North American Gunslinger Detective

493 Threat
Jimmy was still waiting where he was. Things couldn't be better today, and his off-duty time was naturally not fixed.He took out his mobile phone and called Nia. He planned to go to the game together at night, but now he had to cancel it.

Nia also understood what Jimmy meant after learning that Jimmy and the FBI had lost an agent. If it was NYPD, if such a thing happened, everyone's reaction would be the same.It's just that the NYPD has a large number of people. When something like this happens, the patrol cars gather immediately. At that time, there are basically not many police units. All the nearby police officers will gather to look for the murderer.

The FBI was at a disadvantage, especially when Ryan and the others were dealing with cases that were not publicized by the bureau, and no one knew when the shootout happened.

After waiting for a while, Lauren Taylor came over, "Jimmy, there is news."

Jimmy: "Fingerprints match?"

Taylor: "Three people have been matched, and there are still many fingerprints under investigation. I need to go back and get the information. Are you waiting here, or go back with me?"

Jimmy: "I'll wait here. Someone else will come later. Call me if I'm not around when you get back."

Taylor: "Okay, you are busy, I will go back first."

The cordon of this house is still there, and the detectives who investigated the scene have finished and all went back, leaving only two NYPD police officers here to temporarily guard the scene so as not to be destroyed.

The cordon can stop many people, but there will always be people who will cross the cordon to go inside the house, the scene will be damaged, or the contents will be taken away. This kind of thing is not uncommon.Therefore, in the short term, the police will assist in guarding the situation, and the police will not be removed until it is determined that there is no need to return to investigate the scene. Of course, the cordon still exists.

Jimmy went back to his car, where he waited for news from Ruiz.

The traffic environment in New York is completely unnecessary. Ruiz called and said that he had found some information, and it had been nearly an hour since he arrived at the place.

Ruiz parked behind Jimmy's car. There were not many Saabbans on the road, so Jimmy's car was quite conspicuous.Ruiz got out of the car, and the co-driver got off an Indian detective, Laziba Razi.

Jimmy: "Hey, Ruiz, Lacy. Lacy, why are you here with Ruiz?"

Lacy: "By the way, I live not far from 55th Street."

Jimmy nodded, "Ruiz, did you find out?"

Ruiz: "Well, this neighborhood is more complicated, it can barely be regarded as the territory of the Red Dragon Group, but it is not far from the black bandits next to it."

Jimmy: "Black bandits? It sounds like there are more black people?"

Ruiz: "There are quite a few, but the proportion of blacks is indeed higher on the side of the black bandits."

Jimmy: "Just them. Wait for a while and Taylor from the field will send the fingerprint matching information, just wait for a while."

Ruiz nodded, and Lacy spoke: "Sorry, brothers, I can't accompany you on this case, I need to go back to pack my luggage and prepare for a business trip."

Jimmy: "Don't say sorry, you go back, Lacy."

Lacy and the two shook hands and left. Jimmy asked Ruiz: "Lacy, I think it's from the wire fraud department?"

Ruiz: "Well, he is a special talent. He is a second-generation Indian. He was transferred last year. He is mainly involved in cases related to phone fraud."

Jimmy: "I seldom see him. If I don't have a little impression, I really can't name him."

Ruiz: "How is Ryan? I haven't seen him in the hospital yet."

Jimmy: "He's fine. He was shot in the right chest and abdomen. He should have hit his head on the ground or a step. He had a slight concussion. He's passed the critical period. The problem is not serious. Derek's luck is not very good. His heart I was shot. Our people don’t always wear bulletproof vests when they go out to handle cases, which is indeed a bit dangerous.”

Ruiz sighed, "We're not patrolmen, we can't go out in bulletproof vests every day."

Jimmy: "Be careful when handling cases in the future. You don't need to wear a suit, and you need to prepare a bulletproof vest."

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Taylor didn't come back until the evening, and handed it to Jimmy with a stack of papers, "Dakuan Johnson, 32 years old, has a lot of criminal records, the most recent being armed robbery, was released from prison last year, unemployed.

Malik Williams, 27 years old, has burglary, robbery and many other criminal records since he was a teenager. He has been in and out of prison many times and was released early this year.

