After Jimmy was transferred over, the pressure on Paul and his team greatly decreased. In just a matter of seconds, all three n across from them had already been nad by Jimmy.
The traffic at the intersection had completely collapsed. Civilians, seeing the gunfight start, had already abandoned their vehicles and fled the intersection. Now, besides Jimmy and his team, there were no ordinary people left at the intersection.
The situation had escalated. This wasn't like the villa area, where there weren't many people nearby, and the surrounding people could only hear the gunshots but couldn't see the gunfight. This was an intersection in New York, and the bustling traffic ant there were a lot of people at the intersection when the gunfight started.
After all the gunn had been killed, Paul and his team did not stand guard in place but instead split up left and right. They walked with their guns aid at the gunn's positions until confirming everyone was dead. Only then did they lower their guard and return to urgently rescue a colleague in the first ergency vehicle.
"Paul, what do we do now?" Jimmy retracted his revolver and looked at Paul.
Paul shook his head, "Wait a minute for ." He took out his phone and dialed a number. The police lights and sirens had already started in the periter of the intersection. NYPD patrol officers had arrived nearby, but their path was blocked by unattended vehicles. The police could not get through and were now rushing toward the intersection.
"NYPD, freeze, drop your weapons."
"Court Police." "FBI."
Jimmy and Paul spoke at the sa ti, confusing the arriving NYPD officers. The scene was a ss with the vehicles riddled with bullet holes. If not for being in New York, it might as well have been a battlefield. Several court police officers were in bullet-proof vests and fully ard. The only normal one was Jimmy, an FBI agent in a suit and without a bullet-proof vest, appearing less aggressive.
Jimmy left Paul to handle the communication. With the consent of NYPD, he returned to his car and walked around it once. "FXXK!" The side of his car had been punctured by several bullet holes. Luckily, the gunn's initial target was not him, so his car only got holes after he parked and got out, which led a few of them to switch their target to him.
The car was in no serious trouble, only needing so repairs for the bullet holes—a hassle to deal with administration again.
Under NYPD's direction, traffic at the intersection gradually began to ease. So vehicles' drivers never showed up, and their cars were pushed aside by NYPD to temporary parking.
Jimmy and Paul stood together waiting for the Court Police to send new vehicles. Their two cars, one crashed and the other broken down in the shootout, were out of use.
The best solution would have been for the on-site NYPD to arrange for a police car to take them away, but Paul refused. He didn't know if they would encounter similar situations later, so while waiting for the court vehicles, they were also waiting for new support to arrive.
As for Jimmy, he was caught up in collateral damage, with no choice but to stay on site and keep waiting.
Soon, his phone rang; it was Nia: "Jimmy, how are you? I just saw you on the news."
Jimmy: "Don't worry, I'm fine. All the gunn are dead. Now, I'm just waiting for a ride to the court, then this mission will be considered complete."
Nia: "Alright, call when it's over."
Jimmy: "Okay, don't worry. Goodbye."
Now was not the ti to be making calls. He had ntioned his mission to Nia just yesterday, so Nia did not press further. The difference between a police officer and an ordinary person was vast; a strong heart was essential.
When Nia ntioned she had seen him on the news, it seed the live video had already made it to breaking news. Indeed, more than a dozen people openly engaging in a gunfight on the street was extrely rare, even for New York. He wondered if the news broadcasted the end or the combat itself.
Damn, he had only been focused on taking out the gunn as quickly as possible, without any cover for his own actions. Jimmy was frantically thinking. This was probably the third fight that had been captured on video, and he was in trouble now. Although the previous two videos had explanations, this ti his shooting skills had fully exposed his greatest strength.
Naturally, most people wouldn't guess he had X-ray vision, but it was undeniable that he had killed all seven gunn. This could be confird once the autopsies were complete. There would likely be complications.
Soon, Hughes's call ca through, "Jimmy, how is it on your side?"
Jimmy: "No problem, just waiting for the court police to arrange a ride. We'll be able to leave the scene soon."
Hughes: "Understood, stay safe." With that, he hung up.
Jimmy ruefully put his phone back into his pocket. It seed Hughes had also seen the video. He seed too confident, not even bothering to exchange pleasantries, like arranging for SWAT support, asking if Jimmy needed anything. Even if he didn't, a word or two would have been comforting.
After they set off again, Jimmy and Paul's group successfully delivered Big Chin to the court. Jimmy's mission was completed, and he drove the bullet-riddled car back to the bureau.
He packed up his gear and went to the vehicle managent departnt to hand it over, while also requesting a spare vehicle. This battered car was to be refurbished and converted into a spare.
Reviews
All reviews (0)