North America Gunman Detective

Chapter 1271 695: Taking Action (Part 2)

The agent who responded earlier asked, "BJ? I have no impression. If you need, I can have someone check the records. By the way, I'm Vince, the head of the anti-gang unit."

Jimmy: "Oh, nice to meet you, Jimmy Yang from the Manhattan office. Please bring more people over, we're in a real hurry. Two agents from your office have been missing for four days now."

Vince nodded and said something to the agent beside him, who then turned and left the command center.

Jimmy: "About the case of the two missing agents, our informant mentioned they have three people, one of whom is this BJ. Just three people to kidnap two agents; these three must be the gang's operatives."

Vince: "We don't have many records of such people here, we'll need to really dig, but it might not yield much."

Vince gave Jimmy a very bad impression. He's encountered many senior and supervisory special agents; most are either stoic or very approachable. Vince, however, seemed far from the demeanor of a senior manager.

But the agents that came over later seemed decent. They found an office nearby, took four cases of records to the conference table, and began going through all the materials. Meanwhile, Vince made quite a few calls, but finding someone with only a nickname and some physical traits in such a large gang was indeed challenging.

Based on the areas where the agents went missing, the agents finally pinpointed a few gang hideouts that might house the person.

Jimmy glanced at the locations they provided and walked into the command center with the information: "Peter, these are a few possible spots given by the DC office. It's quite a lot."

Peter looked, noting they covered several districts in the south and west of DC; the range was quite large.

Peter glanced at the conference room beside him, where several agents were sorting through materials on the tabletop. "What's your plan?"

Jimmy: "We're racing against time right now."

Peter: "Can you handle it alone? So many places."

Jimmy: "You're giving me too much credit. This isn't New York; I'm not familiar with the terrain and locations. I can give it a try first, but I'll need some support personnel to interrogate them."

Peter: "I'll have Vince and his team move as well; pick one."

Jimmy glanced at the marked map and chose the spot closest to the previous gas station. "This one. I'll head out now."

Peter checked his watch: "Now? Then everyone's staying to work overtime. Go on, I'll arrange it."

Jimmy nodded, "Hope, let's go."

Hope had actually been there all along, just as if he were invisible, watching Jimmy investigate without much involvement. Jimmy had already regarded him as a surveillance camera, recording his investigations and casework. So Jimmy didn't deliberately avoid him, simply letting him tag along except during rest times.

They got into the car and headed to the first Tucker hideout in southern DC that Jimmy had chosen.

While driving, Hope asked, "Just the two of us? If this hideout is preserved in DC's records, it must be a pretty big one."

Jimmy glanced at Hope, "Scared?"

Hope: "No, just worried about uncontrollable situations cropping up."

Jimmy: "Relax, as long as they cooperate."

By the time they reached the vicinity of the hideout, it was already twilight past six, just the time when various gang-controlled hideouts start operations. They looked at the bar in front of them, with people already coming and going, though these folks didn't quite seem like decent types.

Jimmy: "Change into bullet-proof vests."

Hope nodded, and the two stayed in the car, taking off their suits to put on bullet-proof vests, checking their weapons before stepping out and heading towards the bar.

The bullet-proof vests significantly affected the fit of Jimmy's shoulder holster, previously snug but now stretching over the vest, with two revolvers sticking out, complemented by the Glock on his waistband. Their daunting presence effectively intimidated the passersby, especially with the yellow FBI lettering on the vests, instantly causing a stir at the bar's entrance.

As they reached the door, Jimmy said to the security guard nervously watching them, "FBI, where's Alicia?"

Security: "Sorry, I don't know..."

Jimmy punched him in the stomach, "Where's Alicia? Don't waste my time."

The guard bent over clutching his stomach, pushing his back against the wall behind him, "Inside."

Jimmy gave him a shove aside and pushed the door open to walk in himself. Hope, beside him, was shocked. Was this his way of questioning?

Jimmy entered the bar, seeing only a few people inside, and shouted, "FBI, I'm looking for Alicia, where is she?"

The two men sitting by the bar turned their heads to see two people in FBI bullet-proof vests approaching, immediately setting down their beer mugs and leaving the bar, leaving the bartender stunned and motionless.

Jimmy walked to the bar: "Where's Alicia?"

A burly man got up and walked over, standing between Jimmy and the bar, reaching out to push them aside, "Who are you? What do you want?"

This was the enforcer maintaining order in the bar, generally also a gang member. If it were a lesser underling, they'd likely be outside instead.

Jimmy: "FBI Senior Agent Jimmy Yang, bring Alicia out. I know she's in the back."

Jimmy casually rotated his shoulder where the burly man's push landed, revealing the two revolvers under his arm. The burly man stared at Jimmy without speaking, and Jimmy took a step forward. The man reflexively raised his hand to push against his shoulder again, but this time, Jimmy didn't back down. Instead, he grabbed the man's right hand, twisted it, kicked him in the shin, and then with a side twist and push, sent the man flying, toppling several chairs and a table.

With a loud crash, the person who hadn't joined the brawl was nearly hit. He probably was used to it as the folding knife in his hand suddenly sprang open, pointing at Jimmy. Quickly reacting to pull back, Jimmy didn't give him the chance, side kicking high and hitting his forearm, causing him to drop the knife, which stabbed upright into the floorboards, as he retreated clutching his arm.

Jimmy: "Hope, record this. Gang member with a knife threatening us, endangering our lives, we were forced to counterattack."

Hope: "Received, our lives are threatened, we can now use higher-level force to counter."

He drew his Glock and aimed it at the fallen tough guy and the man clutching his forearm.

His earlier words were essentially to coordinate with Jimmy, simultaneously warning those present. FBI agents don't need a reason to draw weapons when threatened, primarily for self-defense, letting those nearby know they could now fire.

Jimmy said to the bartender, "Now, I want to find Alicia."

The barkeepers in such places are usually the owner's trusted aides. Jimmy didn't pay attention to anyone else and focused on the bartender for this reason. The bartender straightforwardly put down his towel and glass, stepped away from the bar, and headed to the back.

Before long, a scantily dressed woman appeared, followed by the earlier bartender. She came up to Jimmy and the others, took a drag from her cigarette, and asked, "Who are you?"

Jimmy: "FBI Senior Agent Jimmy Yang, Alicia, tell me, where's someone you call BJ around here?"