North America Gunman Detective

Chapter 1330 - 722: Unexpected Incident

This is troublesome, there are so many people here, how can he quietly eliminate the target? This operation is not like attacking a drug dealer's lair, where people can be taken out freely. In this house, that's certainly not possible; it would cause big trouble.

Jimmy pushed his motorcycle behind a cluster of bushes and laid it down, so even if someone passed by, they wouldn't easily spot the motorcycle. This was Jimmy's escape route and couldn't be casually messed with.

After carefully checking his gear, putting on gloves and a riding scarf, Jimmy sprinted toward the target house from the nearby mountain path. He could determine the location mainly because Steven provided the address with a street number. Although he hadn't actually seen it, he'd quickly identified the pattern by observing the surrounding house numbers on his way here, ensuring he wouldn't find the wrong place.

This time, he still needed to enter from the side, crossing the greenery serving as the wall. Jimmy first crouched in a corner, confirmed the people inside weren't watching the outside, and then quickly entered, sticking to the wall.

Six people were having a wild party inside. Looking through the window, Jimmy immediately spotted the man on the sofa passionately kissing the woman sitting on him, his hands not behaving. The woman's clothes were in disarray. The guy's side profile matched the man in Jimmy's surveillance footage, his hairstyle was also spot on. Apparently, after leaving the FBI office, he didn't reform. Just escaping danger, he indulged in revelry, incredibly relaxed.

Two people were gaming in front of the television, slightly swaying side to side, clearly over the top. Meanwhile, two others were seemingly going wild—one was mumbling to a sofa pillow, while the other, matching the shooter's movements in the game, danced excitedly. It was this person Jimmy had just seen appearing near the window.

The coffee table and floor were messily strewn with objects, but the powder and bottles on the coffee table revealed what had transpired here. These people had probably been going wild for some time; many bottles on the coffee table and floor were already empty.

Having surveyed this chaotic scene, Jimmy was quite frustrated. Although the remaining people weren't exactly decent, their presence seriously impacted Jimmy's plan.

Leaving the window, Jimmy hid in the corner to re-strategize his plan. Killing the guy alone wasn't too difficult, but doing so without exposing himself with the others present was troublesome.

Jimmy's time was limited. Now, it seemed the best approach was to find a way to lure the target out of the living room, act swiftly, and leave immediately without alerting others. But figuring out how to distract the target without drawing attention required careful thought.

Before Jimmy could devise a plan, he suddenly heard phone music. Approaching the window ready to observe, light suddenly illuminated from behind. He immediately departed the window; a car quickly arrived at the entrance, and three people stepped out of the vehicle after entering the yard—one in a suit, two in casual clothes—directly entering the house.

The target stood up, embraced the suited person briefly, pushed the woman aside, and walked toward an adjacent room with him. Only, it seemed he'd drunk a lot; he appeared slightly unstable. The two casually dressed individuals unceremoniously seated themselves on the sofa, grabbed a bottle of beer from the table, opened it, and started drinking.

Luck was on his side; as long as they left the living room, it was an opportunity. Jimmy immediately observed their positions, circling from outside the house to the rear, standing outside the study window to listen.

They must have previously discussed something; the newcomer's first composed reply upon entering the study was, "Of course, everything's arranged. If you reach the airport, you can take off immediately."

Jimmy's target raised his voice, "Very well, what about the other side?"

"That's sorted too. Once you arrive, someone will take you to the resort; you can enjoy the Caribbean's ocean and beauties. Return after things here are settled."

"Smack," the target placed a briefcase onto the desk from beneath, "Nicely done, this is yours."

The newcomer approached the desk, opened the briefcase, removed two bundles of cash, took a long ultraviolet lamp from his pocket, and illuminated the paper money, flipping them over.

Jimmy's target impatiently slapped the desk, "What are you doing? Would I cheat you?"

"It's procedure, verification is necessary. Rest assured, I'll be quick."

Seeing the transaction unfold, Jimmy immediately realized the target intended to escape—and not through official channels for leisure travel. It appeared the departure was through private means; delays weren't an option.

Heading aside, after several attempts, he finally found a window that would open and climbed through directly. There were no discernible surveillance cameras in the room, facilitating Jimmy's operation.

Creeping up outside the study door, the cash verification was indeed swift, with a substantial amount already on the desk; it seemed set to conclude soon.

"When can I leave?"

"Depending on your choice, as early as 8 am today from Double Eagle Airport."

"Let's do that, you continue checking; I'll go relieve myself."

Jimmy immediately left the doorway; the target stumbled out of the study and walked to the adjacent restroom. He opened the door but didn't close it, pulling down his pants and starting to pee facing the toilet. Jimmy stood close behind; as he finished and prepared to turn, Jimmy immediately covered the target's nose and mouth, forcefully twisting his head, then slammed a fist into the back of his head.

Without putting the person down, Jimmy grabbed a bar of soap from the adjacent washstand, turned on the tap to wet it, then swiped nearby to let the target's hands get wet and soapy. He smeared soap on the floor, stepping the target's foot onto it and slipping, then heavily smashed him against the washstand edge, collapsing onto the floor.

Having completed everything, Jimmy immediately vacated the restroom area, departing the room via the original route and erasing traces near the window. He didn't escape immediately but returned to outside the study.

Inside, the individual had already finished counting the cash in the briefcase and was repacking it. After closing the briefcase, noticing the target hadn't returned, he carried the briefcase and left the study, heading toward the nearby restroom upon hearing running water.

Discovering the target's collapse, he approached, placed down the briefcase, and gave a slight push, then reached out to check, immediately straightening up.

Pacing back and forth for a while, he arrived at the living room's edge, set the briefcase down, gestured to his own men in the room, waited for them to join him, and discreetly conversed in the hallway beside the living room. Following this, the three drew handguns, equipped silencers, the low "bang bang" echoes followed, and the five people in the living room were all shot to death.

Jimmy was indeed taken aback; he intended to observe the subsequent actions, whether they'd contact 911 for emergency aid, impacting his follow-up responses. Unexpectedly, the counterparts were so decisive, directly eliminating all other witnesses at the scene.

The trio jointly dispatched those in the living room, then with guns in hand, split up to inspect each room. Jimmy considered the people were unwittingly implicated by his situation, though not directly by his hand, yet he bore substantial responsibility.

Once more climbing through the earlier window into the house, one individual seemingly intending to confirm Jimmy's target's demise approached, being ambushed by Jimmy from the side; grabbing his gun, Jimmy struck a fist to his head, knocking him to the ground, and additionally seized the gun.

"Bang," Jimmy shot him in the head, executing him on the spot, then proceeded down the corridor towards the other two.

There were no longer other people in the house, but they were unaware, so the remaining two were similarly separated, inspecting room by room. This provided Jimmy an advantage; catching them unawares, he continuously shot them down, eliminating all.

Gazing at the unfortunate five in the living room, Jimmy murmured, "Sorry, everyone. I've avenged you. I hope you rest in peace."

He picked up the briefcase their counterparts placed by the living room earlier, wiped the handgun cleanly, returned it to the first person he killed, then retraced his path, carefully eliminating traces near the window, departed the target house from the side, found the motorcycle, and left.