"This is bad, it looks like Cage has already exchanged fire with the other party," Jimmy pulled the back door, it wasn't locked, so he drew his revolver and went inside, approaching the suspect's location. He aimed at the suspect and shouted, "Plaskey County police, raise your hands and drop your weapon." The suspect turned around and pointed his handgun at Jimmy.

Jimmy had been waiting for this moment; when the suspect pointed a gun at him, it was considered a normal use of force. Jimmy fired a shot at the suspect's neck, the bullet's energy caused the suspect's body to twist and fall to the ground, and the handgun flew out of his hand, landing on the floor.

"Clear," Jimmy shouted, so that Cage could hear, then he walked over to kick the handgun away, reholstered his revolver, pulled the doctor up from the corner of the room, and after a quick pat-down, untied the doctor.

The doctor must have had good mental resilience; despite the gunfight, he remained sitting in the corner, silent, showing no signs of panic at all.

Cage entered from the clinic's main room, glanced at the suspect, and decided not to attempt resuscitation.

Having been shot in the neck, the suspect bled out profusely on the floor in just a short time, staining both himself and the ground red. Jimmy's shot must have hit the carotid artery; with such blood loss, there was no saving him, so they gave up.

Cage holstered his weapon and used the radio to inform dispatch to send an ambulance.

After communicating with dispatch, Cage went straight to the doctor to ask what had happened.

"This man came in complaining of a headache and asked for pain relief medication, then he held me at gunpoint and took me to the back storage room. He was looking for Naltrexone, but I didn't have any here, and the new stock hadn't arrived yet. He didn't believe me, and after tying me up, he searched the storage room himself, then you guys arrived."

Cage got a rough idea of the situation, but a formal statement needed to be taken at the police station. After questioning the doctor, he walked over to Jimmy.

Jimmy was already familiar with procedures, so he took off his duty belt and service weapon and handed them to Cage, then found a chair to sit and wait for the ambulance and others to arrive. After the scene was processed, he would have to go back to the station with Cage for an inquiry. However, with two previous experiences, Jimmy wasn't worried at all; this time, the doctor could testify that the suspect pointed the gun at Jimmy first.

Cage took Jimmy's duty belt and service weapon outside to store them in the police car. As for leaving Jimmy and the doctor together in the room, he wasn't worried at all; the doctor's physique posed no threat to Jimmy.

The doctor, likely shocked, stood against the wall without daring to move. Jimmy raised his hand to beckon and pulled over a box from the side for the doctor to sit on. The doctor came over and sat down, his hands still trembling slightly.

Jimmy casually said, "Doctor, take a moment to calm down, you're safe now."

"Yes, yes, I'm safe. May I go to the restroom?" the doctor asked.

"Wait a bit; the sergeant will be here soon. I can't escort you to the restroom right now."

The doctor was the only witness and victim at the scene. Although it was a bit inhumane to make him hold it, there was no other option; someone had to accompany him. And Jimmy couldn't be bothered to move himself, especially since, by regulation, he wasn't allowed to move about on his own.

Cage returned, took the doctor to the restroom to get cleaned up, and then had him change into fresh clothes. The white coat, with the suspect's fingerprints on it, was promptly removed and sealed in an evidence bag, ready to be taken back to the police station.

By the time the ambulance arrived to take the body away, Cage had already drawn an outline around the crime scene, removed the bullets from the suspect's handgun, and placed it in an evidence bag. He also collected some blood for the records.

Jimmy and Cage took the doctor back to the police station. Normally, it would be Cage who would go to the interrogation room to make a record while Jimmy simply rested in the break room, waiting for the dawn to face an investigation by the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

The next morning, Chief James made an exception and rose early, arriving at the police station ahead of time. This was already the third officer-involved shooting death of the year; previously, there might not even have been one such incident per year. Moreover, all three shootings were committed by the same individual.

The Chief was scratching his head, uncertain whether bringing Jimmy to the precinct was a blessing or a curse; regardless, this would definitely be used as a reason for complaints of police brutality when reporting to the County Government Committee.

After the routine questioning was over, Chief James granted Jimmy a week of administrative leave, instructing him to rest well at home. It was probably better not to let such a menace roam free.

Jimmy received an unusually long period of administrative leave this time around; he hadn't expected such an outcome and thought that it would be just like before—wait a couple of days, get preliminary results from the Prosecutor's office, and then return to work.

However, having more time wasn't such a bad thing; Jimmy just happened to have some part-time business matters to attend to. He made a call to Professor Morgan to check on the progress of his patent application and received pleasing news that it had entered the expert review process at the USPTO's Arkansas division.

The patent application in question was nationwide. Once it passed the review in the Arkansas division of the USPTO, it would still need to be filed with the USPTO headquarters. Thanks to the efforts of the law school, Jimmy's patent application was processed at an unexpectedly fast pace. Judging by the current progress, he estimated that he would have results in about a month.

The law school had its interests in this matter, too. Bowen Law School wasn't well-known; it was just one of the colleges within the University of Arkansas, which also did not rank high nationally. They cherished the opportunity to provide law school students with a full-range learning experience.

Most law students did not have such practical opportunities. There were only about 60 or so law schools in the entire country that participated in the USPTO's legal practice program, and Bowen Law School, considering its recognition, had no chance at all. In fact, not a single school in Arkansas was involved in this program.

Law students usually need to intern at various law firms after graduation before they can take part in handling cases to a limited extent. For these aspiring lawyers, opportunities to gain case experience post-graduation are incredibly scarce.

What Jimmy now offered was a chance to be involved in patent and trademark cases right from the start, and successful cases could greatly embellish their resumes. But not everyone had the opportunity to bring their project to the school and obtain permission from the school to proceed.

Jimmy was incredibly lucky; perhaps Dean Lindon had a sudden brainwave, or maybe he felt pity for a high school graduate who was a police officer. This time, he actually agreed to let a mentor bring students to work on the project. For Jimmy, it was like a pie falling from the sky, and not just any pie, but a piping hot one that landed directly in his mouth.

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(Some readers have requested that I speed up the pace. Currently, my plan is to give Jimmy a growth stage, and then move on to the climactic part of the movie's main plot. The content up to now is mainly intended to lead into the next three movies, which are also planned for the first phase of the trilogy. So please leave comments and let me know if you think I should adjust the outline. It's still a free period for now, so it's not a big issue for me.)