The car window was open; he must have spoken to the police just now and opened the window. Jimmy reached out to pull him, leaning towards the back seat. The gunman's mouth was already bleeding, suggesting that Jimmy had hit his lungs or stomach from behind. He checked for a pulse, there was a faint one, but it was obvious that it was beyond help.

"Fxxk!!!" Jimmy's gun-holding right hand lowered as he walked toward the fallen officer, cursing under his breath.

"Brother, how are you feeling? Where were you shot?" Jimmy crouched beside the wounded officer, reaching out to check.

"Abdomen and leg, ah!" Jimmy's hand touched his waist, coming away with blood. It seemed like a lot of blood had been lost.

"Hang in there, the ambulance is almost here." Jimmy turned to another officer who had just come out of the car with a medical kit.

"Tourniquet, deal with the leg injury first. Give me gauze and bandages." Jimmy directed the uninjured officer as they urgently bandaged the unfortunate fellow, prioritizing stopping the bleeding.

"Are you hurt?" Jimmy asked the other officer while working.

"No, I'm good." The officer didn't stop his hands. The tourniquet was an old one from the days when Jimmy was with the county police, the kind that needed to be tightened and then stuck in place. There were a lot of issues with this type of tourniquet, but nobody had complained since it had been in use for a long time.

While they were urgently stopping the bleeding, another police car arrived, and two patrol officers got out to help.

After they hurriedly finished the work, Jimmy said to the uninjured officer, "Stand still, I want to check you out."

This was a matter of priority as well, to deal with the urgent cases first. Now that there was time, he would examine this officer to make sure he hadn't been shot. In a gunfight, with nerves on edge and adrenaline surging, it was easy to ignore pain, Jimmy had experienced this before.

Fortunately, he really hadn't been shot. Together, they removed the injured officer's Bullet-Proof Vest and checked the rest of his body until the sound of the ambulance siren could be heard.

Jimmy picked up the Python from the ground and just stood there amidst the chaos. The gunman hadn't been declared dead and was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. An officer accompanied the ambulance to keep an eye on the gunman.

Once the ambulance left, the agent who hadn't been shot walked over to Jimmy, "Agent Yang, maybe you should go put some clothes on."

Jimmy was startled for a moment, then looked down and realized, damn, he had been so tense that he had been bustling around in just his underwear, without even wearing shoes.

Jimmy: "Wait here for me." He then ran towards the hotel.

The gunfight had already attracted attention from the surrounding area, Jimmy had already seen someone with a camera, and broadcasting the footage would be a total social death for him.

Jimmy, holding his FBI badge and revolver, jogged across the street to the hotel and re-entered the elevator amid the shocked gaze of the staff, returning to his room.

First washing the blood off his hands, then his feet, checking for wounds or foreign objects, he also inspected the wound on his waist to be sure it hadn't reopened. Finally, he dressed, reloaded the Python, and resumed his agent appearance.

Jimmy checked the time, it was the middle of the night. He called the FBI office, instructing the duty officer to notify the Forensic Unit to come for inspection, and requested two more agents to review the building's security footage and determine where the sniper had fired from.

After arranging the crime scene investigation, Jimmy thought for a moment and called Alexander Macro. Although it was over, it was still best to inform him. Macro had been investigating the attacks on Jimmy recently, and this time, capturing a live suspect could be a major breakthrough. Moreover, whatever the gunman had in the car might yield some unexpected findings.

Halfway through the night, when Macro's phone rang, he reflexively grabbed it, and sure enough, it was Jimmy on the other line with a scarier update. Last time, someone had sneaked into Jimmy's apartment bedroom, but this time the assault was a sniper attack from the opposite building.

The most terrifying part was, besides an incredible close-quarters gunfight, was Jimmy really able to dodge a sniper as well?

Instantly dressing, Macro left for the scene of the shootout.

