North America Gunman Detective

Chapter 1341 727: Long Time No See_2

Approaching the man with the handgun from behind, Jimmy picked up his pistol and reached into the man's pants pocket to find a magazine. Not bad—he could now sustain the fight through resources he gathered.

Not far away, in the packaging room, people were busy tidying up. Clearly, they intended to move. Jimmy scanned his surroundings, then dashed over directly. He couldn't just let them leave like that.

The area around the packaging room was sealed tight, leaving only one door, an iron one, with a small observation window. However, when Jimmy ran over, he discovered the door could only be opened from the inside, with a keyhole on the outside. Without a key, he could only wait for the people inside to open the door.

A bit troublesome, Jimmy backed up some distance and used the gun he had just picked up, firing two shots at the observation window. The glass shattered on impact—luckily, they weren't crazy enough to install bullet-proof glass.

Initially, he wanted to get closer and shoot through the window into the room, but the only guard inside hid in a corner when the glass shattered, pointing a rifle at the door. This position was out of Jimmy's line of sight.

Forget it, he decided to postpone for now. The two shots he fired earlier should delay them for a while. Jimmy turned and ran to another packaging room, assuming they'd be tidying up there to escape as well.

Along the way, Jimmy took down two road blockers and arrived at the packaging room just as the door opened. A man with a rifle, carrying a large bag, was exiting, glancing around, ready to leave.

Couldn't let him get away. As Jimmy ran, he fired shots, and by the time he reached the corpse, the six workers inside had already lain down on the floor, placing their hands on the back of their heads, obediently looking at the ground. Without needing Jimmy to say anything, they had already indicated their surrender and claimed they hadn't seen anything.

Jimmy wasn't interested in shooting these people—just workers, nothing more.

He took the backpack from the corpse, carried it, and returned to the vicinity of the previous room, crouching there, ignoring the gang members around who dared not close in on him. He planned to clear that room first.

Unfortunately, he hadn't brought grenades or shock bombs this time. If he had one, he could clear the entire closed room in one go.

While waiting, Jimmy left for a while to take down a person who had sneaked up to scout the situation. Finally, the room's door opened. Jimmy hid far away, allowing the first person to pass unharmed. He started shooting only when the third person emerged, taking him down.

Smart enough, the lead didn't come out himself but sent two powder packaging guys to check the situation. When the two left without hearing gunfire or seeing death, he came out with a backpack. Had Jimmy not been watching him continuously, he might have succeeded.

With these two bags of goods, Jimmy re-evaluated his plan. He carried the backpack to an abandoned room, placed the two bags there securely, then went out using his special ability to clean up several rifle-wielding gang members hiding in corners. Picking up two rifles and some magazines, he crouched in the shadows near the factory entrance to wait.

The two large bags of drugs weighed at least thirty kilograms—not a small amount. Aside from major drug barons shipping hundreds or thousands of kilos at a time, regular gangs would treat this as their lifeline. Victoria would surely send someone over. The only question was when they would come and who would come.

If it were a major target like Victoria, that'd be ideal. If it was just minor leaders, these items could serve as bait to stir up trouble. Maybe he'd gain some unexpected rewards. For now, he'd keep them, figuring out how to deal with them upon leaving—if worse comes to worst, he'd dump them into the sewer.

With time to spare, Jimmy started inspecting the two rifles and magazines, ejecting all the bullets for examination before reinstalling them to prevent any issues later.

Jimmy's guess was accurate—within half an hour, three cars approached from afar: two pickups and a sedan. They didn't stop in front of the factory but parked about tens of meters away. Eight people got out of the cars.

They quickly formed a push formation—three at the front, two splitting to the sides, two in the middle, and one at the rear. These people were obviously stronger than the gang members.

As they reached the factory entrance, they finally entered Jimmy's Heart Eye Vision range. This time, he saw clearly—they were essentially fitness enthusiasts by their physique—coordinated, not bulky muscles.

Each one wore a bullet-proof vest, holding not rifles like M4s or AKs, but submachine guns resembling MP5s or MP7s. It was hard to distinguish the model from shadows alone, but scopes were mounted, probably low-light scopes given the nighttime darkness of the surroundings. Hopefully, they weren't infrared, or Jimmy's position would be compromised.

They also carried handguns, though positioned differently—two had theirs inverted over their bullet-proof vests, while the others used leg holsters. By assessing their equipment and positioning, one could roughly judge them as professionals, possibly elite individuals from SWAT or military.

The two encircled in the middle were different—only carrying handguns. One was a tall, bald man, and the other a sturdy woman, seemingly no less than 180 cm tall. Though wearing a bullet-proof vest, her chest was bulging and her hair was long. They clearly differed from those around them.

"Check it out." The voice confirmed the person in the middle was indeed female, speaking in Spanish. Two out of the three leading group stepped out, inspecting the factory entrance and heading toward a dark patrol position Jimmy had cleaned up, where two gang members lay dead.

After checking, they returned to the entrance, reporting to the others: "Dead, a single shot, shooter is a pro."

"Pantera (Panther), check inside. Toro (Bull), you stay." Upon hearing the report, the woman in the middle immediately deployed her subordinates to inspect. The surrounding group quickly shifted formation—one person moved in front of the two for protection, while the other five entered the factory one after another to check inside.

The three outside were definitely the leaders. Jimmy could only see them with Heart Eye Vision, not directly, so he couldn't confirm whether the woman was Victoria. But based on the surrounding guards, she was definitely someone important.

Once all five entered the factory, Jimmy started moving backward from his hiding spot, reached the side wall, and leapt up, grabbing the wall top to climb over.

The three didn't relax vigilance just because others entered the factory. They moved to the wall edge, the lead holding a submachine gun on guard, while the other two didn't put away their handguns.

Jimmy quietly advanced along the wall corner, approaching them head-on, then circled around to their side rear, placing his rifle aside and taking out a silenced Glock, aiming at the lead's occipital area, firing a shot. "Don't move! Drop your guns!"

Jimmy's accuracy was unquestionable. The shot sent the lead forward, dropping instantly without struggling. The other two were about to react when they heard Jimmy's voice from the side, stopping them as they slowly raised their arms with guns held high.

"Drop your guns!"

Jimmy shot at the woman's handgun, causing it to fall to the ground due to the bullet's impact. He then quickly switched targets, firing at the man's handgun. For disarming, this method was faster than letting them drop their weapons voluntarily.

"Who are you? Who sent you?"

The two raised their hands. The woman looked toward Jimmy's position, asking calmly, "Who are you? Who sent you?"

Jimmy ignored her and turned to face the man behind her. This man looked familiar, though he shouldn't be here. "Long time no see, Seventeen."