"Another pet clinic, got it."
Jimmy was really speechless. Why did these people all like to go to pet clinics for dical treatnt? No, what he should be asking was, why did these underground doctors like to use pet clinics as a front?
At the back door of the clinic, Jimmy put the Agent down first, then parked his car not far in front, before he walked over. Watson had already received the ssage that soone had entered through the back door.
Jimmy looked around, but didn't find anyone on the ground. No, that wasn't right, Watson had said his man had failed, so they must have encountered each other, right? Looking inside the clinic, there was soone lying on a table that resembled an operating one, soone walking towards the back door, and a few others in another room, probably patients waiting their turn. As for the pets they were holding or leading, he didn't need to bother with them. After all, this was a pet clinic, and it was normal.
Just as Jimmy was about to knock on the door, the door opened from the inside. A person wearing a white doctor's coat ca out, with a mask and a hat, holding a bag of trash and another bag tucked under his arm, seemingly about to throw them out.
"Dr. Pierce?" Jimmy showed his credentials; the situation at the clinic had already been inford in advance by Command Center, and there was only one doctor here.
The doctor stopped, looked at Jimmy and the Agent, and after repeatedly confirming, nodded, "He's in the operating room."
The Agent heard this and imdiately drew his gun and went in, while Jimmy said, "Thank you, please wait here for a mont."
Jimmy turned to enter the clinic through the back door, but suddenly realized sothing wasn't right—this doctor... Jimmy instantly turned around, the bags of trash in Dr. Pierce's hands were already dropping, and at the sa ti, his hand was raised, preparing to strike Jimmy from behind.
"Smack," Jimmy raised his arm to block the doctor's punch. Thankfully, his reaction was quick enough to prevent a successful sneak attack.
Following the failed punch, the doctor quickly threw punch after punch with both hands toward Jimmy, moving forward to press him and restrict his range of motion.
Jimmy's reflexes were very quick, but his body wasn't fast enough to utilize that speed. He could only clinch his fists and use his forearms to block the doctor's rapid punches over and over, while stepping back, gradually entering the clinic through the back door.
"Thud," the doctor swung a hook, and Jimmy ducked, the punch hitting the wall directly. Jimmy finally had a chance to create so distance. For a combatant and boxer, close-combat fighting was too dangerous. If it wasn't for his gradually enhancing bodily reactions, the old him would have been down by now.
The doctor didn't stop just because his punch hit the wall; instead, he continued advancing, closing the distance for a hand-to-hand fight with Jimmy. By now, Jimmy's arms were in severe pain. Fortunately, the doctor seed to be sowhat weak, allowing Jimmy to barely fight back.
After taking a hit to his right shoulder, Jimmy's left fist punched Dr. Pierce in the right waist; as his right shoulder was hit and he was pushed back, he also took the opportunity to widen the gap. The doctor grunted, closed the distance with Jimmy again, who suffered a loss in this exchange. His right shoulder was in agony, his right arm no longer agile, relying just on his left hand to block, quickly taking two more hits, the critical one to his face, which left him stunned.
"Bang, bang," two gunshots rang out, and the doctor was pushed against the wall, falling down. Jimmy continued to retreat, collapsing onto the floor. The Agent who had gone to check the clinic finally returned, a good shot even in a fight, managing to hit the doctor accurately.
"Are you okay?" the Agent, aiming at the doctor, asked Jimmy, and then slowly approached the doctor.
"He's gone. The clinic doctor has been knocked out in the operating room; this guy was a Boxer." The Agent checked the doctor—shot in the side of the chest and the neck, now bleeding out heavily, the doctor was trying to stop the flow with his hand, but to no avail.
"Call an ambulance, and get one for too. Fuck, it hurts so much." Jimmy howled in pain while speaking, having taken so many punches at close range from a boxing expert was lethal.
The Agent looked at the miserable state of Jimmy and dialed on his phone.
"Find my earpiece, it probably fell off up ahead." Jimmy sat on the ground without any intention of getting up, his arms dangling, completely drained of strength, extrely painful, not to ntion the right side of his face that had taken a punch was starting to swell.
The Agent found Jimmy's Bluetooth earpiece on the floor and put it on his ear, "Command Center, do you read?"
"Command Center responding."
"The Boxer has been neutralized, send an ambulance imdiately, I'm also injured."
"Received."
Jimmy sighed. It had been so long since he last took such a beating, he couldn't even recall the last ti he ended up looking this wrecked.
The ambulance arrived quickly, as did the NYPD patrol cars. Jimmy had the Agent present his FBI credentials to assert his identity. NYPD secured the scene, the Boxer had beco a corpse, having lost too much blood. The Agent made no attempt to administer first aid, one ambulance took Jimmy to the hospital, while another accompanied by the Agent took the Boxer's body to the forensic doctor's office.
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