Jimmy returned to work just in time for the night shift, well-rested from the day, and particularly spirited during his night duty.

When patrolling at night, the criteria for unlucky targets were speeding and drunk driving. It was still early for drunk drivers, but speeding was a common occurrence.

Jimmy kept his own speed at 45 mph; the old rule was, if they surpassed his speed, they were speeding. It was easy to pull over anyone who significantly exceeded this. Jimmy had once applied for a radar speed gun but was denied because he already topped the charts at the station for issuing the most tickets. With a radar gun, Jimmy would truly become everyone's enemy.

Cage had warned Jimmy to try not to issue so many tickets, but today, fresh back on duty, Jimmy decided to ignore their warnings and please himself for now.

Jimmy had just issued a ticket to a unlucky pickup driver and was about to head back when he suddenly noticed a sedan speeding past, followed by an LRPD police car with its sirens and lights flashing.

Jimmy checked his radio, received no alerts from the dispatch center, and thought, OK, it's not my problem, so he pretended he saw nothing.

Jimmy returned to his police car and stationed himself at the intersection to lie in wait. He was well-practiced in this manner of policing. Given the early hour, traffic was primarily normal; he'd wait another hour or so. After 10 PM, it would be time to catch drunk drivers; today, he was determined to make up for a week's deficit in tickets.

As he rested, Jimmy pondered his vacation plans. Having been a cop for seven months, he realized apart from work, he was basically just a hermit. He had no other entertainment and since he'd established himself in the United States, he should really enjoy life.

Having worked for so long, he needed to get out and see more. Always patrolling in the car, he saw only the roads and the scenery on either side, which became monotonous. Visiting different places to see various landscapes seemed a good idea.

This past half-year, Jimmy's only travel was to Hot Springs, where he ended up soaked and stumbled upon a murder case involving Colin and his son, which was utterly rotten luck.

However, Jimmy hadn't yet decided where to go. In his previous life, he hadn't had the chance to travel abroad and lacked experience. He was also unfamiliar with the United States and unsure of where to go, something he might need to discuss with others.

While thinking about his plans, Jimmy casually scanned the passing cars, awaiting his prey in boredom. But his boredom was about to end.

A sedan sped by, followed by a loud "bang". Jimmy's police car was rear-ended, thrusting it forward suddenly. Luckily, he managed an emergency brake, or he might have ended up in the middle of the road.

"F**K", Jimmy, cursing aloud, opened his door and stepped out; the vehicle behind had its front end thoroughly smashed, but the clear LRPD markings and rooftop lights indicated it was another LRPD police car.

"Brother, are you okay?" Jimmy quickly ran to the driver's side and started knocking on the window.

The airbags in the LRPD police car had deployed, and the two officers inside were seriously hurt; the driver had already lost consciousness, while the passenger appeared to be conscious and was trying to move.

Jimmy picked up the radio and called the dispatch center to report the car accident. He summoned the firefighters, the ambulance, and the tow truck before walking over to the passenger side, "Hey brother, move aside!" Jimmy shouted a few times. The police officer in the passenger seat turned his head away, and Jimmy pulled out a baton and smashed the car window, then opened the door.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" Jimmy stabilized him and checked his limbs first to make sure there were no issues. Since it was summer and the officer was wearing a short-sleeved uniform, it was easier to check his body. Confirmed that there were no bleeding spots, Jimmy unfastened the seatbelt, helped him out of the car, and let him sit on the roadside.

The officer in the driver's seat was lying on the airbag, which was stained with fresh blood. Jimmy did not dare to move him directly and could only wait for the emergency personnel to handle it.

Fortunately, the firefighters arrived quickly, within a few minutes. They moved the officer from the driver's seat onto a stretcher and into the ambulance that came later for examination. The co-driver was also taken in; he seemed to be fine, but a concussion was inevitable. He had been resting outside for a few minutes and was still swaying when he stood up.

"Really unlucky." Jimmy waited for the tow truck to arrive and tow the LRPD police car back, while he drove the damaged police car back to the station. Under these circumstances, he had to switch cars.

After returning, Jimmy immediately filed a car accident report. He didn't know the LRPD officers, but he remembered their badge numbers. Plus, since they were all on the same side, he wasn't worried about them escaping. Next was the repair report for his own police car, which had the most severe damage in the station, including several previous PIT maneuvers.

In addition to the car damage, a lot of Jimmy's equipment in the vehicle was also damaged. The shotgun was mounted on the trunk lid and got completely deformed by the impact. Other items, like the camera and fingerprint kits, needed to be evaluated by the equipment room to determine which could still be used and which needed replacing.

Young, impulsive, capable; that was everyone's impression of Jimmy. Of course, his nickname "The Butcher" had become firmly established, not just within the county but probably across the LRPD as well.

Seven months, ten people… Such a record, rare even in Arkansas, let alone Hot Springs. Rumor had it that more than one department had approached Chief James, requesting personnel exchanges. Fortunately, the Chief had withstood the pressure and no one had directly approached Jimmy about it.

After the crash, Jimmy decided not to go out for the night; he was too lazy to move and just rested at the station. After all, if there was an emergency, the dispatch center would notify him, as long as he had his radio with him.

An uneventful night passed.

The next evening, Jimmy got a replacement police car and resumed his patrol. He had only issued one ticket the previous night and was quite unhappy about it; he was determined to make up for it today.

As usual, Jimmy kept his speed at 45 mph, cruising along the highway. Oddly enough, no one surpassed the police car today. Every driver was behaving so innocently that Jimmy found no opportunity to take action.

After driving for over half an hour, Jimmy turned onto a side road to take a break, choosing a safe spot. He got out of the car and lit a cigarette. Jimmy's practice with loading and unloading his revolver continued uninterrupted; he utilized any patrol break to handle the revolver, load and unload it, fostering his familiarity with it.

After a while, the dispatcher informed him via the radio of a traffic accident that needed his attention. Normally, traffic accidents without casualties are handled by the drivers exchanging personal and insurance information on their own, but since the dispatch center had notified him, there must have been casualties.

Jimmy arrived at the scene. The fire engine and ambulance were already there. Firefighters were cutting through a deformed car. Due to the deformation, the positions of the car door and the A-pillar had shifted, trapping the driver completely, with an unknown object pierced through his body.