Jimmy's expression was a bit conflicted; he wasn't the same person who had just arrived in this world anymore. Back then, he was still influenced by the original host, and the track record from that time was really quite unsavory—who ever heard of a county police officer killing dozens of people in a year?

Nia watched Jimmy's changing expressions, and noticed that his eyes weren't focused on her but were staring blankly ahead, as if she expected him to reveal some dark past at any moment.

Jimmy sighed, "At first, I just wanted to find a job to pass the days. I had nothing: no family, no money, no hobbies or interests. I would just drive the patrol car around the suburbs, issue some tickets, catch a few thieves here and there."

Nia's eyes widened in surprise, "You had such a period in your life?"

Jimmy nodded, "When I first got to the county police, I patrolled outside every day. We were short-staffed, so I often had to work over 60 hours a week. I remember there was a time when it hit 80 hours—the car wore out pretty quickly. Those days were truly blissful, if I felt bad I'd just issue a few tickets, then get scolded by Chief James like I was his misbehaving grandson."

Nia asked, "Did you issue a lot of tickets?"

Jimmy chuckled, "I issued the most tickets in the department and also had the most complaints. I remember once I spent an entire day in court testifying; they had to change judges twice."

Nia inquired, "So how did you get the nickname 'butcher'?"

Jimmy replied, "That was an accident. I went to assist a small-town sheriff; during the arrest of a drug dealer, a gunfight broke out, and I accidentally used excessive force and killed him. After that, I seemed to have entered a streak of bad luck, with all sorts of bizarre cases following one after another. Murders, drug cases, interstate fugitives, supporting the DEA and FBI, assisting the USSS—in short, I suddenly got busy. Inevitably in all these cases, I would have to fire a few shots. Then I received that unpleasant nickname 'butcher' from a prosecutor, and it spread."

After finishing, Jimmy continued to reflect on his past cases when he noticed that Nia had stopped talking. He looked down to see her gaping at him, "Wake up, wake up! What's wrong?"

Nia snapped back to reality, "You did all that? I remember you said you were only with the county police for two years."

Jimmy nodded, "Yeah, indeed for two years, but I only spent a few months as a patrol officer before being transferred back to the station for support roles, so I dealt with far more bizarre cases than a patrol officer usually does."

Nia questioned, "Have you been injured?"

Jimmy touched his chin, "Not too many times, but the most memorable was taking a bullet to the calf, and another time when I was arresting a boxer and got my forearm fractured."

Nia exclaimed, "Ah, you were shot? What happened?"

Jimmy smiled, "That was an accident. I was ambushed at an intersection; I thought it was safe after taking one down, but another was still hiding and ambushing me. I was lucky, I dodged it, just got shot in the calf, and it didn't hit the bone, so I recovered quickly."

Nia asked, "What about them?"

Jimmy said, "You know the outcome—I survived."

Nia quickly shook her head while her eyes were closed, then opened them and looked at Jimmy, "It all seems so surreal. How many people have you killed?"

Jimmy responded, "Let's not delve into that; suffice to say it's because of these cases that I got the nickname, but I haven't used it since leaving Little Rock."

Nia's eyes darted around; she clearly had some very impertinent thoughts. Jimmy couldn't let her continue to speculate and started to get restless, leading to the beginning of a second confrontation.

Jimmy miscalculated, though his body was indeed in good shape, but so was Nia's, who also had a police background and wasn't old or frail. The duration of the skirmish was quite long and rather taxing on the back; Jimmy woke up the next morning feeling a bit of soreness in his lower back.

Jimmy went to freshen up first, then headed to the kitchen. After a while, Nia also got up and hugged him from behind, "I want extra bell pepper."

Alright, Jimmy was making sandwiches; he preferred to add extra slices of tomatoes and cucumbers to his vegetable components, while Nia liked bell pepper. Different living environments, indeed, account for different tastes.

With the breakfast Jimmy prepared, the two drove off to work. Jimmy picked up a coffee on the way and brought a box of donuts to the office.

This time, Hughes didn't call Jimmy but came directly to his office.

When Jimmy saw Hughes, he immediately greeted him, "Morning, Hughes. Want some donuts?" He opened the donut box and offered it to Hughes, who grabbed one and turned to sit on the sofa, "Tell me, what exactly is going on with Philadelphia?"

Jimmy also sat down, turning on the kettle to prepare some tea. Although it was just morning and he had just arrived at the office, there was nothing wrong with drinking tea in the morning.

Jimmy said, "Everything I told you over the phone the other night, that's all there was to it. I was just passing by when I got stuck in traffic, heard gunshots, and went to help."

Hughes frowned slightly, "Are you sure? Think again, was there anything unusual?"

Jimmy asked, "What's up, Hughes? Is there something going on here?"

Hughes revealed, "I received two calls yesterday, it seems someone is interested in this armored car heist. I did some digging, but there's nothing unusual in the police reports."

Jimmy's mind buzzed, fuck, what kind of luck is this? I was just passing by, lending a hand, and now there's trouble again?

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