North America Gunman Detective

Chapter 1303 - 710: Selling Out Teammates

Jimmy threw Hammer in with the others and picked up the magazine he had just tossed on the ground. He only had these two Glock magazines on him, and he couldn't go buy a new one every time he fired a shot, so it was necessary to recover them. As for the bullets, there were plenty in the equipment bag in the car, so there was no need to worry about that.

Assessing the situation on the scene, Jimmy pondered for a moment and called Hope over. "Hope, you're in charge of this case. Don't let Salt Lake City steal it from us."

Hope: "I understand. What should I be careful about?"

Jimmy: "Investigate how many more people they've kidnapped. It's impossible for so many of them to make a living by just kidnapping one or two people. The key is they haven't asked the girl's parents for ransom, which means they're theoretically profiting from human trafficking. Got it?"

Hope thought for a moment and nodded. "Got it, I'll keep it under control."

Jimmy: "We have to give them some credit too. So, let them handle the investigation of their residences. If we get any intel on where they're hiding the girls, involve them in the rescue as well."

Hope nodded and, seeing Jimmy had nothing more to say, returned to the group to watch over them.

Jimmy really wanted to play hands-off boss. He deliberately didn't kill these people earlier to find out where they might be hiding the girls. Like he said, there's no way so many people could survive by just depending on one or two to make a living. They're doing this to make money. Without money, they'd be better off being petty criminals honestly.

To be honest, Jimmy really wanted to kill them. If it weren't for needing follow-up leads, at the very least, one should act like a human...

He looked at the ashtray on the table next to him, grabbed it directly, pulled a cigarette pack from his pocket, and lit one. Even though he was indoors, the bar wouldn't be open today anyway, and a bit of smoke smell shouldn't prompt any complaints.

The local police arrived quickly. Although the gunfire lasted only a few seconds, it was very intense. Even inside the bar, people nearby probably heard it. When Hope opened the door to look outside earlier, there were already onlookers, but they didn't come closer; they just watched from a distance.

Now, with the police on scene, Hope showed his credentials for verification and began setting up the scene for lockdown. Once the ambulances arrived, they took people straight to the hospital, each accompanied by a police officer, ensuring they wouldn't flee during treatment.

The agents from the Salt Lake City office and the forensic team arrived quickly. This case really counted as a major one. On their first day here, Jimmy and the others fired shots in a bar, wounding five. It was indeed a bit excessive.

They had mentally prepared themselves on the way over, but upon seeing the bar's condition and listening to Hope's recounting, they watched Jimmy, eyebrows twitching. This guy's still human?

What Jimmy did earlier wasn't particularly difficult, but his reaction speed and shooting accuracy were incredible. He unloaded an entire magazine, neutralizing all four targets, rendering them incapable of resisting. The key was all four were alive at the time, not dead. The fifth person was only shot in the thigh outside the back door, with no damage to the torso. Clearly, it was a deliberate act of control. In other words, if Jimmy wanted, those present would all be dead within a second or two of his bar entry.

Everyone here came from Quantico, and some had military service experience before. Achieving such results wasn't easy, and frankly, aside from Jimmy, no one else here could have done it.

The forensic team took charge of the site investigation, while Jimmy and the other agents all rushed to the hospital. Only then were the police officers guarding the suspects liberated to return.

But their timing wasn't great, as they received some bad news. Two severely injured suspects couldn't be saved, reducing the number of people they could interrogate.

The police force in Boise City was still a bit lacking. Many things were inconvenient for Jimmy and his team, but they had no choice but to make do. Jimmy arranged a rotation schedule so they could take turns guarding the place. Those resting temporarily booked hotel rooms to rest. Only once all surgeries were complete, ensuring no more danger, could they be transferred to the police station's interrogation room or directly taken back to Salt Lake City.

The forensic team's actions were swift. The scene inspection didn't take much time. They even went to the hospital to collect fingerprints from all the injured and deceased. By the next morning, Jimmy and his team received complete identification information for the five people. They also received good news: during the bar inspection, the forensic team found a large stash of individually packaged methamphetamine in a hidden compartment at the bar. This place wasn't just a gathering spot for the kidnappers; it was also a fixed distribution point.

This haul could directly land a few related bar individuals in jail for quite a while. Of course, it was their bad luck, as normally, no one would have searched the hidden compartment at the bar, which seemed like a particularly safe spot.

Salt Lake City agents, in conjunction with local police, raided and inspected several suspects' residences. Hammer was the only one without a local residential record, and no one knew where he lived until he spoke up.

Post-investigation of the others' residences didn't show anything majorly unusual, except one home had several bags of cash well-hidden behind a closet in a grip on the wall, specifically dug to hold items. As for weapons, each suspect had at least one or two handguns, mostly identified as Ghost Guns.