Hank looks terrible, maybe because no one has co over at ho, so he has basically neglected himself. Of course, there's another possibility, as Steven said, that Hank's character has changed a bit after the injury.
Jimmy handed the flowers to Hank: "Hey, Hank, looks like you didn't lose to those assassins, right? How was it? Exciting?"
Hank "hahed," and casually flipped Jimmy a finger, "Don't say such callous things, I almost died here."
Jimmy: "Hahaha, as long as you're alive, there's hope for recovery. Don't overthink it. I've been ambushed many tis, and I'm still fine now. I brought you a gift, let's try it."
Jimmy opened the gift box directly, took out a lumbar cushion from it, "Recomnded by the physical therapist from the rehab center, it should help with your recovery."
This was bought by Jimmy from the rehab center, recomnded by therapy experts. It's very beneficial for people with mobility issues who need a wheelchair since the lower body can't exert force, and the lumbar spine bears a lot of extra pressure. A lumbar cushion that fits the body's lumbar curve is helpful for the spine.
Jimmy ca to Hank's side, helped him remove the pillow that was originally behind his back, put the lumbar cushion in place, then let Hank lean back to experience it, adjusting a bit according to the therapist's suggestion, "Wow, it's really much more comfortable than the pillow. Oh, give the pillow back; it's also nice to have it on top to lean against."
Hank twisted his upper body a bit to confirm the lumbar cushion was secured around his waist, and the pillow was padded behind him. He then looked at Jimmy and said: "Thanks, Jimmy. What's up with you?"
He pointed at his neck, Jimmy indeed had so scratches on his neck and face from previous injuries. They were all very shallow, estimated to recover in a day or two. Jimmy shrugged: "I was dealing with a case before, in the forest, got scratched by tree branches, it's nothing."
Hank: "Sit, it's been a while since anyone's co over, perfect to chat. Oh, want sothing to drink? You'll have to get it yourself from the fridge."
Jimmy said, while walking out: "Hey, but I'm the guest. What do you want to drink? Water? Milk? Milk might be better for you now."
Hank: "I have drinks here, thanks."
Although it's a bit odd to get your own drink when visiting for the first ti, there being only one bedridden tough guy at ho makes it understandable. However, Jimmy saw several empty beer bottles in the kitchen, Mary seems to be under a lot of pressure. These empty beer bottles definitely weren't drunk by Hank, since he's still a patient, Mary wouldn't let him drink.
Jimmy also grabbed a bottle of beer and returned to Hank's bedroom, pulled over a chair to sit next to Hank: "OK, Hank, what exactly happened? Why would xican assassins co after you?"
Hank smiled wryly: "I've thought about it for a long ti, really can't think of the reason, really, I've only spent a very short ti at the office in El Paso before quickly coming back, all the business handled was basically in Albuquerque."
Jimmy: "xican assassins might not necessarily be from xican gangs, maybe they were hired hitn? Did you crack so major case? Or did you offend soone?"
Hank shook his head: "Those are minor characters, shouldn't be, even if they wanted to find hitn like this, it would cost quite a bit, definitely not sothing small-ti thugs could manage."
Jimmy: "Not necessarily, based on my experience in New York, so minor characters often have an elephant hiding behind them, only that your attention is on the small characters, overlooking the threat of the behemoth behind them. What happened then?"
Hank sighed, "I'm still on suspension now. Before I was injured, I had just beaten a drug dealer, because of complaints, I got suspended, so at the ti of the incident I wasn't carrying a gun.
When attacked by assassins I had just co out of the supermarket, received a call in the parking lot, soone inside altered their voice with a voice changer, warned soone wanted to kill , after that, two assassins appeared.
They were both wearing bullet-proof vests, I drove and injured one, snatched a gun and shot the other, but it was blocked by the vest, then picked up the bullet dropped by the opponent, successfully counterattacked.
The one I injured later also died in the hospital, both had no identity records, can only deduce from their ethnicity and features that they're from xico, and their style surely isn't a gang hitman, must be assassins specializing in executions for gangs or drug dealers."
Jimmy frowned at Hank: "Wait, you only carry the gun provided by the departnt? No backup gun?"
Hank nodded sullenly, looking sowhat pale. Jimmy stood up and unbuttoned his suit, "That's not right, our profession deals with vicious criminals, how can you not carry a backup weapon?
Look at , I always ensure I have at least two guns on , along with a dagger for protection. I managed to successfully counterattack a five-person ambush before by relying on having plenty of weapons and strong firepower. Hank, although you have more work experience than , you're really too careless about your safety."
Steven, then? Does he carry backup weapons?"
Hank: "No, we generally only carry one handgun, rifles and shotguns are stored in the squad car."
Jimmy put away his weapons and sat down, "Seems like I need to call him later to remind him, you guys are too careless."
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