Jimmy waited for the FBI at the site, while NYPD police set up barricades around, installed high-intensity spotlights for the scene investigation and evidence collection, and directed officers to stop traffic from both sides to prevent bystanders from entering the scene and compromising the integrity of the evidence.

Macro flashed his credentials at the scene: "Jimmy, how are you?"

Jimmy shook his head, "I'm fine. It's just that the gunman was shot and is seriously injured. We intended to take him alive."

Mahong said, "As long as you're okay, that's what matters. This is the third time in just over a week, Jimmy. Who could you have possibly angered?"

Jimmy spread his hands, "I have no idea, I'm the victim here. I was just sleeping when suddenly I got sniped from outside. After that, it was about finding the person. The NYPD sealed off the building, and a shootout occurred when the gunman rushed the police car blockade in the parking lot. I fired five shots from behind, hitting his torso three times."

Mahong looked over the scene, pondering the situation. "Alright, Jimmy, leave this to me, and you go and rest. Remember to get your wound checked at the hospital during the day."

Jimmy nodded, "Then I'll head back to the hotel. Thanks for handling things here."

Mahong's tone changed a bit, as if he had noticed something. Jimmy wasn't sure, but these increasing attacks indeed made it hard not to think there was something suspect. What in the world had Jimmy done to provoke such a dedicated assailant behind the scenes?

As Jimmy returned to the hotel, Mahong turned and watched him. Mahong approached the gunman's car, where the forensic team was investigating, and he stood beside them, watching as they collected items from the vehicle.

Back at the hotel, Jimmy couldn't sleep. His bed and covers, riddled with bullet holes, still needed to be examined by the forensics team. Since there weren't many people available at night, they were still working on the scene and would come to Jimmy's room only after they were finished there.

Jimmy turned on the TV, grabbed some cigarettes and an ashtray, and sat down on the sofa, slowly passing the time.

Just as Jimmy expected, the shootout became news again. The morning news broadcast showed live scenes from the incident. Even though it was the middle of the night, those who worked the night beat didn't rest, and the camera crew Jimmy had seen at the scene managed to capture all the grisly details and his less-than-dignified appearance in just his underwear.

Aside from highlighting the rampant gun violence and poor security, Jimmy's physique also became an aspect, a subject of levity in the case. What circumstances could lead a man clad only in his underwear, armed with a gun, to get involved in a shootout? It must have been so urgent that he didn't have time to dress, not even to put on shoes.

Watching the footage on TV, Jimmy could only sigh. Although they had pixelated faces, the original footage surely didn't have such censorship. If anyone were to investigate later, he was bound to become famous, but certainly not for a glorious reason.

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Washington, D.C., command center.

Wendell exclaimed, "Rick, wake up, there's been an incident."

Rick had fallen asleep in his chair and was abruptly woken by Wendell. "What happened?" he asked groggily.

Wendell reported, "We failed. Our man is critically injured and in the hospital fighting for his life. Number 13 is unharmed."

Rick asked in surprise, "What happened?"

Wendell explained, "We're not clear on the specifics yet, we just know a shootout took place, and a gunman has been taken to the hospital. Our person hasn't checked in; we learned about this from the news."

Wendell fired up the computer and played the news broadcast he had obtained after hearing about the incident.

Rick lost all desire to sleep, concentrating on the footage before him. After a long think, he said, "Look into who's handling Jimmy's case at the FBI now."

Wendell didn't check the computer records but instead picked up the phone and dialed outstraight away.

After a few calls, Wendell hung up and turned to Rick, "DHS has assigned two agents, but the lead is Number 13's boss, Alexander Mahong."

Rick commanded, "Let DHS take over the case. I need to make a phone call."

The situation was now somewhat complicated. Rick and his team had spent a lot of time on a plan that involved sending an agent to New York for a long-range sniping mission on Jimmy, and now it had all fallen through, with the agent still alive, leaving no one to guarantee he wouldn't spill any details.

What was most important now was to strip the New York authorities of their jurisdiction over the case and then to make contact to manage the situation.

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