The suspect at the hospital had also been treated and was taken back to the detention center by the police that had reinforced the hospital. After this incident, the command to transfer the prisoners was temporarily canceled. After dealing with this incident, a new transportation arrangement would be planned. Jimmy had then returned to the county police headquarters to stand by.
After Jimmy returned to the station, he didn't feel like doing much else. Today's transport had encountered problems, and he had to take some responsibility for that. Even though they had successfully recaptured the prisoner in the end, there was still a sense of defeat lingering. His superpower was just a scanning radar, and to avoid exposing it, he had to leave the final assault to the LRPD instead of handling it personally.
It seemed that even with superpowers, what he could do was still bound by rules. If his superpower had been a bit stronger, he might have been able to handle the mess before the other officers came to support.
But how to enhance his superpower, he still had no clue. The only thing he could be sure of was that using Heart Eye more frequently could noticeably increase its coverage range. From the initial approximate 10 meters to about 15 meters now, after half a year of effort. As for the display effect, it was still the same—outlines of human bodies or objects consisting of black and grey lines.
With no other options, he just had to try using Heart Eye more often. Maybe using it for an extended time could further unlock other functions of Heart Eye.
Jimmy didn't care about the risks anymore and kept Heart Eye active continuously at the police station. He wanted to see how long he could maintain Heart Eye.
Because the police had all gone to support the pursuit of the fugitive, it resulted in a significant area in the southern part of the small stone city being without any police on duty for a while. After the police returned to their posts, some unexpected conflicts still broke out.
Jimmy heard about this from others at the station. Since the dispatch center hadn't called his code, Jimmy just idled at the station, waiting for the end of his shift. It seemed that the conflicts over at LRPD were minor, and not at the level that required his support.
After finishing his shift, Jimmy still kept Heart Eye active. He was tired from the day's events and headed directly to the bar next to the police station. He planned to have a couple of drinks before heading home to sleep.
This bar, due to its close proximity to the county police headquarters, was a frequent haunt of the police. The locals knew about this, so gang members seldom came here to make trouble. Jimmy liked this bar mainly because there was less happening, less likelihood of incidents occurring.
But today, he was quite surprised. Because he was keeping Heart Eye active, he casually scanned the bar counter and the wall behind it while sitting and drinking at the bar.
There didn't seem to be any issue with the bar itself, but there appeared to be a sizable square space inside the wall behind it. From the Heart Eye scan, it looked like a small storage room, with many weapons hung on the walls and several boxes on the floor. The boxes seemed to be stuffed with things—Jimmy could only see darkness inside them.
This bar wasn't simple at all. The number of firearms observed could arm a dozen men.
Jimmy looked around, and there were quite a few very small spaces in the bar's surrounding walls. It looked like they only contained a few handguns, probably back-up weapon storage. If something went wrong at the bar, the security staff could quickly grab weapons from around the bar for a counterattack.
After scanning the area, Jimmy made no move. Discovering such a secret, the best course of action was to stay silent. Whoever managed to stockpile so many weapons in a bar definitely wasn't someone he could afford to mess with at the moment. If they turned out to be a big boss, then he would be in real trouble.
Jimmy finished the whiskey in his glass, set it down on the coaster, and then tapped the bar. The bartender came over and poured him another, dropping in a few more ice cubes. Glenlivet 18-year-old Whiskey, Jimmy had a bottle kept here from before. The bartender had strongly recommended this Scotch Whiskey, and as the only Chinese police officer locally, he had a good grasp of Jimmy's taste. Glenlivet 18 was smooth with a slight fruit flavor, indeed very suitable for Jimmy.
"Gin," a black man came to the bar and found a seat.
"Oh, long time no see, Cassian." The bartender took a bottle of Gordon's Gin from the shelf, poured it in a glass, added two slices of lemon, and handed it to the black man, Cassian.
"Thanks." Cassian took a sip from his glass, then set it on the bar and unconsciously twirled it with both hands.
"Work? Need any help?" The bartender wiped another glass with a cloth while continuing to chat with Cassian.
"No need, thank you, it's done. I'll be heading back to New York in a couple of days." Cassian said, taking another sip of his drink and then looking around at the other patrons.
Jimmy wasn't trying to eavesdrop on their conversation; it was just that Cassian had taken a seat quite close to him so he naturally heard the exchange between Cassian and the bartender.
Jimmy glanced at Cassian and then spotted a familiar black lump at his waist, which, if he wasn't mistaken, was probably a hard gun holster with a pistol inside. Now off duty, Jimmy wasn't interested in checking for a CCW, and besides, he was carrying a shoulder holster himself.
Jimmy's gaze returned to the black man's face. Truth be told, he really couldn't tell them apart very well. Bald, with a ring of small mustache around his mouth, and droopy eyes that gave him a somewhat bitter and resentful look.
He found it embarrassing that he couldn't determine the man's age, unlike with Chinese or white people, where wrinkles and hair are important indicators of age, but with this bald black man, it was impossible to judge.
Perhaps Jimmy's stare was a bit too intense, as Cassian noticed. He turned his head to look at Jimmy, and Jimmy cocked the corner of his mouth, picked up his glass for a toast to Cassian, then took a sip. He pulled his gaze back and continued scanning the surroundings.
Cassian watched Jimmy take a sip, then picked up his glass, gave a nod to the bartender, and left the bar.
Jimmy was quite attentive to Cassian. In the bar, a black man with a gun and strong liquor – when these worrisome elements combined, if something went down in the bar, it would most likely have something to do with him. But seeing as he was quite familiar with the bartender, it probably wouldn't be an issue.
"An old friend?" Jimmy tilted his head and asked the bartender.
"Ah, an old friend, it's just been a long time since I've seen him." The bartender said with a smile to Jimmy, seemingly with an endless supply of glasses to wipe.
Jimmy finished the drink in his glass, pulled out his wallet, took out a bill and placed it on the counter, holding it down with the glass. "Goodbye."
Jimmy walked out of the bar. With his constitution, two glasses of whisky were not enough to affect his nerves. He walked to the police station parking lot, got in his car, and drove home.
After Jimmy left, Cassian appeared again at the bar. He glanced sidelong at Jimmy's recent spot and asked the bartender.
"Safe?"
"Hmm, a very interesting little guy, a tough character."
"Oh, that's high praise."
"Yes, let's observe for a while longer."
"Update my information."
"Will do."
The two chatted casually for a bit more, and after Cassian finished the drink in his glass, he stood up to leave, leaving a Gold Coin beside the glass.
The next day, Jimmy returned to the station to change his equipment. Today, the detention center had reorganized the transport of prisoners, and Jimmy was still there to support. Only this time, an extra police car driven by a correctional officer was arranged.
Jimmy was extra cautious that day. He directly adjusted his radio to be on the same channel as the lead police car and the transport vehicle. The lead correctional officer's car turned on its siren, and at each intersection, it would slow down to block traffic before letting the transport vehicle pass. Meanwhile, Jimmy followed closely behind with his siren on, ensuring no accidents would occur.
This treatment, if the lead car had been replaced by a motorcycle cop, was practically akin to VIP clearance. The prisoners inside the transport vehicle were likely enjoying this sort of treatment for the first time, as Jimmy could see through the glass window in the rear door of the transport vehicle that the people inside were intensely discussing something.
This time, the journey to the prison was completely smooth. Jimmy got out of the police car and watched the handover taking place in front. He turned to survey the surroundings, assessing for any potential dangers. The prisoners were almost there, at the last step, and he couldn't afford anything to go wrong. Jimmy was no longer so confident in his own luck.