Jimmy started to check from the bedroom, because there wasn't much in the house, and it would be counted in a while.

Jimmy pulls his small notebook and pen out of his pocket and begins to register his loss.

Missing contents: A Smith & Wiesson M686-1, a box of .375 Magnum bullets, a suit, a few clothes, some change in the living room, mostly for small expenses, and beer in the fridge.

Broken things: door locks were broken, TVs were smashed, locks on cabinets were broken, and things that were originally placed on shelves were scattered all over the floor.

Jimmy gave the list to Chris, who had already contacted the Forensics Department to come over and when they arrived to get their fingerprints taken, Jimmy could clean up the room.

Seeing that there was nothing going on, the two patrolmen greeted Jimmy and Chris and left.

The Forensic Identification Section arrived about half an hour later, and they collected evidence from the doorknob to the cabinet, as well as the obvious shoe prints on the floor except for the footprints of Jimmy and Chris, and the work was busy for nearly an hour.

When Chris and the Forensics Department left, Jimmy looked at the messy room and his brain hurt, and when he first crossed over, he still had his old habit of tidying up the room like half obsessive-compulsive disorder, and then gradually let himself go.

It's been nearly 2 years now, and he's almost like a bachelor now, and although the house isn't usually messy, it's really not in the mood for him to tidy up so much mess at night.

The door lock is broken, Jimmy just uses a pole and a chair against the door, which can only prevent some gentlemen, if he really wants to break in, this is unbearable, but Jimmy is not too worried, as long as he does not sleep too dead, he must know that the door is opened.

Jimmy looked at the time, it was already 11 o'clock, come on, don't do anything, Jimmy tidied up the sheets and quilts that were turned up on the bed, went to wash, and then lay down directly.

Early the next morning, Jimmy made a direct call to Karg, and there were only two kinds of thieves who broke into the door, either gang or lone wolf.

If it's a lone wolf, then there's nothing to say, just wait for the LRPD side to investigate, if it's a gang, an old fritter like Kag must know which gang Jimmy's apartment belongs to, and go directly to them.

Jimmy doesn't think he has any enemies, and those angry gangsters are also complaining to James through connections, and if they really do this kind of breaking down on themselves, it will really turn from a business to a personal vendetta.

I believe that these people who can be bigwigs know what it means for a violent policeman to become a personal vendetta, and as long as their brains are not flooded, they will never do such a thing.

Kag really helped, and directly reported a name and address. Jones, the boss of the 14th Street gang, Jimmy's apartment is in his sphere of influence, and Jones is generally in a bar on West 14th Street.

Jimmy knew the name and address, so he drove directly to the police station, and the house was burglarized, and this matter needs to be reported, so he asked for a leave of absence.

When Amy learned the reason for Jimmy's leave, it took a while for everyone in the police department to know.

Before Jimmy could drive away from the police station, James' call arrived, and he had to go back to Chief James.

James: "Jimmy, was your house burglarized?" ”

Jimmy nodded and said, "Yes, when I went back last night, I found that the door lock was broken, the house was turned over, and the spare gun I put at home was stolen, and the rest doesn't matter, this is very troublesome." ”

James: "Is there a goal?" ”

Jimmy: "Well, Jones on 14th Street, I'm going to talk to him, if it wasn't his guys, I'll have to wait for news from the LRPD." ”

James: "Well, go ahead, be careful. Call for support if necessary. ”

Jimmy: "Okay, goodbye, Director. ”

Jimmy is also a report, if there is any accident this time, it will be embarrassing, I hope Jones will not let the butcher come forward to talk.

Jimmy drove to Jones' bar on West 14th Street, but he wasn't the first to arrive, Agent Chris was already at the door of the bar, but when Jimmy arrived, Chris was talking to a security guard at the door, and then Chris turned around and prepared to leave.

As Chris prepares to leave, he sees Jimmy get out of the car and he walks over to say hello.

Chris: "Hi Jimmy, you're here too. ”

Jimmy: "Well, I've got stolen there, I'm sure I'm going to talk to Jones first, do you have any news over there?" ”

Chris: "The fingerprints are still being analyzed, and I was going to talk to Jones first, but I didn't see Jones. ”

Jimmy: "He's not there?" ”

Chris: "Maybe it's here, maybe it's not, I don't have a warrant, I can't force my way in." ”

Jimmy frowned, turned his head to look at the bar, and his heart activated. Although it was morning, Chris's arrival just now had already alarmed the people inside, and Jimmy could see three figures near the door of the bar, and they couldn't see it inside because of the distance.

"Phew." Jimmy foamed at the mouth and reached for the handle of the revolver under his armpit. "Jones is not giving you face, maybe he needs to talk about it in a different way."

"Stop, Jimmy, calm down, calm down." Chris was about to break out in a cold sweat as soon as he saw Jimmy's movements. Although he has never worked with Jimmy, the legend of Jimmy has been passed down in the LRPD for a long time.

, this nickname is really not wrong, Jimmy doesn't look like a cop at all, how can anyone casually pull out a gun, this is simply a reckless man.

Chris grabbed Jimmy's right arm, "Calm down, Jimmy, I know you're a little angry, but let me handle it, you have to trust me, I'm familiar with them." I'll take care of it, you wait in the car first. ”

Jimmy nodded, let go of his right hand holding the handle of the gun, and turned back to the car, where he opened the door and sat in the driver's seat, looking at the bar door.

Jimmy is really a little angry, if his registered gun is taken to do something bad, it will be troublesome, and even more troublesome is another 92F, if you can't find it, you have to make sure that no one knows that the gun is your own.

Chris breathed a sigh of relief, he turned around and went back to the door of the bar, Jimmy didn't know what he said to the security guard, the security guard went straight in to find someone, Chris was waiting at the door.

After a while, a bald middle-aged man, white, wearing a sleeveless denim jacket and dense tattoos on both arms, came out of it.

Chris said a few words to him, and Jones turned his head to look at Jimmy's car, then said a few more words to Chris before turning around and going back to the bar.

Chris walked over to Jimmy's car and gave Jimmy a thumbs up.

"Jimmy, the butcher's name is really useful, wait for news from Jones."

I got the news today, there is a weather vane recommendation next week, and I will see if I can add a change at that time.

(End of chapter)