Jimmy surged forward, leaving the intersection behind. He swiveled to the side, pulling one wheel of the car onto the sidewalk to a stop. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he turned to his right and craned his neck past the car seat headrest to look back at the intersection.
The gunfire he'd just heard was all too familiar because he usually carried that gun himself, a Smith & Wesson M686-1. After nearly two years of use, he was acutely familiar with the sound of it firing Magnum bullets.
Since Jimmy had dashed forward, the shooter at the intersection had started running toward him. The gunman was a young Hispanic male with curly hair and no beard, brandishing a revolver.
Jimmy took a quick glance left and right down the road. The sound of gunfire had sent pedestrians by the intersection scattering in all directions, with some even lying flat on the sidewalk, hugging close to the curb.
The sudden acceleration from Jimmy's car had thrown other vehicles into disarray, but after the shots rang out, they hurriedly sped away from the intersection.
Spotting no other gunmen, Jimmy reached to open the driver's side door. He rolled over on the seat and exited the vehicle immediately without regard for appearances; he needed to use the car seat as cover from the gunman's view. If he had taken the time to sit up properly and then get out, he would have been shot numerous times by then.
Hiding behind the car's hood, Jimmy shouted loudly, "Plaskey County Police, put down your weapon!"
Jimmy was no superhero. Being shot could kill or injure him, so his first response wasn't to return fire from within the car, but to take cover behind the engine to avoid getting hit.
After calling out and completing the protocol, the Hispanic youth had crossed the intersection and made it to Jimmy's side, firing at Jimmy's car as he ran.
"Bang bang," Jimmy, sheltering behind the car hood, used Heart Eye to locate the still-moving figure in the street and reached above the hood to fire off two shots.
The Hispanic young man paused for a moment to dodge the bullets, then fired another two at Jimmy's car before ducking behind a roadside wall to reload his weapon.
Counting the shots, six in total—same as his own gun—Jimmy used Heart Eye to see his opponent reloading. He then ducked from the car's front to the side, bending over and aiming his pistol at the corner of the wall.
"Plaskey County Police, drop your weapon, raise your hands and come out to surrender!"
What responded to Jimmy wasn't compliance but rather a gun barrel poking around the corner, firing blindly in the direction of his car. Another six shots discharged, and Jimmy didn't wait for more.
Jimmy moved to the right, gun aimed steadily at the corner. Obviously, the Hispanic youth's reloading speed was no match for his own. When Jimmy could see him, he immediately fired at the young man's legs. The Hispanic man yelled out in pain and fell backward to the ground.
Yes, Jimmy hadn't killed him outright. He had an ominous hunch that the gun in the man's hand was the very one he'd lost.
"Drop your weapon and surrender, raise your hands."
"Pfft pfft," several more gunshots rang out, but this time from behind Jimmy. He quickly threw himself to the roadside, rolling several times as the sounds of gunfire continued.
There was something off about this gunfire; the suppressed sounds indicated the use of silencers, which made Jimmy's heart sink once more. Hell, both culprits might be using his own guns.
Clearly, this person was not a good shot, as they had failed to hit any of Jimmy's vital areas, except for one bullet that struck his left calf.
Jimmy rolled to the side of the car, taking cover beside the rear wheel hub, "Shit!" Jimmy reached for his left calf, the bullet hadn't penetrated, it appeared to be a subsonic bullet with reduced load, which had not directly pierced through Jimmy's calf muscle.
The situation had been too dangerous, Jimmy's heartbeat had already sped up, and now his breathing became even more rapid.
Jimmy's "Heart Eye" had been activated, he looked towards the other side of the road, at the corner of the wall across the intersection, where another person was still hiding. However, Jimmy had initially thought that person was lying on the ground to avoid the gunfire like a passerby, which was a careless assumption, he hadn't considered that this person was strategic.
Jimmy turned his head towards the Hispanic young man who had been shot, he had already gotten up. It was clear that he hadn't finished reloading his revolver just yet, and now one could see the silhouette of his hands still loading bullets into the cylinder.
With enemies to his left and right, there was no time for hesitation anymore, Jimmy fired three shots towards the person with the silenced pistol, hitting the corner of the wall where he was hiding and causing him to flinch and take cover.
After firing six bullets, Jimmy had already taken a magazine out of his pocket, his reloading speed was much faster than that of the Hispanic, Jimmy had finished reloading and raised his handgun while the Hispanic was just getting the cylinder back in place.
When the Hispanic young man finished reloading and poked his head out from the corner to observe, Jimmy fired three shots directly, one hit the head, and two hit the corner of the wall. It wasn't that Jimmy's aim was poor, but he had no intention of holding back, the first shot aimed for the head, while the second and third shots were moving downwards, preparing to aim for the chest.
After the Hispanic young man fell to the ground without any movement, Jimmy confirmed that one adversary was down, he then turned his attention back to the person with the silenced handgun. Jimmy's car was only about ten meters away from the corner of the wall where the man was hiding, Jimmy could see that person sticking out his hand with the pistol from behind the corner, then leaning out to observe Jimmy's position.
The "Heart Eye's" X-ray vision gave Jimmy a considerable advantage.
In the gunman's eyes, Jimmy was hiding on the side of the car, not showing his head, not observing his position; therefore, he left the corner, gun aimed at Jimmy's car, slowly moving towards the side of Jimmy's vehicle.
In Jimmy's eyes, the gunman's movements were fully transparent; what he needed was a clear line of sight. Once the gunman left the corner, for Jimmy, it was like shooting at a fixed target.
The gunman moved onto the highway, Jimmy aimed from the side, waiting for him to come into his line of sight, then fired the remaining three bullets—all of which hit, one struck the head and two hit the chest. The gunman lost his ability to resist the moment he was shot, collapsing to the ground, and due to a nerve reaction, his pistol discharged a bullet.
Both gunmen were taken down, Jimmy finally had time to take out his phone and call for emergency assistance, he first reloaded his revolver, then took out his phone to dial 911.
"911, what can I assist you with?"
"Plaskey County Police Officer Jimmy Yang, there's been a shootout at the intersection next to the LRPD station; two gunmen are dead, I've been shot, I need an ambulance and a tow truck."
Jimmy reported the situation and then hung up the phone directly.
The gunfight hadn't lasted long, and given it was right next to the police station, the area was already filled with the sound of police sirens. Several police cars quickly rushed over, and Jimmy finally felt completely at ease. He tucked his revolver back into his underarm holster and held the county police badge high above the trunk of the car.