Jimmy had volunteered for this one; it wasn't like he was an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire. He could have done what other passersby did: abandon their blocked cars, hide behind them and wait for the police to take down the suspect, or, as another option, wait for the suspect to take down the police and then flee. But when faced with a scene that started with an explosion and was followed by a gunfight, Jimmy had no intention of completely ignoring the situation. For him, whether it be professional duty or personal morals, ignoring such an incident was not an option.

Fundamentally, Jimmy had his own sense of justice, whether in his past life or in this one.

Fortunately, the outcome was rather positive in the end: the four officers checked each other and none had been shot. Their two patrol cars, however, were totaled. Even if the cars could be driven, they would need to be towed away to have all the bullets and shrapnel cleaned out of them; and it wouldn't be surprising if the engine and transmission needed major repairs or if the cars were declared total losses.

After waiting a few minutes, the cacophony of police sirens approached. One by one, patrol cars rushed to the scene from the shoulder of the road. It was all in the police's hands now. Jimmy turned to head back to his car, and those in the crowd behind him gradually began to move forward—except for those in the first few rows of vehicles.

Initially, Jimmy had intended to go straight back to New York once traffic cleared up, but unfortunately, he had fired shots, and his marksmanship had been significant. After the police up ahead finished their checks, they followed the line of cars to find him and invited him to turn around and return to Philadelphia.

There was no getting out of it this time. If he had left earlier, it would have been one thing, but it would be overstepping to leave now. Under the direction of the police, Jimmy took a turn from the shoulder onto a gap in the opposite lane, following the police cars in a U-turn back to Philadelphia.

The Philadelphia Police Department had already deployed in force due to the four officers being pinned down by the gunfire. It was only after Jimmy intervened that they gradually regained control. By the time they were returning, details of the battle had already been relayed back to the station. As this convoy of patrol cars brought Jimmy back to the station, many officers, including the Chief of Police, were lined up downstairs for a welcome.

Jimmy parked his car in front of the station, and an officer sporting four stars approached, "Welcome. I am Chief Richard Gambler. Thank you for assisting the Philadelphia Police Department."

Jimmy shook his hand, "FBI Agent Jimmy Yang, from the Manhattan office. Please, there's no need to be so formal; I just happened to be passing by at the time."

Richard said, "Please, let's go inside to talk." Richard led Jimmy up the steps as the surrounding officers began to applaud. Jimmy nodded in acknowledgment and followed Richard into the police department building.

Richard took Jimmy to the Chief's office where they sat on the sofa and someone brought in coffee. Jimmy took a sip; it tasted quite good, definitely not the standard fare for the police department, as he had drunk plenty of standard department coffee back at NYPD.

Richard looked at Jimmy and, of course, he didn't say what he was really thinking. Nevertheless, there were plenty of compliments and praises thrown around, and Jimmy kept up a smiley facade throughout the conversation with Richard. After all, there was no direct reporting relationship, and the Philadelphia Police Department didn't really have any leverage over Jimmy.

Their discussion concluded quickly, and Richard arranged for someone to record Jimmy's personal information and also organized accommodations for him to rest before returning to New York the following day.

That evening, while Jimmy was watching TV in the hotel out of boredom, he realized that the grand reception at the police station had been filmed and made the news. Of course, footage of him, sporting sunglasses and shaking hands with the Chief, was also broadcasted. Fortunately, this was Philadelphia, not New York; and he didn't expect anyone he knew to see it, so Jimmy wasn't too worried about being recognized by acquaintances.

Even though he thought no one would watch the news, he still received two calls. One was from Hughes, asking what exactly had happened and why the Philadelphia Police Department had contacted the Manhattan office to confirm his identity? Somewhat resigned, Jimmy recounted his past two days, including the incidental gunfight he had encountered. He had planned to discuss it once he was back in New York.

The second call was from Kyle Morgan, the gunsmith, who didn't comment on the news about Jimmy. Instead, he informed Jimmy that he had contacted several suppliers and should be able to confirm the availability of the items Jimmy needed very soon.

