Jimmy fired a few shots at the three people in the middle of the crash site, not killing them outright, but wounding one of them first as a warning.

After shooting, Jimmy ducked back behind the car and pressed the intercom button, asking softly: "How many of you are at the scene? Currently, I only see two people shooting, while a few others are already down behind the car along the roadside."

One of the two shooting agents retreated behind the car and said: "Yes, it's us, be careful, one of them is an excellent marksman."

Jimmy: "Which is the target? I see two Indian men."

Agent: "Behind the car, he's not firing but is definitely hiding back there. Watch out for the white guy."

Jimmy: "Command center, when will backup arrive?"

"Backup is en route, expected arrival in less than 15 minutes."

Jimmy: "You better get here quickly. Prepare your ID, preferably DHS."

"Roger, I'll get it authorized."

Jimmy glanced up, observing that there were still four people alive on the target side, but only two were currently capable of returning fire.

Honestly, when he first saw these people, Jimmy was quite surprised. They had come from the Russian Embassy to the New York consulate, but the bodyguards in the car were Indians? Even if Russia had agents of Indian descent, they wouldn't use them in such a place. It would be more useful to deploy them domestically in India rather than here in the U.S., wouldn't it?

This case has problems, big problems, but right now Jimmy can only speculate, and nothing can be confirmed.

Support will take another quarter of an hour to arrive on scene, and by then it might be too late, with more and more police showing up. Better to resolve this quickly.

Jimmy raised the Glock and fired at the car where a few of them were hiding, shooting a few rounds as a warning before adjusting his aim. The only white bodyguard was hit by Jimmy from the side with a shot to the side of the chest and a shot to the arm; his gun fell to the ground, and he collapsed, his good hand clutching his chest.

Jimmy didn't go too hard on the other Indian bodyguard. He moved to their side, stood up from behind cover, and fired at their abdomen and limbs to ensure they stayed alive but definitely couldn't fight back.

However, one person was rather unlucky. The person Jimmy initially wounded picked up the gun again to fight back, but as he was hit again and fell, he blocked Jimmy's line of fire, getting shot in the chest. Thankfully, it was the right chest, because if it were the left, it would have hit the heart—a truly accidental event, not intentional on Jimmy's part.

By this point, all three people who had retaliated against him when he arrived had been taken down, all of them critically injured but not dead at least for now.

"Cease fire! Cease fire!" Jimmy shouted loudly, causing the two agents from the Anti-Terrorism Bureau to also stop shooting as they peeked over from behind the car to carefully observe the opponents' positions.

Jimmy shouted: "Cease fire, drop your weapons, raise your hands and surrender, let me see your hands."

Now there was only one person appearing uninjured at the target position, who had been hiding behind the wheel the entire time, hands over the head hiding behind the wheel hub.

Jimmy pressed the intercom button, whispering, "Your identity is DHS agents, this is a secret operation, do not explain to anyone, wait for backup to arrive."

After speaking, Jimmy continued to aim at the person behind the car, repeating the command to raise hands and surrender.

After waiting for a moment, that person raised their hands, and Jimmy confirmed the other three were just groaning, not picking up guns, then emerged from cover and walked over.

He wasn't doing this for safety but to follow protocol. Because Jimmy could see his actions, he could have walked over earlier, but it would have seemed reckless to others and might have caused trouble if anyone scrutinized the actions later.

"Lie down, side hands on the ground."

Jimmy continued giving commands, and when he had the person fully under control and secured with a zip tie from his pants pocket, he called others over: "It's safe, you can come over. Call an ambulance, there's still one person's alive here."

Jimmy was checking the people for weapons, and two agents came over, first looking at the items Jimmy had found, then opening the car door to search inside.

Jimmy held one of them back, whispering: "Don't search now, too many NYPD are here."

The agent glanced at the surrounding NYPD officers converging, nodded to Jimmy, and the other agent turned back to their previous position, checking and providing first aid for a few of their members who had been shot.

NYPD officers also arrived, and Jimmy showed his ID: "FBI Senior Agent Jimmy Yang, call an ambulance, temporarily block traffic here, set up a cordon, and disperse irrelevant personnel."

A policeman checked Jimmy's ID: "What about them?"

The agent presented his own ID: "DHS Austin Peterson."

The officer took a look at the ID and then used his intercom to call dispatch before returning their IDs and assigning others to block off the road.

Jimmy turned and looked at the scene, realizing he had overlooked something. Upon arrival, he had immediately aimed at the middle person, not conversing with the agents from the Anti-Terrorism Bureau nearby.

He lightly patted the agent next to him, and they stepped away a couple of steps. Jimmy whispered: "If anyone asks later, just say we met at the Anti-Terrorism Bureau before, so I joined you right away when I arrived to shoot at the opposite side."