Jimmy was still collecting information while on patrol, and unexpectedly, the DEA's team hadn't left yet. Everyone thought they would leave after gathering their data and set a long trap to catch a big fish. It seemed they wanted to meet their targets first.

Jimmy was on his way back to the station when he spotted a pickup truck swerving in a snake-like pattern. The pickup had a distinct Iraqi look to it, probably quite old.

Jimmy turned on his lights and siren and pulled it over. Thankfully, although the driver was drunk, he didn't provoke the police and obediently stopped the car by the roadside. It was obvious his brain wasn't coordinating with his arms, as the vehicle only came to rest, tilted, on the shoulder of the road.

After confirming with the dispatch center that there were no issues with the license plate number, Jimmy got out of the police car and approached the pickup's cabin, which had its window open. Inside sat a sturdy middle-aged man, shirtless in the driver's seat, looking rather dazed, likely zoning out or on the verge of falling asleep after stopping.

The strong smell of alcohol wafted from the window. Jimmy asked a few routine questions and then asked him to get out. It was clear that a sobriety test was unnecessary under the circumstances, as the driver was still unsteady on his feet, looking like he might collapse at any moment.

"How much have you drunk?" Jimmy inquired as a matter of routine and then suggested he take out his phone to call a family member or friend to collect the pickup. As for the driver himself, he had to go back with Jimmy. There was a large alcohol breathalyzer at the station, a breathalyzer type, much more accurate than the small hand-held ones.

The driver was cooperative. Jimmy handcuffed him and then took a cellphone from his pocket. Jimmy asked whom to call for help with the car and dialed the specified number.

"Mr. Rex, hello, I'm with the Plaskey County Police. Mr. Harvey Fletcher is being taken to the station for an alcohol test due to severe DUI. He has specified that you come and drive his pickup. Are you available to come over now?"

"Of course, please tell me the location."

"Near the intersection of Woodgate Road and Linwood Trail. How long will it take you?"

"Oh, that place isn't far, roughly fifteen minutes. Could you wait there for me, officer? It won't take too much of your time."

"OK, I'll wait for you here. Please come as soon as you can."

Jimmy hung up the phone and then conducted a pat-down on Harvey, placing the items found into a sealed bag for safekeeping, mainly a cellphone, wallet, and keys.

Jimmy put Harvey Fletcher in the back seat, closed the door, and stood by the roadside, smoking a cigarette while observing the traffic.

A few minutes later, a van arrived and stopped behind the police car. A young man got out from the passenger side, about 30 years old, with a crew cut, wearing a grey T-shirt, jeans, and high-top shoes. Suddenly, Jimmy felt very uncomfortable, his Heart Eye opened and swept over the van, tensing up inside.

There were four people inside the van; one driver seemed normal, but the remaining three in the back all had weapons. It looked like one rifle and two handguns. The back door of the van was cracked open, and the three were getting out.

The young man walked over and held out his hand to shake Jimmy's. "Hello, officer, I'm Rex. Can I see Harvey?"

Jimmy extended his hand for a shake, then pointed towards the back seat of the squad car, "He's in there, but it looks like he drank too much and is already asleep."

Rex leaned on the back door of the squad car, took a glance to make sure Harvey was asleep, then stood up and said to Jimmy, "Thank you, officer, I'll go drive now."

As Rex was walking past Jimmy, he suddenly reached out to grab Jimmy's arm. Anticipating this, Jimmy swiftly stepped back and kicked Rex in the leg, retreating to the front of the squad car while Rex fell toward the grass by the roadside.

Immediately after, gunshots rang out, and men inside the truck leaned out from the back and shot at Jimmy.

Having observed the situation in the truck beforehand, Jimmy sat down on the ground by the front of the car as soon as he was there, letting his body be shielded by the front of the car, then pulled out his M686 and shot at Rex's leg.

Rex was the biggest threat to Jimmy because he was facing him directly, while the others were behind the squad car, at a certain distance from Jimmy.

Jimmy had already confirmed with Heart Eye a moment ago that Rex didn't have any protruding weapons on him. Perhaps to gain his trust or to prevent Jimmy from searching him, Rex had left all his weapons in the car before getting out. Now with a bullet in one leg and no other weapons, Rex was unlikely to pose any threat to Jimmy. There was a distance of about three meters between them, and given Rex's condition, it was improbable for him to crawl and launch an attack on Jimmy.

Jimmy pressed the talk button on his radio and contacted the dispatch center, "Officer has fired, gunfight in progress, Woodgate Road and Forest Path intersection, under attack by five criminals, requesting backup, over."

Jimmy only reported it once and then stopped, not repeating the call because he was already using Heart Eye to directly track the three men who had come down from the truck. Two people were holding pistols on the right side, and one person was holding a rifle on the left. Although Jimmy's position was somewhat shielded by the engine and theoretically safer, it wouldn't withstand being attacked from both sides.

There was no time to repeat the call; the dispatch center's request for repetition was directly ignored by Jimmy.

Jimmy switched his M686 to his left hand and drew his Beretta 92F with his right, randomly firing a few shots to suppress the two on his right, then raised the M686 over his head and the hood with his left hand, shooting twice at the enemy with the rifle on the left. Because his left hand wasn't his dominant hand, the shooting motion was awkward. He could only shoot generally in the enemy's direction and did not hit their vital spots accurately, but he was lucky— one shot hit the enemy's right arm.

Temporarily giving up on the person on the left, who had retreated behind the squad car after being shot, he was grabbing his right arm with his left hand, the rifle hanging on its strap, swinging wildly with no real threat.

The two people on the right had already reached near the car door. Jimmy emptied the magazine of his 92F held in his right hand. Although Heart Eye could accurately locate their positions, the shooting position—forcibly extending an arm around the car hood to aim at the enemy—was something he had not practiced. Emptying the magazine, he didn't hit a single one.

At this moment, Jimmy was still sitting on the ground. His shooting at the enemies on the right still had an effect—the two of them had been forced back to the rear of the squad car. One of them put away his pistol and took a rifle from the left side enemy, while the other extracted the left side enemy's belt to tie his arm, using it as a tourniquet.

Seeing all three were at the rear of the car, Jimmy quickly got up. The fallen Rex on the left had now crawled to a position parallel to the rear of the squad car, at a somewhat distant from Jimmy. Up to now, with the exception of Rex, he had not seen any others face on—Jimmy had completely relied on Heart Eye and faith in his shooting to repel them.

Jimmy pressed the talk button on his radio again, "Repeat, gunfight at Woodgate Road and Forest Path intersection, need backup. Over."