North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 772 Next Target

Mrs. Harriton's attention has always been on the insiders, including the previous news that someone was trying to harm her, which was also inside information, so she gave Jimmy a series of information such as shareholders and heads of subsidiary companies. Now the reasons given by Jimmy have made her a little shaken. Maybe it is really possible that someone else did it?
But this was not something that could be recalled casually. After all, she was not very familiar with what Mr. Hareton had done before. After thinking for a while, Mrs. Hareton said, "I understand, Agent Yang. I think I need some time to confirm it. I will arrange for Sebastian to contact you later."

Jimmy nodded, stood up and shook hands with Mrs. Hareton. "Then I will wait for the news. I hope you can understand that I am on your side now. I hope you will not have any accidents more than anyone else. Goodbye, Mrs. Hareton."

Jimmy was not interested in talking too much with Mrs. Hareton. As long as he could get the lead, based on what she had encountered so far, it would be enough for her and the people around her to come up with many reasonable guesses, which would be much more useful than Jimmy saying it himself.

Jimmy left the apartment building accompanied by bodyguards and got into the car and left.

Mrs. Hareton had at least six bodyguards, but only three of them were visible. One took Jimmy upstairs, and two protected him closely. But in the next room, Jimmy could see three men standing by the door, two of whom had drawn their pistols, probably to prevent Jimmy from doing something.

This also proved that Mrs. Hareton and her bodyguards were in a state of great nervousness. If he gave them a trigger and tore a small hole in the nervous mood, perhaps they would give Jimmy a surprise soon.

Jimmy drove past a mobile phone store, bought a prepaid phone and returned to the car. He contacted Charon at the hotel, looking for an intelligence dealer who could provide him with mobile phone location information. Of course, it was not a one-time transaction, and he might contact the dealer at any time in the near future to investigate the location information.

Charon was reliable after all. He neither refused nor agreed on the phone. But just over ten minutes later, he received a text message on his newly purchased prepaid mobile phone with a nickname and a phone number.

Jimmy drove out of the city, found a quiet place to park, and dialed the number, "Nutria, I need some information."

Nutria's voice was a little nervous. "Who are you? How did you get my number?"

Jimmy: “Hotel.”

The nutria's tone became more soothing, "OK, you know the rules, right?"

Jimmy: "Just some cell phone location information. They are just ordinary people."

Nutria: "OK, go ahead."

Jimmy: "I'll send you a message, send me the coordinates."

Nutria: "Don't be too early. I may not be awake yet. Goodbye."

Jimmy hung up the phone. He was not interested in knowing who this nutria was, but judging from his voice, he should be young and might be a hacker on some wanted list. There were many such people in the United States. There were even many marked suspects in the FBI files that Jimmy had checked before. Most of these people would be monitored by the FBI, and someone would conduct regular patrols to confirm their whereabouts.

But the FBI is not God, it is impossible for them to keep an eye on everyone. There are many capable people, and of course there is nothing wrong with providing intelligence to the hotel, but no one can completely control these people.

But this is good news for Jimmy. It is broad daylight now, so there is no need for him to act now. The positions of these people will definitely change, and he cannot follow them in broad daylight as it will be too easy to be exposed.

But he still had to prepare. Jimmy bought a set of old clothes, parked the car in the hotel parking lot, changed his clothes after leaving, prepared the car, and then waited until night to drive to south Los Angeles.

This is a chaotic area in Los Angeles, and it is also an area full of gangs. For Jimmy, these places are the supply bases for supplies. Besides gangsters, no one will call the police to intervene, unless Jimmy is unlucky.

Jimmy parked the car on an unlit side road, got out of the car in casual clothes, pulled up his hood and put on gloves, and strolled on the road with his hands in his pockets.

Although it was very chaotic here, there were no easy opportunities. Jimmy chose a small road and took a walk before finally coming back with three pistols in his pockets. However, these bastards didn't have spare magazines or spare bullets, so Jimmy had to keep all three guns to avoid any accidents.

