North America Gunman Detective

Chapter 1292 - 705: Dirty Cop?

In police stations across various cities in the United States, there is usually a group of middle-aged and older officers. They've been on the job for twenty or thirty years, and the entire city is fully mapped out in their minds. No matter where it is, they can tell you something related, even if it's not the latest intel, it's still much better than many younger officers.

It's the same in Kalin City Police Department. Sergeant was quite surprised to learn that Jimmy and his team came from Washington, D.C. to investigate a case involving human trafficking and the imprisonment and abuse of young girls. How could such a small city be tied to such a major case?

The Sergeant thought for a moment and didn't take them to the detective squad. Instead, he flipped through the contacts list on his desk and called an officer to come back.

About half an hour later, a corpulent officer with a young officer came to the Sergeant's office. "Ronald, what's up? I was in the middle of patrolling with a rookie."

Sergeant Ronald didn't care about his attitude at all. "Jack, these two are FBI agents from Washington, D.C., they're investigating a case, assist them. Agents, this is our most seasoned patrol officer, Jack Harrison. No matter where you're looking for in this city, he certainly knows it."

Fat Jack turned to look at Jimmy and his colleague, one Caucasian and one Asian, he extended his hand first to shake with Hope, then with Jimmy, "Welcome to Kalin City. How can I assist you?"

Hope spoke, "I'm Senior Agent David Hope with the FBI, and this is Senior Agent Jimmy Yang. We're looking for someone nicknamed 'Hammer,' or with the surname Hammer. Middle-aged Caucasian, very thin, approximately 185cm or above. Two years ago, he was bald, had a short beard, and a crow tattoo on his neck."

Jack frowned as he looked at Hope, "Is that all?"

Hope: "We only have his residence from two years ago, on Shirley Street, the house number is still unclear."

Jack shook his head, "The clues are too few, I can't recall anything for now. If there's nothing else, we'll continue patrolling. I need to give the rookie good familiarization."

Jack nodded to Sergeant Ronald and turned to leave the office.

Ronald seemed completely unfazed by Jack's attitude, as he got up and talked while heading to the door, "Alright, seems we'll have to find someone else, hold on a moment."

Ronald left the office to find someone outside, Jimmy whispered, "That Jack is problematic, we need to go after him."

Hope nodded, "Understood."

Jimmy: "You stay here and talk to them, I'll follow and check."

Jimmy, after speaking, got up, took the car keys from Hope, casually took out a pack of cigarettes and his phone from his pocket, pretending to go outside to make a call, so as not to appear awkward.

Jimmy was looking for the Jack who just left, but it's not easy, the people here can't compare to the NYPD, the obesity rate is a bit high, quite a few looked similar to that Jack.

Finally, as Jimmy was about to step out of the building, he spotted Jack and his new trainee in the parking lot, but Jimmy was some distance away and couldn't hear what they were saying for now.

Jack and the young officer were leaving together, they started the car and drove past Jimmy, who noted the license plate and police car number, then headed to the parking lot to follow them.

The police cars were quite recognizable, although Jimmy was a bit late getting out, he quickly caught up to Jack's car. After a few street turns, they stopped outside a café. The two got out of the car; the young officer went inside the café, while Jack stood by the street looking around, then turned to a nearby alleyway and took out his phone.

Jimmy followed behind, getting out of his car discreetly. He didn't alert Jack but stayed a little behind, barely able to hear what Jack was saying, "Skinny, is there someone called Crow over there?... What's his name?... Don't lie, don't dodge the topic, is he called Hammer?... I'm warning you, kid, you know who I am, don't do something you'll regret."

Jack's voice noticeably got louder with those last few words, it seemed the person on the other end wasn't cooperative. Jimmy stood against the wall listening to Jack's call, lighting a cigarette in the meantime, dressing sharply with sunglasses smoking on the roadside did indeed draw some attention.

Jack quickly finished his call, exited the alleyway, adjusted his duty belt, glanced around, and suddenly noticed Jimmy standing there.

Someone dressed like this in such a place, especially having seen two like this in the office earlier, it's impossible not to be surprised. Jack's hand originally on his belt now moved to the handle of his gun, Jimmy pulled open his suit revealing the revolver under his armpit, said, "Stop it, you're not drawing quicker than me."

Jack halted in that awkward posture, he was just a cop, facing a senior agent from FBI headquarters, he didn't dare risk it, especially seeing Jimmy's current manner, seemed particularly relaxed, the revolver in the armpit holster was either foolishness or absolute confidence, competing in marksmanship with FBI was really unrealistic.

Soon he released his hands, "Do I know you?"

Jimmy: "We just met at the police station... Seems you've remembered, so, Jack right, anything you'd like to say to me?"

Jack spread his hands, "I don't have anything to say, I'm going on patrol, goodbye... Hey, rookie, where's my coffee?"