North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 160 James' Network
Jimmy's contacts in various police departments are really good. He is not the kind of person arranged by the leader, but a contact made entirely by his own super strength. Each police department will generally give some face. Still need support.

Jimmy trained with SWAT for a while, and then left the training base. He couldn't stay here for a long time. The training base is a bit far from the urban area. If he supports, sometimes it will delay time.

After get off work, Jimmy went back to the police station. James was still there. James asked Jimmy to change his clothes and took him out of the police station.

Jimmy didn't drive today, but took James' car. As for the destination, it was the club where Jimmy met Tom a long time ago. There is no sign here, and it is obviously a private club, and it may not even be open to the public at all.

James took Jimmy into the club, and the guards outside opened the door without verifying their identities. It seems that James has come here a lot, and the guards here have a good memory.

When he came to the club last time, Jimmy was in a hurry and didn't observe the situation here at all. This time it was much more relaxed and he was in the mood to look around.

This is a 3-storey villa, and it occupies a large area from the outside. Jimmy enters through the front door. On one side of the hall is the service desk, and on the other side is a circular staircase leading to the second and third floors.

Jimmy opened his eyes, and he can only see the front part, and the structure of the deep room is completely invisible. As for the up and down, from Jimmy's current position, he can see that the upstairs room is scattered in twos and threes in each room. Looking at the dolls, they are basically talking or something.

This club is obviously a normal one, nothing dirty, at least Jimmy didn't see it.

Just when Jimmy got this initial impression, James took him up to the second floor, and after walking a while, Jimmy found a large room surrounded by a table. Well, this shape can basically be judged to be It's poker.

Fortunately, James' destination is not this room. Jimmy can't play Texas Hold'em at all. If you really let him sit down, it's purely food delivery.

James' goal was a small reception room, and there were already two people chatting on the sofa. James didn't knock on the door, but opened the door directly and entered the room, and Jimmy followed James in.

This is a relatively small reception room, about 30 square meters. There is a shelf against the wall, with some wine and a few boxes on it, and some cups in the cabinet below.There is a round table in the middle of the house, and three single sofas are placed in a triangle.

The two 6-70-year-olds seem to be older than James. Although their hair has turned gray, they are still relatively energetic.The two were smoking cigars and chatting when they were interrupted by the opening of the door.

James took Jimmy to the opposite side of the two, James sat on the remaining sofa, and Jimmy stood next to James as a younger brother.

James introduced them: "Dave, Walter, this is Jimmy, the best guy in the police department." Jimmy nodded to them, didn't speak, just stood with his hands crossed in front of his belly.

James looked to the person on the left, "Dave, I need your help."

Dave took a cigar from the cigar box on the table and handed it to James. James didn't continue talking, but started cutting the cigar.After he lit the cigar and took a puff, he continued to speak.

James: "Dave, I know you are retired, but I think you can still contact the people inside. I need to check the last location of 2 phone numbers, help me, I owe you one."

James' words were obviously too straightforward. I don't know if it was because of his impatience, but he didn't mean to be polite at all.

Dave looked up at Jimmy, then at James, who nodded.

Dave: "Well, give me the number."

James turned to look at Jimmy. Jimmy took out a pen and paper from his pocket and wrote down two numbers. One was the number recorded in his own mobile phone, and the other was the number on the Tom card that James had given him.When he knew that James was going to check these two calls early this morning, he had already memorized the phone numbers.

After Jimmy finished writing, he folded it and handed it to James. James didn't read the content on the note, and directly handed it to Dave.

Dave opened it and took a look, put it in his suit pocket, then took out a card case from another pocket, found a business card from it and gave it to James. "Contact him tomorrow."

James was obviously relieved. He held up his business card and handed it to Jimmy, and said to Jimmy without looking back, "Jimmy, you can go back."

Jimmy took the business card, turned and left the reception room.

Obviously these two are big bosses, and Jimmy is not qualified to sit and chat with them. It is already a great help for James to bring him here to meet these two. If possible in the future, it is not ruled out that he may inherit Part of James' connections.

Jimmy walked out the door of the reception room, put his business card in his pocket, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked slowly to the club lobby.

He was brought here by James. He didn't drive his own car, so he could only ask the staff at the service desk to call and book a taxi.

Jimmy took a taxi back to the county police headquarters. Instead of driving home, he returned to his station and took out the business card to look at it.

Well, the very familiar icon, the round logo of the FBI, although it only has a name and a phone number, it can be regarded as knowing the basics.

Jimmy took the underarm holster and the gun out of the drawer and put them on before going home.When he went to the club before, James specifically told him not to bring a weapon, so Jimmy followed James over empty-handed.Without a gun on your body, you really lack a sense of security.

Jimmy was driving home, and unfortunately encountered a flat tire on the road. While changing the tire, Jimmy couldn't help but think, something is wrong. This is the first time driving a car with a flat tire like this in more than a year. It's coming.

Jimmy changed the tire, cleaned the dust, got up and drove home.

The next day, Jimmy came to the police station to sign in. At noon, he called the number on his business card. The call was connected quickly, and a man's voice came from the opposite side, "Who are you?"

Jimmy: "I'm looking for Pete, I want to get a copy of the material."

Pete: "3 p.m. in the parking lot of the FBI Little Rock office." Then he hung up.

Jimmy is speechless, do you guys have no other places if you don't choose the parking lot?One by one, everything has to do with the parking lot.

But it’s normal. Little Rock is different from other bustling state capitals. It’s really sparsely populated. The buildings in the downtown area all have a super large ground parking lot. There is absolutely no monitoring or anything like that in such a place. At most, there is a surveillance camera watching a large area from a distance, and it is impossible to record the voice of the conversation.

(End of this chapter)