The owner of this house is Maria Garcia, 35 years old, a New Yorker who lives in Washington DC with her boyfriend. The house is rented out by an intermediary, and the tenant is sure to be Malik Williams. "

Jimmy: "How can such people afford this kind of house? Are you kidding me? How could they have so much money? The rent of this kind of house is definitely not less than 3000 yuan. Even white-collar workers have to think carefully before renting this kind of house." Plant a house."

Taylor nodded: "I think so too. I have already arranged for someone to investigate the intermediary company after I got the information, and look at their files and Williams' rent payment situation, but it will take some time."

Jimmy: "There is definitely something wrong with these two people, and the intermediary company is definitely not clean. Judging from their information, the landlord will never agree to rent a house to them."

Ruiz: "There must be something on them, and it's a big thing."

Jimmy: "Let's go, this kind of person probably has something to do with the people around him. Taylor, do you want to be together?"

Taylor: "Sure, let's go."

Three people and three cars, this time Ruiz led the way, drove two streets, and stopped near a bar at an intersection.

After getting out of the car, the three of them gathered next to Ruiz's car, "This is a stronghold of the Red Dragon, and there is no location of their lair in the bureau's information."

Jimmy took a look. It was only 8 o'clock, and there were not many people in the bar. "Okay, here it is. You two put on your body armor."

Ruiz glanced at Jimmy and shook his head: "It's just an investigation now, not necessary."

Jimmy: "No, we just had a colleague die in the line of duty today, it's necessary, let's put it on."

Ruiz looked at Tyler: "Taylor?"

Taylor nodded: "Put them all on. Jimmy, you have to wear them too."

Jimmy took a deep breath and nodded. The three of them opened their cars to get their equipment bags, took off their suits and put on bulletproof vests. The FBI badge was hung directly around their necks. Jimmy changed a little more than the two of them, and he put on a black one. Disposable gloves.

The three changed their equipment, sorted out their weapons, and gathered together again. They glanced at each other, and Ruiz headed into the bar.The security at the entrance of the bar had already seen them when they gathered just now, and when they saw them put on body armor, they were in a bad mood and ran into the bar before they came over.

Ruiz stopped the bartender, "I'm looking for William the Cripple, let him come out."

The bartender looked at the three FBIs wearing bulletproof vests in front of him. He didn't show any resistance at all. He nodded and walked to the back office.

Jimmy could see the situation behind. The bartender turned and returned after saying a few words to one person, while the person who was sitting inside stood up and walked a few steps back and forth.He bent down to open the drawer of the desk, took out a pistol and stuck it in his back, stopped when he walked to the door of the office, thought for a while, took out the pistol and put it back in the drawer, tidied his clothes, Just opened the door and walked to the bar.

A middle-aged Caucasian man came out from behind. He seemed to have bad legs and feet. One leg must have been injured, and he was a little unsteady when walking.He walked over with a smile, and stretched out his hands in advance: "Welcome three detectives, I am William the Cripple. Please, let's talk inside."

Ruiz didn't offer a handshake or decline his invitation, and the three followed Cripple William to the back office.

There were only two armchairs, and Ruiz and Cripple William sat on them, and Jimmy and Tyler stood beside Ruiz.

Cripple William: "I don't know what to call the three?"

Ruiz: "FBI Anti-Mafia Team Ruiz, Cripple William, where's your boss Thiago?"

Cripple William: "He doesn't usually come here, Agent Ruiz, what's the matter?"

Ruiz: "Get him over here, now."

The crippled William turned his head to look at Jimmy and Taylor next to him. Both of their right hands were near the holster or directly on the handle of the gun, and they were wearing body armor, which obviously did not mean to have a good conversation.

Cripple William: "I don't know where he is."

Ruiz raised his hand and looked at his watch: "Call him, I'm only waiting for 10 minutes. Stop talking, start the timer now."

The smile on the cripple William's face was gone. He got up and walked behind the desk, picked up the mobile phone on the desk and dialed out.Just looking at the shape of his mobile phone, it must be an anonymous mobile phone, because Jimmy often uses this one, it is cheap, the shipment is large, and it is unremarkable. It seems that this cripple obviously belongs to the kind with a better brain.

He whispered a few words to the person on the phone, and of course told the situation of the three detectives, and then hung up, "He'll be right there."

