Torsten returned to his desk, tidied up something, and took Jimmy to the pantry.

When he went out early in the morning, Jimmy didn't get a drop of water, and Tolsten probably thought that the DEA's pantry was much richer than that of the county police, probably because people here worked more overtime, and there were all kinds of snacks and coffee machines in the pantry.

The two of them ate something and poured a cup of coffee, chatting while drinking.

"Tolsten, there's something I've always wanted to ask you, and it may be a bit abrupt.

Why did your Dallas branch take over when we reported that drug dealer case, and not the office in Little Rock? ”

"Good question." Torsten took a sip of his coffee.

"There's a little trouble in the office over there, and someone is seriously derelict in their duties. One of the obvious manifestations is that the local drug dealer Nutty has been replaced for two or three months, and there is no news from the Little Rock office, which is completely abnormal. Even if you can't be sure who the new leader is, you should at least be aware of it. ”

"And how do you know? If we contact the police department, we should have delivered it directly to the Little Rock office, right? ”

"Of course we have our own channels. Alright, I'll take you to the Director of Operations, and we'll head out for a walk. ”

Apparently Jimmy had asked the crucial question, and Tolsten had to get away with it, and the two of them drank the rest of their coffee and walked to the director's office.

This operational director is only the head of the branch agent, not the director of the operations department of the DEA headquarters in the broad sense, and the director of the operations department is one of the top senior officials of the DEA.

The Director and Jimmy meet and shake hands, casually talk about Jimmy's help to DEA in the previous case, and send them out.

Jimmy didn't care about his attitude, after all, they still reimbursed him for his travel expenses to Dallas, right, you have to be grateful.

Jimmy and the two casually walked around the office building, took a look at their achievements, and drove downstairs to the most important destination of the time, the DEA's training ground on the outskirts.

Before Jimmy and Torsten arrived, the hut where the live simulation was done was rebuilt, and several of the Secret Service team members who participated in the simulation paused their training and ran over to see who could do that speed.

In addition to that on-site simulation, the people of the special service team were not idle in the following days, and they took the time to do a few more trainings, but none of them could reach Jimmy's speed, which was always 1-2 seconds behind.

This is what Jimmy saw when he arrived at the shooting range, the location of the shooting range had been set up in a model room, and several big men stood in the shooting position and watched the two of them.

The Secret Service team was also surprised to see Jimmy, a slightly stronger young Asian man, who looked to be about 20 years old, was it really him? The madman they've been talking about for a long time.

Jimmy suddenly felt that he was now Alexander, and if he messed up, he wouldn't be able to leave. He walked over to the firing booth and shook hands with a few of them, then looked at the gun stand.

Jimmy looked at the weapons on the gun platform, good guys, all revolvers, Ruger, S&W, and Colt all had them, but since this time it was a show, he decided to use his own guns, and the bullets could pick up a little wool from them.

He pulled out his M686-1, took the bullet out and put it in his pocket, took 6 .357 bullets from the gun platform and put it in the nest, took a quick loader, and also loaded the bullet and put it on the bayonet on the belt holster, put on the headset and walked outside the simulation room.

Jimmy didn't go to the door in advance to observe the situation inside, he had already seen the layout inside through his mental eye, and the location was basically the same as the layout in the factory building last time.

In the eyes of the Secret Service team, Jimmy's movements represent absolute confidence, not knowing the layout inside, purely relying on observation after the beginning, this confidence really makes them feel incredible. They already knew exactly where the target was during training, and even then, the speed was not up to the mark.

“Stand by！” "Tick!"

Jimmy hears a "beep" and begins his own performance.

First take two steps to the door from the left, shoot 6 shots at the target on the left, step back to the wall, change the ammunition, and when you return to the door, point the gun to the right, enter the door, and shoot two short targets placed behind the cabinet in a tangential line along the cabinet.

“Clear！”

Tolsten had a stopwatch in his hand to time it, and when Jimmy's notification was completed, he clicked it, and several members of the Secret Service team gathered around to watch.

“WTF！ How did he do it? ”“Holy sxxt！”

All kinds of excited expletives went wild, and the stopwatch in Tolsten's hand showed 7.8 seconds, which was less than their previous estimate of 9 seconds, and the best time of the special service team was more than 10 seconds.

In a shootout, if the opponent's reaction speed is faster than your own, it basically determines life and death, and in a situation where the same action is 2 seconds faster than your own, then it is certain that even if you are in the position of a suspect, you will not be able to fight back, because when you show your head, Jimmy's bullet has already arrived in front of you.

The key point is that, in their opinion, Jimmy does not know the location of the target, and when he arrives at the door, he needs to observe the target before he can shoot quickly. Of course, the approximate location of the target is still known.

Several people went into the mock room to check the target, 2 targets on the left at standing height, 2 shots at the head and 1 shot at the chest on the left, 1 shot at the head and 2 shots at the chest on the right, and it was certain that if it was a person, it must be dead. Jimmy's .357 Magnum bullet is not a .22 small caliber, and it is very lethal.

There are 2 short targets lying down on the right side, one shot each from the head and chest in the front, and only one shot from the head in the back, all of which hit the vital point.

"Excellent, Jimmy." Tolsten patted Jimmy's arm excitedly, on the day of the case, Tolsten was unlucky to be injured by fragments and sent to the ambulance, without seeing Jimmy's extreme operation on the spot, today is the first time to see it, this kind of work of directly rushing to the door to kill is really exciting.

"Hey Jimmy, please do it again." One of the Secret Service team members said.

Jimmy nodded, returned to the shooting table to reload, and a member of the Secret Service team went into the hut to get a new target paper.

Several other members of the special service team went to the side to ask for a few stopwatches, and after negotiating the actions they were responsible for, they recorded the time in sections, and it seemed that they were going to disassemble Jimmy's movements and analyze them.

Jimmy returned to the side of the doorway, "Stand by! "Tick!" , Repeating the process just now, because of the primer just now, this time Jimmy is more relaxed, his body is more coordinated, and he begins to reload and reload while retreating at the door, and at the end of the day, the total time has increased, with a total duration of 7.5 seconds.