Back in the car, Jimmy sent several written down mobile phone numbers to Beaver Rat. For such internet-addicted teenagers, nighttime is their normal activity time, so Jimmy received a text message reply ten minutes later, which only contained some GPS coordinates.

These coordinates should correspond to the mobile phone numbers he sent, so it is easy for Jimmy to determine everyone's location. All he has to do now is let them enjoy the thrill.

With the GPS positioning, Jimmy returned to the hotel and used the computer to check the location of everyone. He could only choose the most critical person, the second largest shareholder Lester. This person should be the one with the most motivation to kill Mrs. Hareton. Since Mrs. Hareton was threatened with a gun, it would be unreasonable for the second largest shareholder not to do something.

Jimmy quietly went down the fire escape to the basement of the hotel, which was the kitchen and warehouse area. As long as he left through the emergency escape, he could leave the hotel without anyone noticing, and no surveillance camera could capture him.

Driving the car prepared in advance, Jimmy soon arrived at Lester's safe house. This is a large residential area in the eastern suburbs of Los Angeles. Of course, it is not a rich area. The advantage for Jimmy is that there are relatively few people like the police. The disadvantage is that there are three houses before and after the GPS coordinates, and he has not yet located which one it is.

Jimmy had no choice but to put on a hood, use sunglasses, a black mask, and put on gloves to disguise himself as a black man. At least his skin would not be visible from outside, and even if someone saw his silhouette from a distance, they would definitely make a mistake.

He approached a house from the side. Two people inside were watching TV in the living room, and another was sitting in a room, staring at the computer monitor in front of him.

Jimmy bent down and came to the window, secretly peeked out, and the man and woman in the living room were totally unfamiliar to him. He walked to the side and saw the person playing on the computer in the room was also a young man, whom he had never seen before. It seemed that this was just an ordinary family.

With no luck, Jimmy went to the second house again and did the same check, except that he couldn't see clearly from the window where the other person was.

Jimmy had no choice but to try to climb the house. There was a skylight above the room, and he should be able to see the front from the skylight. But just as he grabbed the eaves and climbed up, someone on the opposite side suddenly shouted loudly, "Who's there?" At the same time, the lights outside lit up.

FK, Jimmy cursed, jumped down from the house immediately, ran along the street for a while, turned to the side road, turned around, returned to his car and left.

Jimmy slapped the steering wheel. He was sure that the other party didn't see him, but he obviously underestimated the neighborhood relationship. Someone on the opposite side saw him climbing on the roof and immediately shouted that this was something he didn't expect. After all, many people he had come into contact with before would not say anything even if they saw this situation. It is normal to stay out of things that do not concern you.

Lester was in the third house, and they had no idea Jimmy would come looking for them, but the noise outside certainly alarmed them.

Lester asked the bodyguard to go out and check. The bodyguard woke up another person and asked him to keep an eye on the house. He opened the door and went out to find out the news. When he learned that someone had climbed onto the roof when there was someone else in the room, he realized something was wrong and immediately returned to the house to tell Lester about the situation.

Lester slammed his fist on the table. He was sure that the other party was looking for him, but he didn't know his exact location, only a rough idea, so he tried to find out who was in the room, which led to him climbing onto the roof. If he hadn't been discovered by the neighbor opposite, the other party might have already reached the outside of his house.

Lester rubbed his hand which was sore from being hit by the table. The two bodyguards were also surprised and were waiting for Lester's arrangements.

Lester: "It's not safe here anymore. Let's retreat now."

Bodyguard: "The other party has already run away. Will he be waiting outside for us to leave?"

Lester: "We can't worry about that. This place has been alarmed. They will definitely call the police. We still have a chance to escape while there is chaos now."

After all, bodyguards are not the ones who make decisions. Now that Lester has said so, the right thing to do is to pack up and leave as soon as possible.

