William looked at Jimmy, his expression changing as he smiled and answered, "OK, OK. That car was delivered the day before yesterday. We sprayed the company logo on it yesterday as they requested and left it on the side road for them to pick up."
Jimmy, "When are they coming to get it?"
William, "Not sure. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow. We just fulfill the custors' requests."
Jimmy, "OK. Give his na and contact information."
William, "I need to check on that, you guys wait a mont."
William turned and walked into the office, casually closing the door behind him, while the doorkeeper stood watching Jimmy and the others.
Harten didn't know what Jimmy had found out. He stepped back to Jimmy's side, tilted his head, and whispered, "What did you find?"
Jimmy, also eyeing the office interior, covered his mouth with his left hand and whispered back to Harten, "There's sothing off about him; he was nervous when he answered the questions. When he turned, I noticed sothing in his pocket—it looked like the shape of a handgun."
During their conversation, Jimmy's right hand didn't co to the front; he had been holding a revolver behind his back the whole ti. This movent was quite noticeable, and the William they had just spoken to must have seen it. Once inside the office, William imdiately closed the door, stood there considering for a mont, then took out a handgun from his pocket and signalled to the people inside. Jimmy saw them, ard, walking towards the door.
Jimmy couldn't hear anyone speaking inside, indicating either they were communicating with gestures, or the office was soundproofed so well that quiet conversations could not be heard from outside.
Looking at their gun handling—a shotgun, a handgun, and what seed to be a compact submachine gun like an MP5 or UZI, plus the handgun William had—these guys were heavily ard. It appeared they were not planning to play it off; they were ready to take down Jimmy and his companion on the spot.
Jimmy reached out and tugged on Harten's bulletproof vest, and they both stepped back. Next to Jimmy was the front door, and by Harten was a column that looked sturdy, typical for a repair shop and not so hollow decorative piece.
As Jimmy and Harten backed away, the man left to watch them seed to have an idea. He turned his back to the office, reached for the door beside him, opened it, and slipped inside the office.
"There's trouble, get down," Jimmy whispered. He and Harten each moved to take cover behind sothing, the office door opened, and the person with the submachine gun ca out first, firing straight at Jimmy's last position. The others ca out in sequence, their guns pointed toward the front door.
Jimmy didn't trust the walls here, so as soon as he got behind one, he crouched down. As soon as the gunfire started, Jimmy switched the revolver to his left hand and aid directly at the chest of the person with the shotgun from around the corner—he was the fastest to co into Jimmy's firing line.
During the earlier training with Roland, Jimmy's Heart Eye seed to have upgraded. Now, when he aid his gun, there was a clear white line indicating the trajectory. This toned-down near-distance X-ray vision aid now included a ballistics guide feature. Even with his left hand, Jimmy's aim was accurate, following the white line to the target was not a problem.
Harten also took cover behind the column, drew his Glock, and started suppressive fire from beside it. In fact, he couldn't see anyone, but he knew where the office door was and could only aim in the general direction to suppress the area; precise shooting was not possible.
Harten's suppressive fire was effective. A person erging from the door with a handgun was hit directly in the torso. Jimmy could see a figure collapsing to the side and then rolling on the ground.
After Jimmy took one person down, he didn't stop his attack. To avoid being shot through the wall, he rolled to the ground, using Heart Eye's ballistic guide to aim for the other two targets in his line of sight. After they were suppressed by Harten, they ran toward the side of the office door, giving Jimmy the opportunity to shoot. He emptied his cylinder at the two targets and then reloaded with six bullets he had taken off his gun belt earlier.
Of course, apart from the three shots that hit their mark upfront, the subsequent two shots intended for the other two targets did not hit as expected due to the wall's interference. That was a nuisance with Heart Eye's ballistics guide—focusing too intently on targets to the extent of overlooking walls that could be penetrated.
Out of the four gunn, only the initial one with the submachine gun was left standing. Since he hadn't moved much after exiting the door and was in Jimmy and Harten's blind spot, within a few seconds, three n were down, leaving him alone. His magazine was empty at that mont, and as he tried to reload, Jimmy pushed up with his upper body and kicked against the ground, darting out from behind the wall's cover, and fired two shots at the target, both in the torso.
The gunman with the submachine gun fell as Jimmy hit his mark. He hadn't managed to load the magazine he pulled from his belt; it dropped to the ground.
After emptying his magazine with suppressive fire, Harten started to reload, but by the ti he was done, Jimmy was already shouting, "Don't move, drop your weapons. Don't move, drop your weapons."
Harten looked at Jimmy, who was lying on the ground, his gun aid at the doorway, not firing anymore. Harten also didn't hear any shots coming from the other side. He cautiously peeked from behind the column, and lo and behold, all four gunn were on the ground, groaning. Apart from the one who had entered the room earlier and hadn't co out, the rest were all downed.
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