North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 162 The Prestige of the Butcher

Jimmy started to check from the bedroom, because there are not many things in the house, so he will count them out in a while.

Jimmy took his little notebook and pen out of his pocket and began to register his losses.

What was lost: A Smith & Wesson M686-1, a box of .375 Magnum bullets, a suit, some clothes, some change in the living room, mainly for small expenses, and beer in the refrigerator.

Damaged things: The door lock was broken, the TV was smashed into a hole, the lock of the cabinet was broken, and the things that were originally placed on the shelf and the cabinet were scattered all over the floor.

Jimmy gave the list to Chris, and Chris has contacted the forensics department to come over, and when they arrive to collect fingerprints, Jimmy can clean up the room.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong here, the two patrolmen greeted Jimmy and Chris and left.

The people from the forensics department arrived about half an hour later. They collected evidence from the doorknob to the cabinet, as well as the obvious shoe prints on the floor except for Jimmy and Chris's footprints. It took nearly an hour to finish their work.

When Chris and the forensics department left, Jimmy felt a pain in his head when he saw the messy room. When he first crossed over, he still kept the old habit of tidying up the room like an obsessive-compulsive disorder, and then gradually let it go. ego.

It has been nearly 2 years now, and he is now almost like an ordinary bachelor. Although the house is not usually messy, it is really not in the mood for him to tidy up so many messy things at night.

The door lock is broken. Jimmy just used a pole and a chair to hold the door. This can only prevent some gentlemen. If you really want to break into the door, you can't hold it like this, but Jimmy is not too worried. As long as he didn't sleep too hard, he would know when the door was opened.

Jimmy looked at the time, it was already 11 o'clock, come on, don't do anything, Jimmy tidied up the messed up sheets and quilts on the bed, went to wash, and then lay down directly.

Early the next morning, Jimmy called Kag directly. There were only two kinds of thieves who broke into the house, either gang members or lone wolves.

If it's a lone wolf, then there's nothing to say, just wait for the LRPD to investigate. If it's a gang, an old fritter like Karg must know which gang Jimmy's apartment belongs to, so go directly to them.

Jimmy didn't think he had any enemies, and those angry gangsters also complained to James through their relationships. If they really did this kind of breaking-in to themselves, it would really turn from a business to a personal enmity.

I believe that these people who can be big bosses know what it means for a violent policeman to become a personal enmity. As long as their brains are not flooded, they will never do such a thing.

Kag was really awesome, and directly reported a name and address.Jones, the boss of the 14th Street gang, Jimmy's apartment is in his sphere of influence, and Jones is usually in a bar on West 14th Street.

Knowing the name and address, Jimmy drove directly to the police station. There was a thief at home, so he needed to report this matter and ask for a leave of absence by the way.

When Amy learned the reason for Jimmy's leave, after a while, everyone in the police station knew everything.

Before Jimmy had time to drive away from the police station, James' call arrived, and he could only go back to Chief James.

James: "Jimmy, someone robbed your house?"

Jimmy nodded and said: "Yes, when I went back last night, I found that the door lock was broken, the house was turned into a mess, and the spare gun I kept at home was stolen. The rest doesn't matter, this is very troublesome."

James: "Do you have a goal?"

Jimmy: "Well, 14th Street Jones, I'm going to talk to him. If it wasn't his people who did it, then we can only wait for news from the LRPD."

James: "Well, go ahead, be careful. Call for backup if you need to."

Jimmy: "Okay, bye, Chief."

This is considered a report for Jimmy. If there is any accident this time, then I am sorry. I hope Jones will not let the butcher come forward to talk.

Jimmy drove to Jones' bar on West 14th Street, but he wasn't the first to come. Agent Chris was already at the door of the bar, but when Jimmy arrived, Chris was talking to a security guard at the door. Reese turned to leave.

As Chris was about to leave, he saw Jimmy get out of the car and he came over to say hello.

Chris: "Hey Jimmy, you're here too."

Jimmy: "Well, my side was stolen. I must talk to Jones first. Do you have any news from your side?"

Chris: "The fingerprints are still being analyzed. I also planned to talk to Jones first, but I didn't see Jones."

Jimmy: "He's not there?"

Chris: "Maybe, maybe not, I don't have a search warrant, so I can't force my way in."

Jimmy frowned, turned his head to look at the bar, and his mind was activated.Although it was morning, the arrival of Chris had alarmed the people inside. Jimmy could see three figures near the door of the bar, but he couldn't see them inside because of the distance.

"Bah." Jimmy spat and put his hand on the butt of the revolver under his arm. "Jones is not giving you face, maybe he needs to talk about it in a different way."

"Stop, Jimmy, calm down, calm down." Chris was about to break out in cold sweat when he saw Jimmy's movements.Although I have never cooperated with Jimmy, the legend of Jimmy has been passed down in LRPD for a long time.

Fuck, this nickname is really correct. Jimmy is not like a policeman at all. He would draw a gun casually. He is simply a reckless man.

Chris grabbed Jimmy's right arm, "Calm down, Jimmy, I know you're a little mad, but let me handle it, you have to trust me, I know them well. I'll handle it, you wait in the car first. "

Jimmy nodded, let go of his right hand holding the gun handle, and turned back to the car. He opened the door, sat in the driver's seat, and looked at the door of the bar.

Jimmy is really a little angry. If his registered gun is taken to do bad things, it will be troublesome. What's more troublesome is the other 92F. If he can't get it back, he must make sure that no one knows that the gun is his. .

Chris breathed a sigh of relief, he turned around and went back to the door of the bar, Jimmy didn't know what he said to the security guard, the security went straight in to find someone, and Chris waited at the door.

After a while, a middle-aged man with a bald head, white, wearing a sleeveless denim jacket came out from the inside, with dense tattoos on both arms.

Chris said a few words to him, Jones turned his head and glanced at Jimmy's car, then said a few more words to Chris, then turned and went back to the bar.

Chris came to Jimmy's car and gave Jimmy his right thumb.

"Jimmy, the title of butcher is really useful, just wait for news from Jones."

　I got the news today that there will be a wind vane recommendation next week. I'll see if I can add an update then.

　　


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