Okay, from Kyle's call, it was evident that he'd seen the news. Knowing that he was dealing with someone who was received personally by the Chief of Police, Kyle understood that Jimmy was not someone he could afford to mess with and got to work on completing the task quickly.

The next morning, Jimmy left Philadelphia as soon as he woke up—it wasn't too far to New York. Before noon, he had already arrived in Manhattan. He drove to the office, switched to his own car, and went home.

After work, Nia came over—Jimmy had let her know in advance he would be back today. Even though they had only been apart for a few days, they both cherished the time together, since their schedules rarely lined up, which was quite odd.

When Jimmy wasn't on duty, he usually had regular weekends off, while Nia, due to the wide scope of NYPD's work and numerous cases, rarely had a normal weekend, often relying on time-off during the week instead. Although the Detective Bureau was not understaffed, the sheer number of cases meant they couldn't just keep expanding their numbers, so they had to resort to various overtime and flexible days off.

Jimmy leaned against the headboard and lit a cigarette. For him, there was no addiction; he simply enjoyed lighting one up when he had nothing else to do.

"Jimmy, did you go to Philadelphia?" Nia leaned against Jimmy's chest and asked.

Jimmy reached out and stroked her hair, "How did you know? I was in Philadelphia yesterday."

Nia said, "I got the news yesterday that there was a vicious armored car robbery in Philadelphia, where all three guards were killed, and the robbers made off with over seven hundred thousand dollars in cash. Then, as they were fleeing the city, the police caught up with them and killed several of them. The intelligence indicated that an FBI agent helped them intercept the suspects, so I wondered if it was you."

Jimmy laughed, it seemed his formidable combat skills had become well-known, and Nia thought of him as soon as she heard an FBI agent was involved. "Yeah, it was me. I was passing through Philadelphia on my way back from Quantico yesterday morning and just happened to come across their fight, and I helped save a few people. Don't worry, there's nothing to be concerned about, you know my capabilities, there's no danger."

Nia: "Yeah, I'm sure you're fine."

Jimmy: "By the way, when did you first take notice of me? I mean before we started dating."

Nia pulled the hand with which Jimmy was fiddling her hair, signifying him to settle down a bit, "That video, the one-on-six one, so strong. That wasn't your first time doing that, right?"

Jimmy: "One-on-six? Hmm, I don't really remember, remind me?"

Nia looked up at Jimmy: "The video from that news piece, remember now?"

Jimmy 'oh'ed, "That one, yeah, I was unlucky, I was investigating an explosion case at the time, and right next door there was a gang's warehouse. When I went to talk to them, they attacked me."

Nia: "That wasn't your first time going against multiple attackers, right?"

Jimmy nodded, "Certainly not my first time. Let me think about it, the first time should have been when I was still with the county police." Jimmy looked down at Nia, seeing her looking interested, so he started bragging, "One time I caught a drunk driver on the road and he said his family would come to drive the car back, but instead, several gunmen showed up. That was quite dangerous too, of course, I won in the end."

Nia: "Did you get hurt?"

Jimmy 'haha' laughed, "How could I? I am 'Butcher' Jimmy, how could those few guys injure me? Of course, I took down all the suspects perfectly and sent them back to the police station."

Nia suddenly sat up and looked at Jimmy: "'Butcher' Jimmy?"

Jimmy 'er'ed, stuck for words, oh no, he'd blurted out his nickname without thinking. "Uh, it's nothing, just a nickname my colleagues gave me, just for fun."

Nia's eyes sparkled, "You actually have a nickname? Cool!"

Jimmy looked on, somewhat puzzled by Nia, what's with this girl, is there something off with her brain? "What's so cool about that?"

Nia: "A nickname, Jimmy, it's rare for a cop to have one, at least none of the people I know have one. Come on, tell me how you got this nickname?"

Jimmy suddenly felt like he knew too little about Nia, this chick seemed kind of crazy.

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