North America Gunman Detective

Chapter 1484 - 798: Conspiracy

Hank looks terrible, maybe because no one has come over at home, so he has basically neglected himself. Of course, there's another possibility, as Steven said, that Hank's character has changed a bit after the injury.

Jimmy handed the flowers to Hank: "Hey, Hank, looks like you didn't lose to those assassins, right? How was it? Exciting?"

Hank "hahed," and casually flipped Jimmy a finger, "Don't say such callous things, I almost died here."

Jimmy: "Hahaha, as long as you're alive, there's hope for recovery. Don't overthink it. I've been ambushed many times, and I'm still fine now. I brought you a gift, let's try it."

Jimmy opened the gift box directly, took out a lumbar cushion from it, "Recommended by the physical therapist from the rehab center, it should help with your recovery."

This was bought by Jimmy from the rehab center, recommended by therapy experts. It's very beneficial for people with mobility issues who need a wheelchair since the lower body can't exert force, and the lumbar spine bears a lot of extra pressure. A lumbar cushion that fits the body's lumbar curve is helpful for the spine.

Jimmy came to Hank's side, helped him remove the pillow that was originally behind his back, put the lumbar cushion in place, then let Hank lean back to experience it, adjusting a bit according to the therapist's suggestion, "Wow, it's really much more comfortable than the pillow. Oh, give me the pillow back; it's also nice to have it on top to lean against."

Hank twisted his upper body a bit to confirm the lumbar cushion was secured around his waist, and the pillow was padded behind him. He then looked at Jimmy and said: "Thanks, Jimmy. What's up with you?"

He pointed at his neck, Jimmy indeed had some scratches on his neck and face from previous injuries. They were all very shallow, estimated to recover in a day or two. Jimmy shrugged: "I was dealing with a case before, in the forest, got scratched by tree branches, it's nothing."

Hank: "Sit, it's been a while since anyone's come over, perfect to chat. Oh, want something to drink? You'll have to get it yourself from the fridge."

Jimmy said, while walking out: "Hey, but I'm the guest. What do you want to drink? Water? Milk? Milk might be better for you now."

Hank: "I have drinks here, thanks."

Although it's a bit odd to get your own drink when visiting for the first time, there being only one bedridden tough guy at home makes it understandable. However, Jimmy saw several empty beer bottles in the kitchen, Mary seems to be under a lot of pressure. These empty beer bottles definitely weren't drunk by Hank, since he's still a patient, Mary wouldn't let him drink.

Jimmy also grabbed a bottle of beer and returned to Hank's bedroom, pulled over a chair to sit next to Hank: "OK, Hank, what exactly happened? Why would Mexican assassins come after you?"

Hank smiled wryly: "I've thought about it for a long time, really can't think of the reason, really, I've only spent a very short time at the office in El Paso before quickly coming back, all the business handled was basically in Albuquerque."

Jimmy: "Mexican assassins might not necessarily be from Mexican gangs, maybe they were hired hitmen? Did you crack some major case? Or did you offend someone?"

Hank shook his head: "Those are minor characters, shouldn't be, even if they wanted to find hitmen like this, it would cost quite a bit, definitely not something small-time thugs could manage."

Jimmy: "Not necessarily, based on my experience in New York, some minor characters often have an elephant hiding behind them, only that your attention is on the small characters, overlooking the threat of the behemoth behind them. What happened then?"

Hank sighed, "I'm still on suspension now. Before I was injured, I had just beaten a drug dealer, because of complaints, I got suspended, so at the time of the incident I wasn't carrying a gun.

When attacked by assassins I had just come out of the supermarket, received a call in the parking lot, someone inside altered their voice with a voice changer, warned me someone wanted to kill me, after that, two assassins appeared.

They were both wearing bullet-proof vests, I drove and injured one, snatched a gun and shot the other, but it was blocked by the vest, then picked up the bullet dropped by the opponent, successfully counterattacked.

The one I injured later also died in the hospital, both had no identity records, can only deduce from their ethnicity and features that they're from Mexico, and their style surely isn't a gang hitman, must be assassins specializing in executions for gangs or drug dealers."

Jimmy frowned at Hank: "Wait, you only carry the gun provided by the department? No backup gun?"

Hank nodded sullenly, looking somewhat pale. Jimmy stood up and unbuttoned his suit, "That's not right, our profession deals with vicious criminals, how can you not carry a backup weapon?

Look at me, I always ensure I have at least two guns on me, along with a dagger for protection. I managed to successfully counterattack a five-person ambush before by relying on having plenty of weapons and strong firepower. Hank, although you have more work experience than me, you're really too careless about your safety."

Steven, then? Does he carry backup weapons?"

Hank: "No, we generally only carry one handgun, rifles and shotguns are stored in the squad car."

Jimmy put away his weapons and sat down, "Seems like I need to call him later to remind him, you guys are too careless."