North America Gunman Detective

Chapter 1513 812: Laying the Cards on the Table (Part 2)

Walter was silent for a few seconds, then said, "I did only find out afterward, I don't know much more than anyone else, except that the one who survived the scene was killed by someone Gus arranged. I don't know how he arranged it, but the person died in the hospital that same day."

Jimmy: "What about Gale?"

Walter: "It was Victor's doing, one of Gus's men, and Gus has already killed him."

Jimmy thought for a moment, then asked, "How much money did you take from Gus?"

Walter: "I need to save some money for my family—their living expenses, tuition, and medical bills, before I die. My cancer has returned, and I'm undergoing chemotherapy and regular check-ups, I may not have much time left."

Jimmy looked at the frail Walter in front of him, a terminal cancer-stricken chemist, who was also Hank's brother-in-law. Such a person going to prison might not even make it to the trial date. He looked at Hank, "Hank, do you have anything to ask?"

Hank said in a low voice, "Walter, do Skye and the others know?"

Walter quickly replied, "No, no, they don't know at all, they just think I won it from gambling, including the money for the laundromat, all from gambling. I can't involve them; drug dealers are very ruthless, I can't put them in danger."

Hank: "You bastard, how dare you... it was always you. Last time you had someone call to say Mary was in trouble, making me miss that RV with Jesse Pinkman inside... how dare you do that?"

Jimmy: "Wait, the RV and Jesse Pinkman? Hank, what's going on?"

Hank: "I found that kid Jesse, tracked him to an abandoned junkyard, and found the RV they used for cooking meth. Jesse was inside, but then I got a call saying Mary was in trouble and being rushed to the hospital. I hurried back to find out it was a trick, and by the time I got back, the RV had been destroyed. Later, I beat up Jesse and got suspended..."

Realizing the situation, Jimmy looked at Walter. Only someone like Walter, who could precisely identify who Hank cared about most in such a situation and trick him into leaving, could think of such a method.

Walter: "I didn't intentionally set you up, I just wanted to save him without exposing the meth cooking. I had no idea what would happen afterward."

Hank: "Heisenberg... Heisenberg... you're such a liar, don't pretend you care about family, I'm also your family, you've deceived me for more than a year for outsiders, with so much happening..."

Hank couldn't continue, his eyes filled with murderous intent. Jimmy thought for a moment and said, "Walter, I can apply for a witness protection plan for you, but I need you to tell me everything and testify against Gus's group. Before we arrest them, I need you to stay in a concealed place under DEA protection."

Walter: "No, no, as long as I'm not in the lab, they'll know something's wrong, they'll come after me, my family, even threaten Hank, I can't hide like that, a lot of people might die. Besides, I can't testify to Gus doing anything other than cooking meth; I wasn't involved in the drug dealing."

Jimmy frowned at Walter, "This is the best offer I can make, but maybe putting you in jail would be better."

Hank suddenly called Jimmy and signaled toward the room door, "Jimmy, we need to talk privately."

Jimmy nodded, put away his Glock, and left the room with Hank. He wasn't worried about Walter running away, Skye and two kids were still here. How far could an old man with terminal lung cancer possibly run, and he could still see the situation inside the room.

In the hallway, Hank asked in a low voice, "Do you have enough evidence to arrest Gus?"

Jimmy shrugged, "The evidence we've got so far isn't much; a lot of it is speculation. Cementing the entire chain of evidence is still difficult."

It was tough; the underground lab Jimmy discovered and the poultry farm where drugs were packaged were all found by Jimmy himself, with no actual video or photographic evidence. To get solid evidence, they'd need to report concrete leads, apply for search warrants, and arrange a series of plans. With the way Gus and his men operated, they would clean up traces and hide as soon as something happened to Walter, and the current evidence was insufficient to arrest Gus and his men.

The two of them remained silent, knowing that stopping Walter now could lead to severe consequences.

"I came here on orders to investigate your ambush," Jimmy said in a low voice, "Those two assassins were confirmed to be from the Salamanca Family. Do you think they were sent by Gus?"

Hank shook his head, "Currently, there's no indication of a connection. Oh, you did come here to investigate those assassins. Jimmy, about Walter..."

Jimmy nodded, now understanding Hank's intentions; he definitely wanted to catch Walter but couldn't go too far.

Turning around, he opened the bedroom door, retrieved his handcuffs from the bed, and tucked them into his belt. Walter remained in the same spot, and Jimmy didn't even look at him as he turned around and left the bedroom.

"Hank, I'm heading back. He's all yours."

Jimmy walked past Hank and into the living room, said goodbye to Mary and Skye, smiled, and then left Hank's house.

Hank waited until the sound of Jimmy leaving was gone from the living room, then pushed open the bedroom door and entered the room. Walter was already sitting on the edge of the bed, looking dazed. He looked at Walter and said, "Walter, I think you already know who's on to you. I hope even for the sake of Junior and little Holly, you don't do anything foolish."

With his head down, Walter asked, "Who exactly is this Jimmy?"

Hank: "One of the most famous FBI agents. What I said earlier is just some of what I know, don't even think about fighting back. I don't think Skye and the others want to see your body either."

With that, Hank wheeled himself out of the bedroom. Walter sat there calming himself, then got up and headed to the bathroom. By the time he returned to the living room, his expression had completely changed.

He could run; the lawyer Sol had previously mentioned a way for him to escape safely, change his identity, and start over. But he didn't know how to handle it this time. With the FBI on their tail, even if he wanted to go, he couldn't do it alone. If he took the whole family, he'd have to discuss it with them first. The main priority was to appease Hank for the time being.

After sitting for a while, Walter and his family said goodbye and left. Walter sped home, rushed into the bedroom and started packing. Skye looked at him in surprise, "What happened? Walter!"

Walter continued packing as he replied, "They've found out, Hank and them. We need to run right now."

Skye asked in shock, "Found out what? Where are we going?"

Walter opened a box, speaking as he moved toward the door, "There's no time, quick, you pack up. I'm getting the money."

In the bathroom, Walter pried open a hidden trap door in the floor and jumped down. The space between the floor and the ground was for moisture and pest prevention, filled with spider webs and dust. A bag lay discarded on the ground. Walter opened it to check the cash inside, picked it up to leave, but found Skye standing at the bathroom entrance, watching him instead of packing, "What exactly happened? You have to explain!"

Walter looked up at Skye, shouted in frustration, "That damn FBI agent, he tracked me, found out about the meth cooking. We need to leave now, or we'll never get out. Now, get out of the way, hurry and pack up, bring everything for the kids too."