the parking lot. Hank looked at Steven and said, "Tell me, what happened to Jimmy?"
Steven has thought about it in the past two days. Tom is dead and no one can identify him, so it doesn't matter. As long as he doesn't say anything prohibited: "Jimmy is the nephew of one of my seniors. He is indeed an FBI agent." , but this time I came here for a private matter, I just helped him investigate one person, and he brought the information here."
Hank shook his head: "What else? These are not enough."
Steven: "We will get Tim's information and his things, which should help us destroy part of Azite's power."
Hank frowned. He really couldn't believe what Steven said. He was sure that part of what Steven said was right, but what he hid was the most important.
Hank: "That's it?"
Steven nodded: "That's all."
Hank was confused and didn't want to force his partner too much, so he could only nod, "Let's go, let's go out for a walk."
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After get off work in the evening, Hank did not go home directly, but went to see Jimmy with Steven. They met at a coffee shop next to Jimmy's hotel. Jimmy arrived early, put his suitcase next to him, ordered coffee and waited for them.
When they arrived and ordered coffee, Steven looked at Jimmy: "How was it? Did it go well?"
Jimmy nodded, "Everything went well." He patted the suitcase, "This is a gift for you, thank you."
Steven smiled and said, "As long as it goes well. Are you going back to New York after this is over?"
Jimmy shook his head: "We have to wait, I have some other things to do, but it's very simple, just wait for someone. Don't worry about me. What about you? You have a lot of things to do here."
Steven glanced at Hank: "It's actually very good, it's just daily business."
Hank: "Jimmy, can we talk to Tim?"
Jimmy curled his lips, "I don't think you can see him for the time being. Someone is taking care of it. These should be enough for you."
Hank: "We have been chasing them, but there have been no detailed clues. Do you have any other clues?"
Jimmy: "You mean Atez?" Jimmy thought for a moment. Barrio, the boss of Atez whom the CIA wanted to deal with, didn't seem to ask to kill the people behind him. When he was in New York, the razor was given to Lu Yinzi. Provided a clue.
Jimmy: "Barrio, the boss of Azte, is not in the country. He seems to be in Mexico, but his location is uncertain. In addition, we also have some clues about their boss behind the scenes, named Bolsa, an old man, but there is no photo. By the way, this blog Elsa is in New Mexico, the exact location is still uncertain."
Hank nodded: "Thank you."
After chatting for a few more words, Hank and Steven got up and left, taking their suitcases with them.
Jimmy found a Mexican restaurant to fill his stomach and returned to the hotel. When it was almost early in the morning, Tony from CIA called Jimmy and made an appointment to meet him the next day.
Early in the morning, Tony came and knocked on the door. Jimmy opened the door and welcomed him in.
Tony: "The matter has been dealt with. It won't have any impact on you."
Jimmy: "Have the bodies and the car been cleared?"
Tony: "Yes, you can rest assured."
Jimmy: "Okay, how long will it take to get Barrio's information?"
Tony: "A few days should be enough. We had some information before, but it's a bit old and needs to be verified."
Jimmy: "No problem, remember to prepare the route and supplies for me in advance. I'll be waiting here for the next few days."
Tony: "No problem." After saying that, Tony turned around and left Jimmy's room.
With nothing to do, Jimmy no longer has any specific tasks, and has complete control over his time. After thinking about it, he decided to practice boxing. After learning it once, he found it quite interesting.
There are many boxing clubs. Jimmy did not go to the one near Hank's house, but found one directly in the city center. After all, it was just a temporary study, so it was not a big problem.
After learning boxing for two days and experiencing the training of basic skills, the rest is more practice. Jimmy himself has fighting experience, and he is not a novice when it comes to sports training, so it is relatively easy to accept it, and even more What's more, he has a very strong learning ability, at least he has no problem simulating movements.
Of course, good things always come in pairs. During this period, Jimmy was bored after learning boxing. He unexpectedly received an invitation from Hank to watch them raid a drug manufacturing den and experience the DEA's actions.
In fact, Jimmy had no idea why Hank called him here. This raid mission seemed ordinary and nothing special.
A DEA tactical team surrounded a residential house from front to back. After confirming on the walkie-talkie that everyone was in position, they broke the lock with a shotgun and entered the house in a surprise attack.
It looks no different from the FBI's SRT or SWAT. The only difference is that all the assault teams entering are wearing masks.
Jimmy: "Steven, why do they have to wear masks?"
Steven glanced at Hank, then turned to look at Jimmy in the back seat: "These people who make poison are not all very professional. Once an accident occurs, there will be a lot of poisonous gas inside, so the commando team will wear masks to go in. Wait After they confirm there is no problem, we will follow up and deal with it.”
Hank: "Another important point is that this can also avoid exposing your identity. Drug dealers are inhumane, and it is easy for accidents to happen if they are discovered."
Jimmy nodded: "Indeed, your job is more dangerous."
Hank: "What about you? What are you responsible for?"
Jimmy: "Homicide and terrorist attacks, such as explosions, hijackings, etc. Compared with you, the safety of my place is still guaranteed."
Hank and Steven were speechless, so they also arrested the drug dealers. Look at the explosions and hijackings Jimmy mentioned. The nature of these drugs was so bad.
Jimmy: "The FBI handles all kinds of things. It's not as professional as you. In my opinion, there's not much difference in things like drugs. It's easier to just kill the drug dealers."
Hank curled his lips, who didn't know how to just kill him and save the trouble? The problem is the various rules and regulations. As long as you still eat this bowl of rice, there is no way to avoid these rules and regulations.
Steven frowned a little. It could be seen that Jimmy and his uncle really came from the same line. Killing was nothing special to him. It seems that he said that he is an FBI, and his identity is fine, but he may also have CIA ancestry.
The "safety" voice came from the intercom, Hank: "Get off, let's get in."
