The next day, before going to work, Jimmy first stopped by his warehouse to store the document bag there. It was better not to keep such materials in his apartment, as it was prone to theft. Any discovery or theft could lead to trouble.
Tom's death affected James the most; the following day he flew directly to Kentucky, leaving the police station affairs completely aside.
Jimmy was also in a bad mood. Although Tom had used him to assume this identity for his own purposes, the preparations he made for Jimmy were genuinely comprehensive, and the documents in the briefcase were definitely not hastily prepared; a lot of thought had been put into completing them for him.
Since arriving in this world, Jimmy hadn't experienced the death of anyone he was close to, though he had only been around for about 2 years, he had still met quite a few friends, good people, and those who were very kind to him.
Tom was the first person he knew to leave this world.
Although aging and death are normal parts of life, he was still young and not accustomed to the death of someone close to him.
In the following days, Jimmy went to work with a certain irritability. One white man, a domestic abuser, attacked Jimmy with his bare hands after a brief mediation by Jimmy, who responded by hitting him on the arm with a baton, likely leaving the man to wear a splint for a while.
The people Jimmy lectured these past days might have some psychological scars, as his standard operating procedures during police calls were definitely pushed to the limit.
Having no pressing matters, Jimmy went to the shooting range. This time, he didn't use his own pistol but took an M16 from the range for practice. Police inevitably encounter situations requiring significant firepower, and Jimmy's prior practice was minimal. He was accurate with single shots at fixed targets, but burst firing was not up to mark, so he was working to enhance his capabilities.
Practicing at the shooting range had its advantages for Jimmy; he could use his cash up directly without using a card. The range owner was happy to take cash. Although police got a discount, Jimmy's high volume of practice meant his expenditure was still considerable.
The range owner didn't worry about the specifics; if you're paying with cash instead of waiting for the police department to settle the bill, you get a discount or maybe some extra bullets, each getting what they need.
Recently, Jimmy's practice had yielded considerable improvement; if the range had automatic weapons, he would have wanted to experience firing them just to see what it felt like.
It wasn't that he couldn't get them; if he just mentioned it to Justin, even civilian weapons wouldn't be a problem, and he could probably get his hands on military ones as well.
But it wasn't necessary. For now, Jimmy mainly used pistols, revolvers, shotguns, and the M16 rifle. These weapons sufficed; the rest was just the baton he carried on his person.
Jimmy was practicing when his headset received a call from dispatch. Setting down the M16, he told the range manager he was heading out and rushed off.
The range staff were familiar with the routine; they would tidy up and simply report the ammunition used at the end. The counts were generally accurate, with not much variance.
Jimmy drove the police car directly towards North Little Stone City. He was fully armed while practicing, and with the police car just outside the range, responding to calls was very convenient.
In the northeast of Jacksonville City, in North Little Stone City, there were reports of gunshots in a residential area. When Jacksonville police arrived at the scene, the gunfire had not stopped, and two groups were engaging in a furious shootout.
Jacksonville police called for backup from the county police and also called SWAT.
With a shootout ongoing, Jimmy was definitely going to be involved when backup was called—there was an internal agreement about that. To not utilize such combat capability would be a waste.
When Jimmy arrived, the police had already surrounded the block and were progressively shrinking the encirclement towards the location of the earlier shooting.
Eventually, the police advanced to the outside of an apartment building in the innermost area of the encirclement. Since the encirclement was shrinking, the shooters hadn't left the area; it was now confirmed that the individuals involved in the shootout were all on the second floor, spread across three rooms, and the residents on the first floor had been evacuated by the police.
The police began shouting to them, but to the gang members inside, the shouts of the police were ineffective.
Normally, the police would keep shouting until something unusual occurred inside, like someone coming out to surrender or showing intent to shoot. Then they would organize a follow-up response. Today, with Jimmy present, after five minutes of shouting and waiting, he walked straight up the stairs.
He had come with anger and didn't intend to spare anyone. He had already seen the photos provided by the Jacksonville police—two individuals had serious criminal records and were currently out on bail. Jimmy didn't want to hassle and thus asked the Jacksonville police for a bullet-proof shield and went up alone to the second-floor corridor.
The county police also had bullet-proof shields, but Jimmy hadn't included one in his standard gear. He planned to request one later. For Jimmy, using one or both hands didn't make a big difference. With the left hand holding the bullet-proof shield and the right hand free to hold a weapon, his firepower wouldn't be reduced by much.
The SWAT team knew about Jimmy's combat capabilities; they also arranged a shield-carrying team to follow behind him.
Jimmy pressed his walkie-talkie, asking the police downstairs to shout again, giving a final ultimatum. After the ineffective shouting, Jimmy approached the door. The door of this room was wooden, not a security door. Jimmy had kicked down such doors countless times during training; now it was time for real action.
There were four people in the room, taking positions and aiming at the door.
Jimmy protected himself with the shield and kicked hard at the door. The lock was loosened but the door didn't open completely. All four people inside started shooting through the door, aiming outside. Fortunately, everything was blocked by the bullet-proof shield, and Jimmy wasn't injured in the first round of shooting.
Jimmy crouched down, hiding completely behind the shield, and the SWAT team members following him began firing blindly into the room through the door.
After the first round of shooting ended, Jimmy stood up, kicked the door open, and aimed at the positions of the people he had seen through the "Heart Eye Observation". As soon as the door opened, he started shooting the people he had observed shooting from inside, not sparing a single one.
Jimmy entered first, followed by the SWAT team, and both executed indiscriminate firing on the four individuals in the room.
After clearing the room, Jimmy and the SWAT team checked and confirmed the death of all four people. They then exited the room and returned to the second-floor corridor, holding their positions behind shields, ready to enter the next room.
Just then, people inside started shouting their surrender. Jimmy reluctantly shook his head, turned around with the shield, and walked down the stairs.
The city police could handle the rest. It wasn't much related to him, as the procedures weren't complete; he couldn't just force his way in and kill these people.