Roland changed his clothes and walked out, and the two of them sat on the sofa and continued to drink beer, well, Roland brought in the beer in the corridor when he entered the door just now.

Roland spoke first, "Jimmy, tell me about you, how are you doing?"

Jimmy: "Roland, you see that, right? My situation."

Roland: "Well, so, tell me about your situation."

Jimmy had also considered this situation, for Roland, a person who traveled through multiple worlds and destroyed demons in other worlds in this world, his situation should not be a shocking thing, and Roland should be understandable.

Jimmy: "I used to be a firefighter, a firefighter from another world. I was declared dead in a firefighting accident, and then my soul came to a gate, and after passing through the gate, I came to this world and entered this body.

It was 2 years ago, and there must have been some accident with Jimmy, and since I came, his soul has never appeared, and I have not had any abnormalities in his soul and this body.

Later, after a few things, I joined the Pulaski County Police Department, which I told you about last time. In the police station, I discovered my talent for the revolver, other weapons are the level of a normal person, and I can master it with more training, and the revolver is like an extension of my hand, very skilled and accurate.

I always thought that the talent of the revolver was born with this body, but the last time I saw you here, I realized that it was the result of Jimmy's 8 years of hard work, and I directly inherited his efforts and became my current talent.

After about a year at the police station, I moved from a patrol officer to a full-time support position, and now I am basically stationed at the prefectural police headquarters. That's what I've experienced in the past two years."

Roland: "Probably like I thought, I don't think you've had a good time in the past two years. Did you kill someone?"

Jimmy: "Can you see that?"

Roland: "Well, I've seen your eyes many times before, it looks like you've killed a lot of people, how many?"

Jimmy: "20-30."

Roland straightened up in an instant.

Jimmy quickly shook his hand, "Don't get excited, they're all criminals. Everybody has a reason to be killed, my profession is a police officer, and I want to stop criminals, and I haven't killed any innocent people."

Roland relaxed a little and leaned back on the couch, "You used to be a firefighter? Why is this happening? Why do you kill so many people? As far as I know, the vast majority of police officers probably won't kill a single person in their lifetime. Many people have never fired a gun until they retired."

Jimmy: "I thought about this, when I first came here, it was probably affected by this body, and I was very impatient for a while, and I would shoot very impulsively at criminals, especially criminals with vicious elements.

After about half a year, this urge gradually faded, and after that, it was basically a kill completed in the mission, and I wouldn't even shoot for a normal crime."

Roland: "Looks like you're still affected, Jimmy, congratulations, you've been able to carry it and avoid being the same person you used to be."

Jimmy: "Well, I used to save people, and I didn't expect to be an executioner in this life. By the way, my nickname in the police station is Butcher, although I don't like it, but for the police, the first nickname, I still cherish."

….

Roland: "Well, keep your heart and don't fall."

The two chatted about some of Jimmy's eucalyptus, and it could be seen that Roland was actually in a good mood, but his face really didn't have much expression.

Roland: "Jimmy, there's only so much I can teach you about guns, and you'll have to do the rest. You can leave, protect yourself."

Jimmy tilted his head to empty his beer, placed the bottle on the coffee table, and stood up.

Jimmy: "Thanks, Roland, and you have to take care of yourself, too. If anything, call me."

Jimmy pulls a business card out of his pocket and puts it on the coffee table, the phone number he prints on the police station business card is his own usual phone

, so I didn't prepare a private business card.

Jimmy walked up to Roland, hugged him, and turned to leave the cabin, Roland didn't move, just sat down and looked down at the business card on the coffee table.

Jimmy got into his car and left Roland's house.

Jimmy returned to Hamilton, he had left the hotel when he had left, and he had to open the room again this time, because it was already afternoon, and it was not a good idea to drive back to Little Rock at this time, and it was estimated that it would be midnight when he got home.

Jimmy is on vacation now, and he doesn't have anything to deal with urgently, so he won't be in a hurry to return.

Putting his luggage in his hotel room, Jimmy took a short break and headed out. It was late in the evening, and Jimmy went out to find a restaurant for dinner, and then went to a lively bar on the recommendation of the taxi driver, only to be stopped at the door.

Jimmy went out with a belt holster this time, and the revolver was hung on his waist and exposed, so there was no problem walking on the street, but a place like a bar that sold spirits was not allowed, and of course it didn't matter if he didn't see the gun in concealment.

This is Texas, not Jimmy's territory, he has no choice but to return to the hotel, clean up the bits and pieces on his body, and then go out again with his mobile phone wallet, this time he didn't run too far, just found a bar near the hotel, lucky, there is a live broadcast of baseball games at night, this bar is obviously a gathering place for fans, Jimmy is a pastime anyway, it doesn't matter, casually drink and watch the game, and chat with the people next to him.

The next morning, while Jimmy was still sleeping, the phone rang suddenly, and Jimmy picked up his phone from the bedside table in a daze.

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Jimmy: "I'm Jimmy, what's the matter?"

James: "Jimmy, it's me, James, where are you?" Turn on the TV, quick."

Jimmy: "Oh, James, I'm in Texas, and I'm on vacation, uh, it's only 8 a.m."

James: "Don't say it, now turn on the TV, whatever the station, something big is wrong."

Instead of hanging up the phone, Jimmy took the TV remote from the bedside table and turned on the TV.

Although the hotel is not four or five stars, but the cable TV fee is still paid, Jimmy turned on the TV and jumped BS directly, since James is so anxious, it must be a big deal, Jimmy is still a little confused, he looked at the burning building in the TV screen to react.

Jimmy: "James, what time is it?"

James: "9/11"

Jimmy: "I watched TV first, and the phone hung up. Goodbye."

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