Jimmy took Peter's keys back to the car, took off his body armor, took back his gun holster and suit and changed into it, and the previous preparations were completely useless, and the effort was in vain.

Peter and Jones also walked over, "Jimmy, let's go, it's none of our business today, go back and rest."

Fortunately, the matter was all settled, and Peter did not arrange for them to continue working overtime, but let Jones and Jimmy go home to rest, and as for him, he needed to go back to Federation Square and cooperate with Diana to deal with the previous interrogation records of the illegal antiquities trade.

Jimmy, who has been busy all day, just bought a few t with Jones in the food truck on the road to make do with it, and then went home to rest, this kind of work during the day, in fact, he can't sleep, his brain can't stop, it's best to have a drink, anyway, Jimmy doesn't need to drive during the day, and it won't involve drunk driving.

The next day, Jimmy was a little late again, but he wasn't the only one, he was still the first to arrive at the office even though he was late. Peter: They worked overtime yesterday and came even later today.

Diana and Jones were organizing, taking pictures, and registering information with Peter early in the morning, mainly for the artworks found in the house, which were not sent directly to the evidence room, but were first sent to Peter's office for archiving.

These are relatively detailed jobs, no Jimmy has anything to do, but fortunately the number of artworks is not particularly large, and it was finally done after two hours of busy work.

Shortly before noon, a man dressed as a cleaner accompanied by a security guard arrived at Peter's office, and Peter took him to the evidence room, after which Peter returned alone.

Peter clapped his hands upstairs, "Everybody, come up."

Jimmy and the others turned their heads and went straight upstairs to the conference room.

Peter: "The people from the cleaning company have confirmed just now, and the artifacts we found from Alleton are confirmed to be from the deceased Nathan Bird, and our eucalyptus is over, thank you."

Jimmy: "Are those three gunmen the ones who killed Nathan Bird?"

Peter: "It's confirmed, the bullet that killed Nathan Bird and his dog matches two of their pistols, and Ruinz also confirms that it's broken."

Jimmy: "What about Alan Johnson and the statue buyer?"

Peter: "We've referred it to federal prosecutors, and we're done."

Peter looked at the others, and no one asked any more questions, and he continued, "Right now, the weekend will not be arranged, the weekend will be happy, and now, disbanded."

Jones and Diana walked out, Jimmy followed last, and as he left the room, he spun back again.

Jimmy: "Peter, we still don't know why they killed Nathan Bird."

Peter lowered his head and cleaned up the papers on the conference table, "That's not what we want, Jimmy, no one is God."

Jimmy: "Okay." Jimmy turned and left the room.

Peter's words speak for themselves, they are not gods, they can't handle everything, and now that they have killed the gunman who killed Nathan and recovered the lost artwork, they have done enough for them, and no one can ask for more.

Jimmy returned to his place and began to organize the papers on the table, the eucalyptus was over, these were no longer needed, the relevant files of the eucalyptus had been filed, and the documents on his desk were all copied by himself.

….

Suddenly, Jimmy found a picture, and then remembered that there was one more thing he had forgotten.

Jimmy slipped his chair over to Jones, "Hey, Jones, remember the guy I was looking for information on the day we were surveilling? Help me look it up."

Jones was idle, and he gestured his finger at Jimmy, "Bring it."

Jimmy gave him the name and credit card number that the hotel front desk had printed on him, and Jones logged into the system with his account number to start the search.

Jones: "There is no matching information, a fake name, the credit card account number is a small bank, don't think about it, it is a card with fake documents. Damn, there's no need to chase down, this kind of fake documents are all over the streets, and there is no point in tracking down."

Jimmy: "Thanks, it's fine, just a look of familiarity, I'll ask back."

Look."

Jimmy slipped back into his place, that's interesting, Frank Moses, what the hell are you doing.

Because it was clear that there were no eucalyptus today, Jimmy took advantage of the noon to go out early and took a taxi to Brooklyn, the leather goods store, Jimmy's holster should have been ready.

Jimmy came to the leather goods store, there are still no customers in the store, this is not scientific, the craftsmanship of this store is really good, why are there no customers?

The old man of the Mediterranean, still working behind the counter, did not raise his head when he heard the opening bell, and said, "Welcome."

Jimmy: "Hey, manager, I'll get my holster."

Mediterranean glanced up at Jimmy, "Oh, it's you, it's just in time, it's ready."

Mediterranean turned around and took out a cardboard box from under the counter and placed it on top of the counter. "Please."

Jimmy reached for the box and opened it, "Oh."

A primary-colored cowhide armpit holster with a print on the belt, Jimmy couldn't tell what the print meant, but it looked very beautiful.

There is a five-star print on the left holster, there are 6 bullet positions on the shoulder strap on the gun holster, there is an extra piece of cowhide on the right side, there are a total of 12 bullet positions in the three rows above, and there are also 6 rounds on the right shoulder strap, which is good, plus 6 rounds in the left wheel, a total of 30 rounds, which is enough.

Jimmy took off his suit, took off his original holster, replaced it with a new one, pulled it hard, and then adjusted the position slightly from side to side, which fit perfectly.

"NE, the store manager's skills are really good, I like it very much."

Jimmy directly removed the bullets from the old holster and put it on the new holster, then threw the old one directly into the scrap bin next to the counter and put on the suit.

"It's very comfortable and snug, but it's not tight and doesn't interfere with the movement, and I'm very satisfied. The store manager will give me a business card."

Jimmy is really satisfied, the previous holster is actually a standard holster bought casually, although it does not affect physical activity, but it is somewhat tight, now this is really comfortable, of course, it is also now, if it is uncomfortable after a while, then it will be said.

Jimmy paid the final payment, grabbed a business card from his boss, left the leather goods store, and took another taxi back to the Federation Square office.

Back in the office, taking off his suit and hanging it on the back of a chair, the new holster was immediately spotted by Jones.

"Jimmy, did you just buy a new holster? It's beautiful."

"Well, I made it at a leather goods store in Brooklyn the other day, and I just went to pick it up." Jimmy said as he pulled out his pistol, took off the holster and handed it to Jones.

"It's great, it feels really good, it won't be cheap."

"It's okay, I think it's worth the money." Jimmy took it back and put it on, and put the revolver away.

North American Gunslinger Detective.

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