Jimmy and Paul made their way to the training center, where Jimmy learned some things he hadn't been clear about before.

The Judicial Department's SOG is very special; they are not like FBI's SWAT and HRT. All SOG members are selected from the court police, which means, strictly speaking, they are part-timers.

However, upon being selected for SOG, they temporarily leave their regular court police duties and enter training at the training center. After completing their training, the court police do not all remain on standby at the training center; instead, according to the squad's arrangements, most of them return to their original court police departments to await assignment. Furthermore, members selected for SOG normally regroup for three weeks of concentrated training every six months, as planned.

The number of SOG members is very small, much fewer than Jimmy had imagined. There are only four squads, each with 12 members, which is far fewer than FBI's SWAT but about the same as the top-tier HRT, which has about 50 members selected from special forces. In contrast, the caliber of SOG members is somewhat lacking.

Paul himself was court police from Louisiana, and his trip to New York was directly following a mission without any rest, bringing his squad with him. After this training session, he would be on standby, returning to his regular duties.

The SOG training ground was not very large, only a few dozen acres. There weren't many personnel, but Jimmy wasn't assigned to the spare dormitories; instead, he stayed in a guest room at the training ground.

After settling his suitcase, Jimmy changed into the training clothing Paul had provided, and together they toured the training ground to get acquainted with the facilities.

Despite its small size, the training ground was fully equipped with facilities for helicopter rappelling, diving, a shooting range, and various types of urban simulations—a bit larger than the training grounds Jimmy had experienced at the FBI academy.

Seeing the ropes dangling from a simulation building, Jimmy felt an itch in his hands. He put on gloves to test the rope's feel, then climbed up to the third-floor window. This was the result of long-term training from his previous life. Though he hadn't done this in a long time, the familiar sensation was still deeply ingrained. With just a minor refresher, climbing a rope felt almost instinctive.

"Clap clap clap," Paul applauded from below as Jimmy peered out from the third-floor window over the desolate area—it made sense for a training ground to be away from urban centers.

Jimmy slid down the rope smoothly with his hands, "You're quite skilled, have you trained before?" Paul reached out and patted Jimmy's arm, which was still tense from climbing the rope, looking very solid.

"Yeah, I've studied it before, but it's been a long time since I last tried. I didn't warm up just now, so my arms are a bit sore. I need to rest for a bit." Jimmy rubbed his arms to ease the muscles.

"Very impressive. Your speed was already quite fast for our standards," Paul chatted with Jimmy as they walked, asking about some FBI training activities.

FBI agents' training courses differ from SOG's, and if one were to make a comparison, it would be more appropriate to compare SOG with FBI local SWAT teams.

After touring part of the training ground, Paul brought Jimmy back to his lodging, emphasizing the need for good rest because training exercises would begin the next morning.

The next day, Jimmy ate breakfast and went to the range first, as Paul and the others had regular training activities, and Jimmy took this time to warm up.

While Paul and his team trained, Jimmy mainly did physical warm-ups and then practiced shooting with his issued gun. The range provided various types of ammunition, which allowed Jimmy to really enjoy himself, including rifles provided by the range.

The range was very well-stocked; Jimmy even found six-round magazines for revolvers, which were perfect for testing his smoothness in using a magazine. Since learning how to quickly load bullets individually from Roland, Jimmy hadn't tried these magazines again. Because his manual loading was very fast, taking just over a second per load, he had outperformed many others.

Jimmy loaded the bullets, placed the magazine on the counter, fired the gun, ejected the cartridge, loaded the magazine, and fired—a seamless process, still very smooth. Of course, due to a slight rustiness, his loading speed was a bit slower, but it was still very efficient. This magazine was indeed very useful and quite handy.

After reloading, Jimmy set down the revolver and started practicing with a Glock. Paul's routine training session ended and he too came to the range.

Paul: "Hey, Jimmy, how's it going?"

Jimmy: "Just warming up. Have you guys finished training?"

Paul nodded, "Then let's head to the simulation training ground."

Jimmy nodded, gathered his gun, and followed Paul to the simulation training ground. He had seen it the day before; it was just an ordinary apartment building setup.

Jimmy: "Paul, how are you planning to conduct the exercise?"

Paul: "Two scenarios, hostage rescue and witness protection. Of course, you'll be on the opposite side. Also, the last item will be a review of our combat at the crossroads."

Jimmy nodded: "No problem."

Jimmy and Paul moved to the side, where their training gear, along with training guns and ammunition, was laid out. Compared to the equipment of the New York FBI support team, this was much better—after all, it was from the Judicial Department, which had a significantly higher per capita budget than the FBI.

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