"Hi, officer, can I help you?" The person who just came out had already started greeting Jimmy from a few meters away. Jimmy, standing on the side of the warehouse, saw that they were not coming any closer, so he didn't wait for them but instead took a few steps forward to the front of a car. He had already calculated the angle, so if things really went south, this car would be his shield.

"Nothing much, just wanted to ask you guys some questions. When did you rent this warehouse?"

"About a year or two ago."

"Oh, it seems like your business is doing quite well. How come Scar didn't come himself?"

The two men's faces changed drastically, and their eyes widened. "What do you mean by that?" "Attack."

The two confirmed that there were no other people around and charged directly at Jimmy, while the people inside the warehouse also started to move, running outside.

Jimmy slightly crouched down. Handling two wasn't a big problem. He first moved two steps to the left, causing the two running side by side to end up one behind the other since human reactions differ. Jimmy reached out with his left hand, grabbed the arm of the man in front, and pulled him toward his rear side. Coupled with a crouching body twist, he threw him out using a judo throw-like technique, utilizing the opponent's forward momentum and his own pull to make his opponent lose balance and then throwing him to the ground.

Having thrown the first man, Jimmy no longer paid attention to him but immediately stood up to face the second one. He lifted his right arm to block the other's hook punch and then grabbed his arm. He reached out with his left hand to grab his clothes, leaned back, and simultaneously extended his right leg to kick the opponent's shin. Then, with a modified leg sweep, he threw him to the ground. Jimmy released the man's arm and punched him in the chest, then left him be as the first man was getting back up.

The throws didn't cause much damage; they just disrupted the opponents' posture, buying enough time to deal with them, but they were not truly incapacitating. Hence, Jimmy rushed forward, gripping his left hand into a fist and aiming it at the opponent's body. As the opponent blocked with his left, Jimmy's right hook landed on his face. Then grabbing the clothes, pulled downward using force, and kicked his shin with his left foot, directly pinning him to the ground.

When the men from the warehouse saw Jimmy had already downed two people, they pulled out handguns and started shooting at their location. Fortunately, they were shooting while running, and their aiming was really poor. Jimmy rolled on the ground to the side of the car, pulled out his Glock, and started shooting directly at the men who came out. Combat skills were only a part of training for Jimmy; with the opponents firing, there were no more reservations needed; he just had to survive per Ruiz's instructions.

Jimmy hid behind the car. The four men from the warehouse, now having lost their target, drew their handguns and started moving towards the car to flank it from both sides. Crouching behind the car, Jimmy stood up just long enough to fire several shots, aiming preemptively, and downed two on one side before quickly ducking back. The other two men started shooting then, but their reaction time couldn't compare to Jimmy's, and by the time they fired, Jimmy had already vanished from sight, forcing them to hit the car instead.

When they ceased firing, Jimmy resumed shooting and hit them in non-lethal parts of their torsos. As long as the ambulance arrived in time, there would be no life-threatening injuries.

Having downed four men, Jimmy turned his gun towards the two on the ground; bearing the pain, they had initially tried to get up and draw their guns. But in a matter of seconds, Jimmy had downed four men, leaving the two with only half their capacity. They hadn't even managed to raise their guns to aim at Jimmy before they stopped moving.

"Drop your guns. Lie down, spread your arms, and place them on the ground." Jimmy aimed his gun at the two, shouting the command.

When the shooting started, the several agents inside the warehouse heard it and immediately dropped what they were doing, drew their guns, and ran outside.

"What happened? Jimmy, are you okay?" Scott shouted as he ran out. By the time the three of them reached the outside of the warehouse, Jimmy's skirmish had already ended, all within just over a minute.

Scott and the others were stunned by the situation in front of them, pointing their guns towards the location where Jimmy and the others were.

Jimmy: "Scott, help disarm those four, cuff them. I'll keep an eye on these two."

At that moment, Scott and the others didn't care who was supposed to give the commands; they aimed their guns at the few people twitching behind the car, kicked away their handguns lying on the ground, pulled out handcuffs from behind their belts, and started cuffing them, then frisked them to ensure there were no other weapons.

"Keep an eye on them, I'm going to call an ambulance." Jimmy told Scott and the others, then took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed 911 to call NYPD and an ambulance to the scene, the ambulance to treat the injured and NYPD to secure the scene.

Then he called Ruiz, "Ruiz, all six captured, four injured, no fatalities. How much longer till you arrive?"

Ruiz, while driving, answered the call, unsure of what to say at this moment. It had been less than ten minutes since he had left Manhattan and entered Brooklyn.

Ruiz said, "Wait for me, a maximum of 15 minutes." He activated the siren and lights on his car and sped toward the warehouse. With the siren and lights, Ruiz was able to drive much faster.

Fortunately, the NYPD was quick; three minutes after the gunfight ended, the first NYPD police car had already arrived at the scene.

Jimmy, holding his credentials, negotiated with them, used their handcuffs to cuff the remaining two lying on the ground, checked for other weapons, and then had them sit against the warehouse wall.

The ambulance and fire engine arrived five minutes later and provided emergency treatment to the four injured before they were taken to the hospital with police accompaniment.

Jimmy and his team were only four people, and three of them were involved in an explosion case, leaving them no manpower to accompany the criminals to the hospital; they had to ask the NYPD for assistance. The forensics team were technicians, not field agents; they didn't have the capacity to accompany the ambulance to watch over the criminals at the hospital.

Ruiz quickly arrived and, seeing the chaotic scene before him, flashed his credentials, crossed the NYPD cordon, and approached the warehouse entrance.

Ruiz asked, "Jimmy, how are you? Are you hurt?"

Jimmy, smiling, said to Ruiz, "Why would I be hurt? I'm fine. By the way, they shot at me first; I returned fire afterwards, and no one died. I completely met your requirements."

Ruiz shook his head, "No, they aren't important, you are. There are many opportunities to catch them; there is no need to go to such lengths."

Jimmy said, "Alright, I'm fine now. Contact someone to investigate the warehouse. As a crime scene, it won't need a search warrant, right? You handle the follow-up procedures."

Ruiz nodded, took out his phone, and began to make calls. Seeing that there was nothing else for him there, Jimmy turned back to Abdul's warehouse.

Jimmy asked, "Scott, how is your investigation going?"

Scott, without looking up and still busy taking photos and organizing the items in the warehouse, said, "Almost done, should be about half an hour. The computer needs to be taken back to the station to let the tech team unlock it before we can check it."

Jimmy said, "OK, I'll wait for you guys outside."

Jimmy was in a good mood after stirring things up, the frustration of having his cases taken away by Gordon and his team had dissipated quite a bit. Handling gang cases was more enjoyable; these gang members were impulsive and violent—just a little provocation would make them lose control, making it efficient to counterattack.

However, this time he needed to carefully consider how to write the report. After all, it was a case with unexpected complications; there had to be a reasonable excuse. Moreover, it looked like he couldn't escape a multi-departmental inquiry this time. Although no one died, shooting and injuring four people was still a significant event.

As Jimmy contemplated how to write the report, he stood by the wall next to the warehouse, smoking. Ruiz looked over at Jimmy, unconsciously shaking his head. Dressed in a suit, leaning against the wall, smoking, Jimmy looked like a young college graduate, otherwise troubled at work and smoking to relieve the stress. Who could guess he was such a tough character?

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