North America Gunman Detective

Chapter 1428 770: Black-on-Black Crime (Part 2)

Ten minutes later, a team of five people got out of the car. They quietly stuck to the wall, completely out of Jimmy's line of sight, looking as though they were about to take action.

Jimmy immediately picked up the two handguns he had chosen and put them in his pants pocket. The rest were already in the bag, which he planned to discard. Carrying the bag, he left the room and headed down the stairs.

When Jimmy reached the street, the people he saw earlier were already gone. He glanced at the apartment and saw two people lying in the freight corridor behind it. Whether they were killed or knocked out was still unclear. It seemed this was their route. Jimmy used Heart Eye Vision to scan upwards floor by floor, finally spotting several people in the elevator. They didn't go up to Mrs. Harriton's floor; instead, they got out two or three floors below and began climbing up the nearby fire stairs.

The operation was very professional, Jimmy thought to himself as he slowly walked over, stopping by the roadside to light a cigarette, leaning against the wall and looking upwards.

Mrs. Harriton's floor was the limit of Jimmy's Heart Eye Vision. The key was that it was an apartment building, and apart from normal wall partitions, there were household furniture and other items that seriously hindered his ability to identify the situation above. If he could rise into the air, he would be able to observe more, but now he could only gather limited information.

But he could still see fixed locations like stairways and elevators, so observing their initial movements wasn't a problem.

The group gathered in the stairwell, and after waiting for a while, they left, after which Jimmy couldn't see clearly. The most dreaded situation occurred—Jimmy knew a gunfight must have broken out upstairs because numerous rooms had their lights on, but just recently, several rooms suddenly went dark. Clearly, someone turned off the lights, but what are the odds that several would switch off simultaneously?

The only explanation was that after gunfire broke out upstairs, the people below were frightened and turned off their room lights for safety, then hid.

Moreover, this was a high-rise apartment, not a one- or two-story wooden house built on flat ground. Such high-rises use reinforced concrete frames; while decorative parts may be wooden, many locations ensure bullets won't penetrate, providing safety.

Jimmy definitely couldn't go up there, but he wasn't entirely without options. He circled around to a nearby alley, where an SUV was still parked. There was only one driver inside, who was looking up through the car window.

Jimmy quietly went to the back of the car, crouched by the driver's side, pressed his gun to the driver's head, and whispered, "Don't move. This is a robbery. Give me your wallet."

He wore a hoodie, gloves, and a black mask covering his face, and though he wasn't wearing sunglasses, he was well-protected. The driver was rather straightforward, saying, "Don't shoot!" while raising his hands on the steering wheel and then reaching into his inner pocket to pull out a wallet, "You can take the money, but leave the wallet."

Jimmy took the wallet with his left hand and struck the driver's head with the gun handle, causing the driver to slump onto the steering wheel with a "beep~." Jimmy checked the pulse and pushed him to the side, stopping the horn, preventing drawing much attention.

He measured his strike; the driver wasn't dead, just knocked out. Jimmy had used this method several times, and it worked well, provided not too much force was used, as it could cause problems.

Looking up at the building to ensure no one was coming down, Jimmy left the alley, drove his car out of the hotel parking, and waited nearby for the gunfight upstairs to end.

Mrs. Harriton only had five or six bodyguards, and she wasn't a combatant herself, so handling five intentional assailants was certainly challenging. However, Jimmy clearly underestimated the LAPD's response speed. Just after he parked, two police cars with flashing lights and sirens rushed over. They stopped in front of the apartment building but didn't go in, instead standing by the doors with guns aimed at the building, as quite a few people were already rushing out.

Four officers directed these people to go around from both sides without blocking their view and even helped some leave, but they did not enter the apartment, waiting for backup.

The fight upstairs should be over, but the people are completely out of sight since there were many people in the fire escape and elevator, making it impossible to identify them.

Soon, three people ran out of the stairwell, but not through the front door, instead heading to the back door. They should be Jimmy's targets. He started his car and drove around, losing sight of them after a few seconds but arriving at the path they were heading to in advance, soon spotting the SUV in front of him.

It seemed they cared about their teammates. Jimmy thought they would just toss the unconscious driver aside, which was part of his reasoning—to leave a reliable source for the police and potential FBI arrivals, but now they were taking the driver with them.

The SUV drove quickly, and Jimmy's old, second-hand car struggled to keep up, but he couldn't drive too fast, lest they notice him.

Several police cars with sirens and lights rushed past without paying attention to Jimmy or the SUV, likely heading to support the scene of the gunfight, which seemed considerable. It's unclear if anyone was accidentally injured.

As the SUV drove south, Jimmy grew anxious and decided to turn off his headlights, following behind. The streetlights here were not bright, and a light behind would make the trailing car obvious; better to follow in darkness. Finally, the car stopped in front of a seemingly abandoned building, and several people got out, glanced around, and supported a person into the building.

Jimmy parked behind, took the two prepared handguns from his pocket for protection, and climbed down to the building, entering through a broken window into a small room, then stealthily moved towards the stairs.

The people who entered earlier had reached the third floor; three were there, one sitting, and the other two standing by. They hadn't turned on the lights; at least when Jimmy approached, there was no visible light from above, only safety indicator lights on the roof to alert flying units of the building's height.

The earlier conversation wasn't clear, but when Jimmy reached the second floor, the conversation grew slightly louder: "We lost two brothers! Your information was wrong!"

Another person said, "No, our intel was accurate. She was indeed in that building, with the correct floor."

The first speaker said, "But she wasn't in that room; it was a trap."

"But you still completed the mission, didn't you? This is the mission—I only need the result. You complete the task, I pay, simple as that."

"Carl, calm down." A person beside him restrained a companion, seeming to cool the scene down.

"Looks like there are some smart ones among you. OK, you've completed the mission, so here's your reward. Well done." The person on the third floor took a box from under his seat and tossed it over; someone grabbed it, squatted down to open and inspect it, then nodded to those behind.

"Bang bang..." Those who thought the deal was done and they could leave never expected the other side would turn on them in a flash. Two standing by immediately aimed guns at the four approaching, fired continuously, and in an instant, all four were down.