Jimmy, "What kind of pain? Physical or mental?"

Jack, "Unclear. Roland said he passed out at the time, so he couldn't give much advice, but it should enhance your abilities somehow. He still hopes you will inherit the Gunman pedigree. We returned to his hometown, and his people are no more. After all these years, he also hadn't married, so it seems there won't be another Gunman appearing."

Jimmy, "How should I use it?"

Jack, "Just smash it. Simple and violent. At least that's how Roland did it initially with no special method involved. By the way, make sure there are no other people around. I have a suspicion that Roland's method of using it was somewhat flawed, because the man in black had collected several and never used them, and he was a Mage, a theoretically supposed to have some special way to extract the power. Unfortunately, we know nothing; smashing it is the only method we have."

Jimmy nodded, "Thanks, Jack. By the way, Jack, are you married?"

Jack, "Yes, I am married, but she doesn't know about my affairs. The things we have been through over the years aren't something everyone can talk about. How about you? You are 22, 23 now, maybe it's about time to get married too, huh? When I left Roland's place, you were just a kid."

Jimmy smiled, "Not in a rush right now. I need to get on my feet first."

Jimmy took a sip of coffee, then asked, "By the way, Roland gave me two paintings before. Did you paint them?"

Jack, "Yes, but don't ask me. I only caught glimpses of the images, and I have no idea about what they entail. Besides Roland, only you can handle those guns now, even though I don't know why those images exist, but I believe you will handle it well."

Jimmy grimaced and shook his head, "It's not that easy. Those two paintings make me feel like I might die somewhere, but I really don't know what's going to happen. I used to use my own guns. Looking at the guns in the paintings, I thought I was going to inherit Roland's twin guns. Then some time ago you guys delivered two to me, looks like I'm really getting closer to what's in the pictures."

Jack set his coffee cup back on the table, "Well, my purpose here is accomplished. The rest of the road, you have to walk on your own, Jimmy. Don't disappoint Roland."

Jimmy, "Yeah, I will. How do I find you afterward?"

Jack shook his head, "No need. Just live well. Goodbye, Jimmy."

With that, Jack stood up, picked up his coat and a briefcase next to him, left the seat, and walked out of the café.

Jimmy stood up, watched Jack leave, and then sat down again. Jack seemed easy to talk to, but really, there was no significant relationship between them. Jack had left soon after Jimmy had joined Roland, and now, in this world, this was their first meeting, and they couldn't really have any emotional connection. Jack had come to speak to him only out of respect for Roland.

Jimmy looked down at the box at his feet; this was Roland's final gift. Roland had once mentioned while teaching him how to shoot that Jimmy's gun skills were no longer a problem; the biggest issue was his physical fitness. This Black Rainbow was what Roland was relying on for Jimmy's strength.

One of Merlin's thirteen magic powers indeed is very dangerous stuff, and it seemed Jimmy was right not to handle it hastily. Jack had just said that as long as no one was around, just smashing it would work, meaning the energy inside would enter Jimmy's body, enhancing either his physical strength or mental state.

What preparations should be made? Jimmy sipped his coffee and pondered the plan. After finishing, he raised his hand to summon the waiter, not bothering to go back, and ordered a simple meal from the coffee shop to get by.

Jimmy finished his simple meal, grabbed his case, and walked out of the café to his car. "FxxK! Who did this? Who the hell did this!" He saw that the glass on the rear left door of his car had been smashed, with a pile of glass shards on the back seat and a half brick lying nearby.

Poor blue Mercury Tracker, Jimmy's cherished first car, which he had thoroughly refurbished after graduating from the FBI academy. It had only been over half a year, and he had been very careful, yet someone had smashed his window. Who the fuck did this!

Jimmy looked around. There weren't many people, but just looking around wouldn't reveal who had smashed it. He looked at the surrounding shops; none had outdoor cameras. "Fxxk!" He could only resign himself to his bad luck. Jimmy opened the car door, placed the case on the passenger seat, and drove forward to find a repair shop to clean up the glass inside and replace the window. Spending money didn't hurt as much as seeing his car damaged.

Mercury's parts were luckily plentiful, as they were manufactured in the United States. Soon Jimmy's window was intact again. After cleaning the back seat and floor, he drove off and also stopped at the leather shop he had visited before. Since he had brought two guns this time, he might as well get the holsters sorted—a double shoulder holster and two belt holsters.

The Mediterranean store owner was warmly accommodating as usual, and glanced at Jimmy's cross necklace. The leather cord that had been prepared earlier satisfied Jimmy, and since then, he had strung it with the cross pendant, though he hadn't felt anything special yet. Perhaps the conditions for using the cross weren't met yet. He hoped it was genuinely useful. It had been a while since he had seen Father Horton; if all else failed, he might return to Dallas.

The two old guns surprised the store owner. They were not traditional Remington 1875s but modified revolver versions, not commonly seen. The owner took the measurements, recorded them in a notebook, and then let Jimmy choose the holster styles.

After selecting the styles, Jimmy successfully reserved the holsters and then returned to his apartment. He stored the case and started preparing. Since Jack had no idea whether Black Rainbow affected the body or the mind, it was best to prepare some things in advance. If it targeted the body, he at least needed to prepare a stock of medicines and high-energy foods; if it targeted the mind, that would be troubling, as Jimmy was completely unfamiliar with such matters.

While working, Jimmy inquired about medical monitoring devices. If he were to proceed, it would be best to have an automatic alarm feature to prevent accidents, in case he became unconscious or encountered other situations where he couldn't manage timely interventions.

But this was indeed too risky. Jimmy always felt a bit uneasy about risking the completely unknown for the strength enhancement promised by Black Rainbow that Roland had given him. He was really hesitant about whether to proceed.

Everything went smoothly at work. A few days later, Chris came back, though his left arm was still wrapped in a bandage hanging around his neck. The good news was that the bandages on his head had been removed. It seemed that other than his left arm, there were no other injuries.

After Chris returned, he began reviewing the work Jimmy had done during his absence. He pulled up the cases Jimmy had been involved in and reviewed them from start to finish. Chris wasn't concerned about whom Jimmy had killed; Hughes and OPR were more concerned about that. The Manhattan office's kill count had reached the previous year's total in just six months.

Actually, FBI cases rarely required drastic measures, and only a hothead like Jimmy would act this way. They usually pursued case resolution and capturing the clues behind the crimes, while Jimmy directly eliminated violent criminals to prevent them from being prematurely released by the courts or prisons.

This had been discussed many times before, and since there wasn't strong opposition, they let Jimmy continue with his methods.

After reviewing all the files, Chris spoke with Jimmy about a guitarist case he had assisted NYPD with. Jimmy relayed the latest clues to Chris. Currently, the case was still with NYPD, but it was expected to be put on hold as they had many other tasks.

Chris nodded, said he would communicate with Chuck, and then left the office, leaving Jimmy alone and confused. He had thought Chris would immediately assign tasks to continue working. He had already come to the office; wasn't it supposed to be straight to work?

Sitting in the office reading files and spacing out was really boring. The FBI wasn't like the county police, who handled various tasks, and so had many support missions. At the FBI, Jimmy hardly received any external assistance tasks.

(A new monitor has arrived, I will catch up on the chapters I missed while I was away.)

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