lpffa Chapter 1566 839:
Chapter 1566 839:
Working with Jimmy makes the anti-black group agents quite happy. At least their safety should be guaranteed. Although not many have seen Jimmy in action before, there are many rumors, both true and false, that even insiders can't differentiate. The key is that the records seem like a joke; few can achieve his feats.
"Knock."
Jimmy stood at the back and asked two agents to move forward. This was a row of residential houses, making it impossible to barricade directly at the back, so they could only try knocking at the front.
"Knock knock knock!" "FBI, open up!"
"Move aside."
The agents had just shouted twice when the people inside the house, frightened, got up and ran towards the back. Jimmy shouted and charged toward the door, kicking it loose, but the door didn't fully open, revealing a chain lock that was quite sturdy.
He staggered back a step, and the agent at the door turned sideways and slammed his shoulder against the door twice to break the chain lock, "In the back, pursue."
Jimmy led the charge to the back door. There were three people inside before, and now they've all run away. When the agents reached the back door, they only saw one person jump over a neighboring fence and escape; the other two had disappeared. But this was no obstacle for Jimmy; the other two were ahead, and one of them had already turned around and rushed into another house.
Single-handedly holding onto the fence, Jimmy vaulted over, his suit and leather shoes barely affecting his agility. But the agents weren't as proficient, and one unlucky fellow got his foot caught on the fence and fell straight down, luckily onto the lawn, which provided some cushion.
"There's one on the left." Jimmy shouted while running, then charged directly at the person hiding inside the house. "Ah!" a scream rang out; there were people inside the house before, who, upon seeing a man burst in from the back door, screamed and immediately hid to the side.
"FBI, don't move." Jimmy kicked the door open and raised his gun immediately. The man fleeing was just about to dash out the front door, but hearing Jimmy's words, he turned and lunged at the person hiding, using her as a shield, "Don't shoot."
"Put down the gun, taking a hostage is a serious federal offense. Think carefully, it's not too late to drop the gun now." Jimmy saw the suspect point a gun at the woman's back and threateningly urged him as the man dragged the woman to stand. But Jimmy is different. Had it been someone else, they might have already retreated, calling for backup and negotiation experts.
"Shit!" The agents behind followed in, slower than Jimmy, and upon arrival saw a man holding a gun to a hostage. The scene stalled everyone; they could only aim their guns but dared not take any other actions.
"Let me go, drop the gun, let me go!" The man, holding the woman, curled up behind her, and moved toward the front door.
"Release the hostage; you still have a chance to turn yourself in. Don't bring misfortune upon yourself!" Jimmy, being in charge at the scene, naturally had to stand out. But such calls rarely had much effect.
The suspect continued demanding the FBI back off, quickly reaching the door. Jimmy and the agents kept their guns trained on him and the hostage, and seeing him about to reach the door, Jimmy finally gave up reasoning, thinking, "Damn it, are these thugs' minds all ruined by drugs?"
As the suspect let go of the woman with his left hand to reach back for the door handle, Jimmy fired. The first shot hit the suspect's exposed gun, the second hit right between the eyes, "Bang bang," "Bang," and as the man fell, his gun also fired a shot, but Jimmy's initial shot deflected it, not harming the woman.
"Ah!" The sudden gunfire further startled the woman already under extreme tension; she screamed as she squatted down, crawling sideways with hands and feet, even awkwardly tumbling but continuing to move.
"Ma'am, you're safe now, please calm down." Jimmy approached her to comfort her, signaling others to check the scene, though it was no longer necessary.
Calming a shocked woman is no easy task. Jimmy holstered his gun and spoke to her without physical contact, gradually calming her down, then asked another agent to accompany her while he had other matters to attend to.
"Did you catch the other two?"
"Caught one, they're returning," the agent who had just hung up the phone told Jimmy. Jimmy nodded, "Call for an ambulance and handle the scene."
Jimmy personally shot and killed a suspect holding a hostage, becoming news within the bureau once again. It's been a long time since the last incident involving him. Many hadn't realized Jimmy hadn't done much for over a year since his prior activities involved coordinating with other organizations.
But it was the OPR who came to cause trouble first. Jimmy firing wasn't a big deal, but procedures had to be followed.
Jimmy didn't hide anything; witnesses were present. As the scene's highest command, Jimmy had the authority for on-the-spot decisions. Crucially, he could eliminate the suspect while ensuring hostage safety. Both his track record and abilities proved this point, leaving the OPR to merely question and document before departing.