Jimmy waited for the ambulance and tow truck to arrive, had the suspect driver taken into the ambulance, and after the tow truck had hauled the Cadillac away, he followed the ambulance to the hospital.

The doctor conducted a thorough examination on the suspect, confirming that he only had a concussion due to hitting the steering wheel during the accident and did not suffer any other injuries. Jimmy then took the suspect back to the police station.

Because there was a major case tonight, Chief James rarely stayed late at work. After Jimmy reported the case, the chief arranged for him to continue patrolling the assigned location and await further instructions to apprehend Johnny.

As for the Cadillac driver, he was thrown into the detention room to be dealt with the next day.

Jimmy returned to his area and continued patrolling while waiting. Pursuing a murderer had always been extremely difficult because there were too many sparsely populated areas in the United States. In such cases, where the hideout of a suspect was clearly known, it was crucial to locate them immediately, otherwise there might be no chance to catch them in a short time. They could hide in the woods for years, turning the case into an old, unresolved one, and end the pursuit.

The current definite piece of information was, based on surveillance footage, Johnny was still in Little Rock. So the plan was to tighten the encirclement, determine the final spot, and then strike hard.

It was now early morning, and the police officers involved in the patrol were very tired. The FBI could not handle so many police officers constantly dealing with this case, as routine patrols could not be conducted. The City Police had already protested, and now they could only keep going for another couple of hours before discontinuing the pursuit, lifting the blockade, and issuing a warrant.

A message came over the radio that the suspect's white pickup had been located, and several squads were already on their way; everyone else waited on site for confirmation of the news.

By 2 a.m., the command center notified everyone to disperse, and everyone except those on the night shift returned to their respective police stations, then went home to rest.

Jimmy was working overtime, and since it was already 2 a.m., he could only rest at the police station and wait for the day shift to begin.

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The next morning, Jimmy was woken up early because all teams had worked overtime the previous day, directly leading to a sudden reduction in the number of officers available for patrol today. Another team had the day off, and typically there are two teams during the day and two at night. Today, only Jimmy's team, Team A, was on duty during the day, covering both the western and southern areas, which doubled the usual patrol area.

The command center had already been notified in advance, so for reports of incidents in the suburbs of Little Rock, they were directly assigned to the City Police, as the county police were not dealing with cases within other jurisdictions today.

Jimmy geared up and took an extra cup of black coffee from the station before hitting the road. This cup of coffee was a lifesaver, as he'd only rested for a total of four hours on a cot last night, and now he had to drive around patrolling all day until 8 p.m., physically demanding and mentally draining, so he planned to find a place to nap at noon.

Since the patrol area had expanded, Jimmy casually drove around his previous route a couple of times before heading straight to the south.

This new route was completely unfamiliar to Jimmy; he had never been there before. It was formerly Cage's patrolling area, much larger than Jimmy's usual western suburb.

It's worth noting that Jimmy, being new, was initially assigned a relatively small area by Cage, responsible only for the west suburb side, and close by Cage for assistance when needed.

In fact, the county's jurisdiction was very large, with the county police divided into four teams, two each for day and night shifts, covering the entire county area beyond the city and rural police zones, giving each officer a much larger area to cover.

As Jimmy drove back and forth through various intersections in the south, he ignored minor infractions. He wasn't interested in flashing his lights for these minor violations; he might as well give these small offenders a break. Still, clear violations like running red lights, wrong-way driving, and speeding were precisely what Jimmy targeted.

While patrolling the south, Jimmy encountered a terrifying reality—that was, Cage probably hadn't managed the traffic up here much at all. There were too many minor infractions, such as crossing over lines while driving, parking over the line, changing lanes near intersections without signaling, turning without indicators, and many vehicles clearly had exterior damage but hadn't been repaired. If this had been his old area of responsibility, he could have finished writing a week's worth of tickets in just a day.

Jimmy felt uncomfortable, though he had made up his mind not to worry about these minor issues. But there were too many, damn it. It felt overwhelming. In his assigned west suburb, besides an initial period, he seldom saw local drivers committing these minor infractions anymore.

No, he couldn't stand it. Jimmy immediately took out his phone and called Cage.

"Hey, Cage, I have a question for you. Find a safe place to stop your vehicle."

"Don't hang up, wait for me for 1 minute."

"Jimmy, what's up?"

"Cage, the area you're responsible for—I'd need two ticket books just for here. You know the road conditions over here, what should I do?"

"Jimmy, you've been here a few months and should have your own judgment. Each person is different. I can't tell you what to do; you need to make your own decisions."

"I understand. Goodbye."

Jimmy hung up the phone. Although Cage had always been telling him to make his own decisions, there was a deeper message in his words. As local county police, who could possibly write tickets to all the local residents? He understood now—follow the old rules, focus on the major, not the minor issues.

Jimmy caught two unlucky speeders and issued two tickets, fulfilling his self-set goals for the morning. He then drove straight back to the police station.

The Cadillac jerk he had arrested yesterday was still locked up at the station. Since he left earlier than usual this morning, he had forgotten about it, only remembering during his patrol, which had prompted him to quickly meet his quota and return to the station.

Jimmy went directly to the detention room upon returning to the station, but then he discovered that the room was empty.

"What the hell? Where's my guy? That guy I caught?"

Jimmy ran to the lobby and found Amy eating a dessert.

"Where's the Cadillac jerk I brought in yesterday?"

Amy glanced at Jimmy with a look of exasperation, rolled her eyes, and continued eating her pastry.

"Someone came from the DEA and took him away, directly under the chief's order."

Jimmy was speechless; the guy he had chased for half an hour was gone just like that, without his knowledge.

Jimmy glanced at the chief's office, considering asking about it, but he didn't dare. If the chief hadn't informed him, and such a powerful agency as the DEA was involved, there must be a huge pitfall that their small county police couldn't handle.

Jimmy sighed, his spirits deflated as he walked towards the parking lot, ready to continue patrolling outside.

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