The two bodyguards packed up their things, and Lester went back to his room to organize his things. The three of them got into a black SUV and left the community.

Lester was almost certain that the other party was looking for him, so his previous guess that Mrs. Hareton would attack him was now certain. He sat in the back seat, gritting his teeth, staring at the scenery passing by outside the window.

He had never thought of making Mrs. Hareton disappear before, and he was hiding only to avoid any accidents. Now it seems that he had thought too highly of Mrs. Hareton. If she could kill Pete, she could naturally kill him as well. Passive waiting was never a good thing. If he really waited until Mrs. Hareton's people confirmed his position, he might not even have a chance to fight back.

Lester is a businessman. Even if he did a lot of illegal things, they were all business means. He has no connection with the underworld. Even if he wanted to hire someone to do something, he didn't know the channel.

After thinking for a long time, when he was about to arrive at his other safe house, Lester said to the bodyguard in front of him: "Benjamin, if I want to find someone to do something, do you have a channel?"

The bodyguard on the co-pilot's seat turned to look at Lester: "What's the matter?"

Lester: "I want to fight back."

Bodyguard Benjamin exchanged glances with the bodyguard driving the car, then looked at Lester: "You know, we are from a security company, not killers."

Lester took the bag aside, took out some money from it, and swung it in front of Benjamin: "You have followed me for several years. Believe me, I will not let you work in vain. Help me find a reliable one."

Benjamin looked at the money Lester put in front of him, struggled for a moment, and reached out to take the money. He looked at the driver and said, "Take me to the Knights Club first."

The driver turned his head and looked at Benjamin: "Now? The boss may not be out of danger."

Benjamin: "We just left the previous safe house and haven't reached our destination yet. Even if they were following us, they couldn't be that fast."

The driver nodded, "OK, be careful." They turned around at the intersection ahead to change their destination and soon arrived in front of a five-story building. Benjamin glanced at Lester, nodded to him, opened the door and got out of the car.

The driver immediately started the car and headed for the safe house. As for Benjamin, he would come over.
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Jimmy drove all the way to the south. He did not reveal his identity the entire time, including in the car. Now that he has arrived in the south, he is safe because there is little surveillance here. The key is that he can also purchase some supplies here and replenish his inventory.

The thugs in the South District were in trouble. To Jimmy, who temporarily gave up his agent duties and just wanted to make purchases, these people were like mobile storage boxes. They robbed two small thugs in a row, and then took some things from an underground casino that they observed with their mind's vision, and then left immediately.

He did not kill anyone, he just shot and injured a few people. These people were not guilty enough to be massacred by him, so there was no need to be so cruel.

After cleaning up everything, Jimmy returned to the hotel room, called the hotel to send some food, and added some witnesses to ensure that his alibi was perfect, so that he would not be afraid of anyone tracing him later.

After giving the tip, Jimmy put the plate on the table and ate while reviewing his actions that night. Although he did not find Lester's house, the GPS positioning confirmed that he must be there. Everyone around was alarmed, so Lester must have got the news. From his current state, it can be basically confirmed that the other party must be a frightened bird, and he will definitely move at the slightest sign of trouble. If you want to determine his next location, just wait until tomorrow to check. If the other party is still in the original location, then he is too careless.

As for himself, after reviewing everything, he was sure that he did not leave any bad clues along the way. The only thing that could be tracked was the car, and for safety reasons, Jimmy removed the license plate shortly after leaving the parking lot. When he came to the South District, it was impossible for others to continue tracking the car. After all, it was not a car with a clear special paint job like the Pink Leprechaun.

As for robbery, it would definitely not be a problem for someone as careful as themselves. They would never call the police to ask them to conduct a detailed investigation of the scene. That was a gang stronghold, and calling the police would only bring trouble to themselves.

After combing his hair, Jimmy had a midnight snack, washed up, turned on the TV, and rested while drinking beer. He felt no pressure at all.

(End of this chapter)