North America Gunman Detective

Chapter 1493 802: Gustavo Flynn_2

Jimmy sighed, there was no need to ask further, this kind of mess was probably just about office politics and departmental interests, nothing unusual to see.

Jimmy tossed the "Heisenberg" file aside, "Alright, let this guy stay in prison and behave himself."

Jimmy: "By the way, how did you guys get intelligence on these cases?"

Hank: "Some of it came from our informants, but most of it was from our own investigations."

Jimmy: "So after your incident, did you contact any of the old informants to check? Oh, wait, shouldn't ask you that. Gomez, how about you?"

Gomez was on a video call from his hospital bed, though he hadn't said much, he was present, not turning off the call since most of the topics didn't require his input, "Yes, there were quite a few informants. I checked with them afterward, but there were no results; they hadn't heard anything."

Jimmy nodded: "Just as I thought, even if this was orchestrated by their gang, they wouldn't let the informants know."

It was the first time Gomez had seen Hank in a while, and when addressing the topic, he shared Jimmy's earlier theory with Hank, suggesting that the tip-off might be a bigwig within the gang but not the one in power, possibly used by them.

Hank seemed perplexed as well; Jimmy's theory did have a certain logic, but they had no information on anyone like that within their network.

Jimmy: "Don't worry about it, it was just a guess at the time, we'll have chances to confirm it later. Right now, the most important thing is to understand how many drug-related gangs are there in Albuquerque, do you have any records on this?"

Hank nodded: "We have some documents, but they're incomplete. Some individuals are very well-hidden, like this Heisenberg."

Jimmy walked out of the meeting room and called over Miguel from outside, instructing him to gather the gang records. Miguel was one of Gomez's men, quite reliable, and had been called in to assist Jimmy for this task, likely to share in the success.

Hank: "There's one more thing, someone was killed a few days ago and we found a notebook at his home documenting a lot of drug-related content. The police suspect he was involved in drug manufacturing. However, this case is currently with the Albuquerque police. Tim, the guy you met at my house last time, he's in charge of solving the case."

Jimmy: "Drug-related? What about the documents?"

Hank: "They're at my house, but just photocopies."

Jimmy thought for a moment, "Bring them over and we'll take a look together. If he really was a drugmaker, he may have gotten caught up in a gang feud. Ordinarily, people wouldn't have bothered him. I also know a thing or two about murder cases, let's take a look together, although for now, let's not involve the police, they're too prone to leaks."

Hank nodded, wheeling himself to arrange someone to fetch the documents from his house.

In the afternoon, the office suddenly became lively. Hank turned his head to take a look, "Oh, our sponsors have arrived. Jimmy, want to try? The best fried chicken around here."

The "Fried Chicken Brothers" was a chain fast food brand, spread across the southwestern states, with fourteen stores in Albuquerque alone, known for its flavor and quality service. Jimmy had tried it before, and it was considered top-tier among burger fast-food types.

Hank introduced Jimmy to Fried Chicken Brothers, their owner Gustavo Flynn was a longtime sponsor of the DEA.

Yes, as a Federation Government agency, the DEA had sponsors. In fact, not just the DEA, other departments including the FBI had them too. Relying solely on federation funding made it hard for these agencies to grow big, but that's a vast topic not to be elaborated on here.

The Fried Chicken Brothers had an excellent reputation, not just with federal agencies, but with local government departments and schools, supporting public endeavors and events. Gustavo Flynn was a famous philanthropist and entrepreneur, frequently participating in philanthropy and community activities at his restaurants or elsewhere, offering free food to law enforcement or firefighters, known for his charitable image.

Footsteps sounded outside the meeting room, as a middle-aged African-American man led several employees in Fried Chicken Brothers uniforms, bringing several bags into the meeting room. The middle-aged man wore a neat suit, smiling amiably, exuding courtesy and charm.

Gus cheerfully said, "Good afternoon, everyone. You all work very hard, and I thought you might need some delicious food to replenish your energy."

Hank turned his wheelchair to face Gus: "This is really wonderful. Everyone, this is Gustavo Flynn, one of the best fried chicken owners in town, and a philanthropist. And this is Jimmy from the FBI, he's been helping us with the case recently."

Jimmy reached out to shake Gus's hand: "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Flynn. At times like these, some good food really lifts the spirit."

Gus: "Just call me Gus, it's my honor to serve the law enforcement agencies. Your work protects our community, contributing just a little bit is the least I can do."

Jimmy smiled, accepting a bag of food and casually placing it on the conference table, "Then we should be thanking you even more. By the way, what made you decide to do this? Sponsors of the DEA."

Gus: "Oh, I've always been concerned about our community's safety. I think providing some support is what I ought to do. You seem busy, is there anything I can assist with?"

Jimmy: "That's a great thought, we do need all the available help and resources we can get. But let's not, our cases are too dangerous, involving Mexico's drug cartels, we can't involve a philanthropist like you."

Gus: "Mexico's drug cartels? Very dangerous indeed, which is why I respect everything you do. As long as our community is safe, any risk is worthwhile. By the way, have you made any new discoveries in the case?"

Hank immediately interrupted the conversation, taking over: "Oh, we can't disclose investigation details, Gus. You know, standard procedure."

Gus nodded: "Of course, I fully understand. I just hope to help, as a concerned citizen."

Jimmy and Hank exchanged a glance, then quickly turned to Gus: "We appreciate your support and understanding, Gus. Now, we should focus on these delicious foods. Thank you once again."

Gus smiled, "You're welcome. Please enjoy! If you need any help, just let me know anytime."

Gus and his employees left the meeting room, Jimmy watched Gus's back until they exited the outer office, then turned to open a bag and laid out chicken pieces and burgers on the table.

Jimmy: "Hank, what do you know about this Gus?"

Hank: "Not much, he's a well-known figure in Albuquerque, are you planning to look into him?"

Jimmy: "Just a thought, it's too much of a coincidence, we just reopened the case and he's here with food..."

Hank: "Oh, no, he actually comes quite often, many people here receive coupons to his store and such."

Jimmy nodded: "Perhaps I'm overthinking it, I just felt he wanted to probe into our investigation progress earlier. Let's set it aside for now, oh, this fried chicken really is good, even better than what I've had in a Fried Chicken Brothers store."

Hank picked up a piece, dipping it in the special sauce up front, "Oh, the taste indeed is different, seems like they've developed some new fried chicken, maybe we should check out his store."

As Jimmy and the others enjoyed the fried chicken, Gus left the DEA office building, the smile on his face vanished, replaced by a serious expression, his eyes filled with calculation and contemplation.