Peter arrived fifteen minutes later, tragic traffic jams, according to Jones, Peter's home is not far away, and it is only a 15-minute drive to and from work, which is still a relatively congested situation like Manhattan. Jones's apartment, on the other hand, is only a 15-minute walk to work, which is almost a distance comparison.

Peter parked his car outside the cordon, then walked into the cordon with his FBI ID and came to Jimmy's side.

Jimmy has already taken the two bags of things he bought from the intersection, and now he is leaning on the trunk of a car on the side of the road to watch the NYPD clean up the scene, they are really careful in their work, whether there are bullet holes in the parked car and the roadside wall, they have to be checked, put on the side of Little Rock, who they love, anyway, Jimmy has never done this kind of inspection site.

Usually when he finishes his work and the others sweep the floor, Jimmy either rests and adjusts to the adrenaline exhaustion, or drives straight back to the county police station.

When you think about it, it seems like Jimmy has never been a site cleaner in 2 years.

Peter came up to Jimmy and looked up and down, Jimmy was not hurt, but he still had to ask, "Jimmy, are you hurt?"

Jimmy shook his head, "No, it's just 2 gunmen, I still sneak attacked, I didn't have much pressure, I didn't get hurt, and I didn't hurt passers-by."

Peter: "Tell me about the situation."

Jimmy: "Jones knew I hadn't found an apartment yet, so he gave me a couch and put my luggage away after work, Jones went out to run errands, I went to the supermarket to buy groceries, and on the way back there was a shootout at this intersection, and I warned them, and then shot and wounded one and killed another.

As soon as I killed that person, the NYPD came over, and then I called you, and I didn't communicate with the NYPD anymore, and waited until you came."

Peter: "Good marksmanship, do you use a gun?"

Jimmy reached out and pulled the revolver from under his armpit and handed it to Peter, "My personal gun, I used it when I was a county sheriff, and I registered it in Arkansas."

Peter: "Go to the office tomorrow and find Tim to register your spare gun." I'm going to talk to them."

Jimmy retrieved the gun, and Peter left Jimmy's side and walked over to a NYPD superintendent who was on the scene to communicate.

Peter communicated for a while and returned to Jimmy's side, "Jimmy, you still have to go to the police station to make a record, go through a process, and by the way, let them register your gun number."

Jimmy: "Well, why don't you go?"

Peter: "It's better to go for a trip, after all, someone is dead."

Jimmy: "Okay, I'll go with the NYPD later, what about you?"

Peter: "Of course I'm going, you take my car. Let's go."

Jimmy carried two bags and followed Peter into his car and left the scene of the shootout.

The NYPD police station is very close to the FBI office, not far from the side, and it can be seen that Peter is very familiar with the environment here in the NYPD, he took Jimmy directly in and found an acquaintance to make a record for Jimmy, as for Jimmy's gun, it has been sent to register along with 6 bullet casings, and the bullet casings are kept on file, and the gun will be returned after registration.

Jimmy took care of the transcripts, grabbed his gun, and left the NYPD with Peter, who drove Jimmy back to Jones' apartment.

Peter: "Jimmy, remember to be in the game early tomorrow. Goodbye."

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Peter admonished him, and drove away, being the boss was unlucky, and the good night was occupied by Jimmy for nearly 2 hours.

Jimmy opened the door and entered the apartment, Jones hadn't come back yet, and Jimmy didn't bother to wait for him, so he threw the food he bought from the supermarket into the microwave to heat it up, and it was dinner.

After watching TV for a while in the evening, Jimmy just lay down on the sofa, it's June, a small blanket is done, stay for a night or two, and tomorrow I'm going to look for an apartment.

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I don't know when Jones came back. When he woke up the next morning, he looked at the time, and it was 7 o'clock in the morning, which happened to be his previous biological clock time.

Jimmy went to the bathroom to wash up and made some noise, which woke Jones up.

Jones: "Jimmy? Why are you up so early?"

Jimmy: "I'm used to it, I used to be a police officer earlier. You can rest a little longer, and I'll go out and exercise."

Jones: "Okay."

Jimmy finished washing, changed into sports shorts and short-sleeved T-shirt, tied a belt bag around his waist, and went out for a run, Jones's apartment is not too far from the Hudson River, in fact, the whole of Manhattan is not far from east to west, only less than 4 kilometers wide, for a runner like Jimmy, it is not difficult to go from the apartment to the river and back, the key is that Jimmy has just come out of the FBI Academy, and the intensity of physical training in the academy is much higher than running.

In more than half an hour, Jimmy returned, and Jones was already up and making sandwiches, and it was breakfast. Jimmy rested for a while, let the sweat fall, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and went to Federation Square with Jones.

There is one thing to say, sandwiches are not guaranteed to be hungry in the morning, but with coffee, there is definitely no problem for energy needs, the only drawback is that the satiety is slightly worse, but there are others to prepare breakfast, nothing to say, must say delicious! Then passing by Starbucks, Jimmy bought two cups of coffee and one for Jones.

Jimmy arrives in the office and cleans up his desk, this is not the time to be diligent in helping others clean up their desks and make a good impression, for an organization like the FBI, you go to other people's desks to tinker, there will definitely be problems.

Jimmy sipped his coffee as he flipped through the pile of eucalyptus files in front of him, all of which he had read once yesterday, and then he realized that he had no clue about them.

When everyone else arrived, Jimmy followed the others to the conference room and began the morning meeting.

Everyone sat down, Diana came over with a stack of folders, no one sent one, and the projector started playing the photos.

Peter: "The piece I'm dealing with today is a piece of art theft, and a small gallery in Chelsea has opened a special exhibition with a well-known female painter, Rachel Hörmann, a graduate of the Rhode Island School of Design, who studied in Paris and returned to the United States to New York last year, which is her first exhibition in China."

The photos on the projector are also being replaced.

Peter: "The Denley Gallery, owned by Parker Denley, is only 300 square meters, it was a small warehouse, and then it was converted into a gallery, and there are a lot of small galleries like this in Chelsea.

This is a footage captured by the gallery's internal surveillance, where two masked men entered the gallery the night before and stole all 10 of Rachel Homan's works on display."

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