After the person in the attic had fired four shots, he started to change the magazine. It was clear that he hadn't replaced his magazine since he had shot out in the street earlier. Jimmy could see his actions clearly and began firing at the floor to avoid being too obvious. Four of Jimmy's six bullets were intentionally shot next to and in front of the suspect, while the last two were aimed at the figure in the attic. The person in the attic was hit twice, but he didn't die immediately; instead, he shouted loudly while changing the magazine and fired at the floor again. However, he had no idea where Jimmy was, so his shots were wildly off target.

After changing his bullets behind the wall, Jimmy watched the man's movements, which showed no sign of stopping. Jimmy got tired of the hassle and fired all six rounds of his second volley. The person in the attic immediately fell backward.

With the danger eliminated, sirens began to sound outside. Jimmy changed his bullets but didn't climb the stairs to apprehend the suspect. The figure in the attic was still twitching, seeming not to have died yet but without making any sound, it was unlikely he would survive much longer.

"Dallas Police, put your weapons down," a man's voice sounded from outside. The Dallas Police had arrived quickly. In such a large city of millions, there were many officers, and consequently, many patrol cars on the roads, allowing for a swift response.

"FBI, don't shoot, the suspect is likely shot."

Jimmy didn't holster his revolver but instead stayed behind the wall watching the door. Two policemen had already positioned themselves on either side of the door; they didn't rush in. After Jimmy shouted "FBI," the person on the left aimed at the room as he entered, with the person on the right following, aiming in another direction of the room.

"FBI agent here, don't shoot," Jimmy called out, holstered his gun, and slowly moved out, hands raised to avoid alarming the policemen.

"The suspect is in the attic. I fired through the wooden floor at him—no movement now. Call an ambulance," Jimmy explained, an FBI badge hanging around his neck. Even though he was dressed in casual clothes, the policemen no longer aimed at him.

One policeman came over while the other climbed the ladder, peeked into the attic, and then came back down. The walking policeman checked the FBI credentials Jimmy pulled out of his pocket and returned them to him.

The policeman asked, "What happened?"

Jimmy put his credentials back in his pocket and explained, "I was driving when a bullet shattered my car window. After I stopped and reported it, I came over here. The suspect was firing randomly at cars, causing traffic chaos. After my warning was ignored, he shot at me, and I returned fire, likely hitting him because then he went quiet."

Policeman: "I understand. Please wait here for a while and then come with us to the police station to make a statement."

Jimmy nodded. Since the situation was urgent, he had rushed over, invoking emergency provisions to stop violent crimes, which wasn't a big issue. Although he had stepped on the toes of the city police, it wasn't likely to cause further problems.

Jimmy: "I need to make a phone call to inform my office."

The policeman nodded, and Jimmy took out his phone and dialed Agent Ray Hope, as he didn't have Manager Lambert's number. In the Dallas office, Ray Hope was the only one Jimmy had a number for, a contact from a previous case where Lambert had asked Ray to assist him with research.

Jimmy asked Ray to inform Manager Lambert that he was going to the Dallas Police Station to make a statement and then hung up, unaware of how much of a headache this call would cause Lambert.

Lambert had reviewed Jimmy's file again. According to the case investigations and corresponding reports in his file, he understood why Hughes was frustrated. Having a subordinate as capable as Jimmy was something anyone would like, but in many cases, killing a suspect wasn't the best outcome. It undeniably impeded further case processing and uncovering of additional leads. Thus, normally, the focus should be on apprehending suspects.

Now, most of the cases Jimmy dealt with ended in death. Not to mention digging into follow-ups, just closing the current case was troublesome. He needed to fill out reports, explain to his superiors, and take many unnecessary steps.

Lambert was currently looking at a photocopy of Jimmy's report on the case at National Park. He had arranged for detectives to assess the report, to check for any oversights by Jimmy and to analyze its reasonableness. Suddenly, Detective Ray came up from downstairs and reported that Jimmy, while driving, had encountered a random shooter. Then, astonishingly, he had killed the gunman before the Dallas police arrived at the scene. Fxxk, could he not be so quick?

After thinking it over, Lambert decided to send Detective Ray Hope to the Dallas police station on his behalf to cooperate with Jimmy in giving a statement and to bring Jimmy back with him.

At the scene of the shooting, Jimmy had not been handcuffed, but he couldn't leave yet, so he could only sit in the passenger seat of the police car and watch the policemen busy outside. Since a random shooting had occurred, many police officers had arrived. Approximately a dozen police cars surrounded the gunman's house front and back. Some officers entered the room to investigate, while others took photos of the bullet-struck cars on the street for documentation.

Jimmy's Victoria Crown had also been driven over by the police. There was a bullet hole in the rear left door's glass, the bullet having penetrated the back seat and lodged underneath it. Jimmy was indeed lucky, had the bullet been off by several centimeters, it would have been fatal for him.

After the ambulance arrived, it declared the gunman dead and then left with the body. The police investigated the scene, put up caution tape, and took Jimmy back to the Dallas police station.

Jimmy was taken to an interrogation room by the police. After the officers left, Detective Ray came in, followed by a policeman.

Jimmy: "Hi, Ray, thanks for your effort."

Ray: "It's nothing. Have you given your statement yet?"

Jimmy: "Not yet, I just got brought in by the police."

Ray turned to look at the sergeant next to him, "Arrange for the statement as soon as possible, Mike."

Sergeant Mike nodded and walked out.

Ray didn't sit down but walked over to Jimmy and sat directly on the table. "What exactly happened?"

Jimmy: "Listen during the statement; I don't want to repeat myself. It was all an accident."

Ray nodded, stood by the side, and when the door to the inquiry room opened, two policemen came in with paper and pen to start taking Jimmy's statement.

The incident was very straightforward. Jimmy was accidentally involved in a random street shooting. Afterwards, under the aim of ensuring public safety, he attempted to arrest the suspect. The suspect shot at Jimmy, leading to a gunfight where the suspect was killed.

After Jimmy's statement was completed, Ray bid farewell to the sergeant and took Jimmy with him. Jimmy's car had already been brought to the police station by the police, conveniently allowing Jimmy to drive it back to the FBI Dallas office. Ah, another car switch.

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