Jimmy: "Does his friend have any clues?" I've checked before, this Brown doesn't have any direct family members, which isn't a good sign at his age. Given his "profession," the most likely people he would contact are those from his old gang.

Mahong shook his head, "His gang has been swallowed up, there's no one he can contact now."

Jimmy was speechless too. It's really difficult to figure out the personal relationships of someone dedicated to gang life. Finding such a person is a big problem.

While Mahong was aimlessly wandering around Newburgh City with Jimmy and Philicia looking for him, the fugitive Brown finally met up with his friend. A former gang brother drove to Newburgh and arrived at the prearranged spot in the evening.

Soon, Brown emerged from the sewer and knocked on the window of his gang brother's car. After opening the door, Brown got into the back seat, "Get me out of this hellhole, brother."

Gang member: "FXXK, what's that smell? Did you fall into a cesspit?" Although he complained, he didn't linger and started the car to drive away immediately.

Arriving at a suburban motel, the gang member booked a room. Brown sneaked into the room, took a shower, placed all his clothes into a bag, and changed into clothes brought by the gang member, finally getting rid of the stench he had picked up in the sewer.

The two spent a night in the room. Brown drove away by himself the next morning, while the brother who had brought him there took a taxi back to Newburgh, and afterwards, he left the area by bus.

After searching for two days, Jimmy and his team had to temporarily give up, as Manhattan couldn't be completely neglected. Mahong asked Jimmy to return to Manhattan first, while he and Philicia planned to conduct a detailed investigation at Brown's place of birth.

Jimmy had no objections. Although he wanted to participate in the investigation, Mahong was right; three members of the Homicide Team couldn't all stay outside. There always needed to be someone on duty. Mahong and Philicia were old partners and worked well together in investigations.

As for any problems with Jimmy going back alone, Mahong wasn't worried at all. Before he came to Manhattan, Jimmy had been acting head of the Homicide Team for a few months, proving fully capable. Additionally, Jimmy's combat capabilities were formidable. Although Mahong had not seen them in action, just reviewing the case files was enough to imagine them.

Jimmy and Mahong bid farewell, and Jimmy drove back to Manhattan. This time he didn't go home to rest but went straight to the office. While his memory was still fresh, he needed to start writing the report.

Having caught one fugitive, whether it was from the prison side or the FBI side, Jimmy had given sufficient explanation. Since they couldn't find the other fugitive for now, it made sense to finalize the current report. For Jimmy, this was a sort of closure, and it wasn't like they had completely neglected their duties; Mahong was still out investigating with Philicia, so no one could accuse them of not being earnest.

After finishing his report, Jimmy was finally relieved. This time, pursuing fugitive Riley was mostly handled by Jimmy alone. Most of the time, he was on his own, so aside from finding Riley's body at the end, his report also included his own deductive process. This report wasn't the final one; it was just recorded for now. Later, when they officially closed the case, Philicia would surely write the report afresh.

Jimmy took some bullets from the drawer downstairs, replenishing the stock in his assigned car. This time dealing with the ghosts, Jimmy had fired many shots, almost emptying his ammunition.

Tomorrow wasn't the weekend, but since he had been out hunting criminals for several days, it was a good time to compensate for the previous days off, essentially treating it as time off. Of course, he had already discussed this with Mahong beforehand. If he hadn't, going straight home to rest would have been a big problem.

Jimmy drove his own car, the Mercury, to the police station, familiarly making his way to the detective's office, only to see Nia with a bandage wrapped around her head, which immediately made his head buzz. They had been talking on the phone for the past few days, and Nia hadn't mentioned her injury at all.

Jimmy spoke up at the office door: "Nia, what happened to you?"

Chuck looked up at Jimmy and said to Nia, "Hey, Jimmy, long time no see."

Jimmy greeted Chuck and continued towards Nia, "You didn't tell me you got hurt. What happened?"

Nia waved it off nonchalantly, "There was a bit of an accident while making an arrest, but it's nothing."

Jimmy pulled up a chair and sat down, "Did you get injured anywhere else? Let me see."

Nia pushed Jimmy away, "That's enough, go rest for a bit. I'll be off work after I handle this."

Alright, even though Chuck and the others were in a small office, there were still a few people around, not wanting to disturb them, Jimmy got up and went to the lounge next door, poured a cup of coffee, and rested while reading the newspaper. He had drunk coffee too many times in every agency, and even though it was only dishwater-level coffee, Jimmy had gotten used to it, he had to make do, boiling water was out of the question here, it wasn't the custom.

When Nia got off work, Jimmy drove her to find a restaurant for dinner. Since they hadn't made a reservation advance, they couldn't eat at some of the better places and had to casually find a decent-looking restaurant nearby. It seemed quite busy inside, although he didn't know if it would be particularly good, he could at least be sure it wouldn't taste bad.

After sitting down and ordering, Jimmy looked at Nia and asked, "What exactly happened? How did you get injured on your head?"

Nia, "The day before yesterday we were arresting a person suspected in a rape case; I was hit by him during the chase and banged my head against the wall, nothing serious, just a scrape."

Jimmy, "Are you kidding? How could a wall-scraping warrant wrapping this much bandage?"

Nia, "Really, it'll just be a day or two more and then I can take it off, it's nothing. What about you? How's the case going?"

Jimmy, "Caught one, another one had others chasing after, I came back to be on duty."

It's normal for police to get injured, not to mention shootings, often chasing suspects results in bumps and scrapes.

Jummy and Nia were sitting by the window, which was a decent spot, except that Nia's bandaged head was too noticeable, drawing many unintended glances. Jimmy was helpless; he had just come back, and nothing was prepared at home, otherwise he could have cooked something. Nia, however, seemed unfazed, seemingly completely indifferent to the stares, appearing very relaxed.

In the midst of subtle onlooking, their dinner arrived, and they chatted as they ate, time slowly passing.

Suddenly, Jimmy heard a not-so-loud gunshot; he turned his head towards the outside where two cars sped by, the sound of gunshots getting closer.

"Get away from the window, take cover," Jimmy immediately shouted to Nia, and he himself headed behind a nearby wall. The restaurant was on the first floor of a building, and such masonry would certainly be enough to withstand bullets from handguns.

"What happened?" Although Nia was puzzled, she also got up and moved to the side.

Jimmy, while looking outside, said, "There's gunfire." Soon the sound was loud enough for everyone to hear.

The enhancements Black Rainbow made to Jimmy were not just mental; his physical abilities were also somewhat improved, his hearing notably better than before. Previously, while tracking the Boxer, he could hear muffled gunshots that others on the street and parking lot security hadn't noticed, which led him to some speculations already.

Now, while Nia hadn't heard the gunshots at all, he had heard them earlier, another piece of evidence. And he could directly observe the fast-moving cars in the distance, indicating his eyesight had also improved, though he wasn't sure what other aspects might have been enhanced.

"Bang, bang, bang," followed by several gunshots and the roaring sound of car engines, two vehicles sped past the restaurant, the gunfire still not ceasing, though not very frequent. From the sound, it seemed likely two or maybe three guns were exchanging fire, and from afar, a police car was fast approaching with its siren and lights flashing.

Jimmy and Nia sat back down after the gunfire had moved on. The sounds had startled others too, but without Jimmy's keen hearing and warning, they had not moved to cover until the gunfire was nearly upon them, causing a small panic.

"Ah~~ I've been shot, call 911," screamed a poor soul not too far away. He turned his head and saw the unfortunate fellow clutching his shoulder, blood already visible on his hands.

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