The crippled William sat on his office chair, looked at Jimmy and the three of them, and didn't come closer. Of course, he didn't arrange to deliver drinks to the three of them. The four of them just sat and stood silently in the room.

Cripple William would look at his watch every once in a while, holding his mobile phone directly in his hand. As time passed, the number of times he looked at his watch increased significantly.

Finally, the door was pushed open, and a curly-haired white man walked in. The crippled William immediately stood up and called out "Boss", and then walked over.

The person who came reached out and shook hands with Ruiz who was sitting, and then sat on the armchair opposite, "Thiago Hernandez."

Ruiz: "Kirk Ruiz. Do you know why we're here?"

Thiago: "Yeah, for the record, it wasn't my people who did it."

Ruiz reached out to Taylor, and Taylor handed Ruiz the information in his hand. He took out two printed photos and handed them to Thiago: "Do you know them?"

Thiago took the photo and looked at it, then shook his head: "I have no impression, it's not my person, I just confirmed the contact, it wasn't our person who did it." He gave the photo to the crippled William beside him, "William, do you know him?"

The lame William took a look, "I don't know." Then he wanted to hand it to Ruiz.

Ruiz didn't answer, stood up and gave the information to Taylor, took out a business card and handed it to Thiago and said, "You guys better tell the truth. Give you one night, find them, and call me."

Thiago stood up: "I don't know them, this matter has nothing to do with us. Don't..." He couldn't continue, Jimmy had already pulled out the giant revolver and put it on his head.

Jimmy: "Find them, if you don't want to keep the lame company."

Ruiz threw his business card on the small round table in front of the sofa and turned to leave. Jimmy raised his gun and took two steps back, then closed his gun and turned to leave the office.

Back in the bar lobby, there were already a few fewer people drinking. It seemed that the three of them entered the bar just now and attracted the attention of some people. They slipped away during this time.

The three of them walked out of the bar without stopping, got into the car and continued on their way to the next destination.

Black bandits, you can tell by their names that they are not good people, and naturally their stronghold is not so obvious.The information in Ruiz's hands is quite good. Although there is no old nest, at least there is a record of the location of one of the restaurants.

This is not a big restaurant, but a small roadside restaurant. There are four tables at the entrance, a bar inside, a kitchen and a dressing room behind.

It's just that Jimmy can see more. There is a larger space behind the kitchen filled with people, which is completely different from the deserted restaurant in front.

It was still Ruiz who took the lead, and the three of them entered the restaurant, where there were only two people sitting at a table.

When the waiter saw someone coming in and walking towards the door, he stopped suddenly. There was no way, when three people wearing FBI bulletproof vests walked in, the sense of oppression was indeed a bit stronger.

Waiter: "Huan... welcome."

"Call Brian and Anthony out, now," Ruiz said to the waiter, and he sat down at one table, Jimmy and Tyler at another.

Jimmy said to the only table of guests: "Sorry, we are investigating a case, you leave first. Waiter, this table is mine, pay the bill."

The two guests didn't say anything when they saw this posture. Although they only ate half of it, the atmosphere here was completely unsuitable for eating. They picked up the bags next to them and left the restaurant.

How dare the waiter go to Jimmy to pay the bill now, she turned and walked to the bar, said something to the woman inside, the woman at the bar looked at Jimmy and the three of them, turned and walked to the back kitchen, opened a door behind and went in.It's hard to recognize people further inside, there are more than a dozen people inside, and Jimmy can no longer tell who the people who walked in from the bar are talking to.

There seemed to be a bit of commotion inside, and soon several people entered the next door from the side door. Jimmy watched them come to the next door through the wall, but did not come out.

Behind the kitchen, five people came to the kitchen together, but only two walked out of the kitchen, and the other three stayed in the kitchen with the two chefs.

Of the two people who came out, one was the woman at the front desk, and she returned to the cashier's position, and the other was a black guy, whose age could not be discerned, but he must not be very old. "Who are you?"

Ruiz: "FBI, who are you?"

Negro; "Anthony, Anthony Brooks."

Ruiz: "Anthony, are Dakouan Johnson and Malik Williams yours?"

Anthony froze for a moment, and said in a very bad tone: "I don't know you, you can leave, you have already affected the business of the restaurant."

(End of this chapter)