Jimmy's Glock scores were very impressive. Despite his natural talent with revolvers, he used a Glock throughout his time at the FBI Academy, where he was the only person to score full marks in shooting for his class. Otherwise, why would he have initially thought he'd be assigned to stay on at the academy as a shooting instructor?

During the standard two-handed shooting, at a 10-meter chest target with 5 bullets, all hitting the heart area, of course, many of the agents on site could achieve this as well. However, Jimmy then started to show off his flair. There were a total of 5 chest targets at 10 meters, and on the remaining 4 targets, he rapidly fired two shots each, finishing with the last bullet hitting the target right in front of him, emptying his magazine.

Jimmy removed the magazine and pulled the slide several times to show it was cleared before anyone entered the range to retrieve the targets.

Five target papers were laid out side by side on the shooting platform. With 17+1 bullets, all hit close to the heart area, none strayed from the left chest.

Standing to the side, Jimmy relaxed his arms, giving them space to check the scores. He was confident in his shooting, even if it wasn't with a revolver; he was always on target with fixed targets at close range, like the 10-meter ones.

New targets were hung up, still 5 in total. People stepped away from the shooting platform. Jimmy reloaded the Glock 19 magazine, holstered it, and immediately pulled out his revolver. He removed his 6 bullets from the cylinder to test the rounds, mainly to see if they were still good because normally no one would use a revolver at this training range, and the bullets' storage duration was unknown.

Holding the gun with both hands, Jimmy aimed at the target. Instead of shooting one bullet at a time, he rapidly emptied the cylinder. The bullet impacts were very close together, still all in the left chest area of the chest target.

The bullets were fine. Jimmy tilted the gun, opened the cylinder, and let the bullets drop freely, a sign of good ejection smoothness. All was well.

Jimmy reloaded another round and, with his left hand, took 6 Magnum Bullets from the box. This time he was going to shoot rapidly and reload quickly. To everyone's shock, he emptied the cylinder in just over a second and then displayed his well-practiced manual fast reloading in front of everyone. Firing another round, two cylinders worth of bullets took 5 seconds, and all hit the target.

Jimmy's quick reloading skills had only been witnessed by Peter in New York, and that was just during downtime in a surveillance van while killing time and casually practicing. This real bullet live-fire display was something nobody present had ever seen with a revolver before.

After emptying the cylinder, Jimmy backed away from the shooting platform and gestured with his left hand for them to get the targets, but everyone's eyes were fixated on the revolver in Jimmy's hand, and nobody moved.

Jimmy holstered his revolver under his arm and clapped his hands, "Wake up, it's over."

Finally, someone snapped out of it, walked into the range to collect the targets, and laid them out on the shooting platform. Eighteen bullets from three cylinders, each one hitting the lethal zone of the left chest, with some bullet holes even showing multiple hits in the same spot, making them slightly larger than the others.

They looked at the targets and then at Jimmy, as profanities began to fill the air. Jimmy just shrugged and took a suit jacket from Jones.

He approached the shooting platform again, refilled the cylinder of his revolver from the ammo box, and once he was all set, he turned and walked over to Peter, hands in his trouser pockets, looking at the people gathered around the shooting platform.

"Now you believe my report, right? It was indeed Jones and I who took them down. Don't worry, we aren't the type to lie about such matters," Jimmy said to Ruiz beside him.

Ruiz's expression was as incredulous as the rest of the onlookers, staring at Jimmy, sizing him up, then suddenly turning to Peter, "Peter, can we talk about something?"

Peter didn't pick up on Ruiz's question, "Is today's event over? We need to head back, there's a case to work on. Jones, Dian, let's go."

"Wait, wait, just one more time, just once." This time it wasn't Ruiz who stopped them, but a member from a support team nearby, eyes wide as if fixed with two glass marbles, staring intently at Jimmy.

Peter looked at Jimmy, "What do you say?"

Jimmy just shrugged, "I don't mind, let's do it one more time."

Seeing Jimmy agree, Peter followed him back to the shooting platform, choosing to watch closely this time. He had only caught a glimpse from behind before and, he too, wasn't fully satisfied.

Someone went to hang a new target paper. Jimmy held 6 bullets in his hand, drew his revolver with the right hand, raised it towards the target, but after thinking it through, Jimmy decided to go big.

Jimmy re-holstered the revolver and began untying his tie, then folded it in half and tied it over his eyes. Seeing Jimmy's actions, the surrounding people couldn't stay calm, and the profanity started again.

"Jimmy, are you sure about this?" Peter asked, concerned.

"No problem, I've memorized the location of the targets."

Jimmy drew his revolver, pointed it in the direction of the targets, then readjusted slightly, aligning with the position of the targets he had visualized on "Heart Eye." He fired one shot and then proceeded to rapidly fire until the cylinder was empty. After cocking the revolver and ejecting the shells, he lowered the gun, reloaded each bullet into the cylinder one by one with practiced ease, and raised his hand to shoot again. This time, he didn't fire rapidly, shooting one bullet at a time until the cylinder was empty again.

Jimmy put the revolver back in its holster, untied the blindfold, glanced around, pulled out the revolver again to eject the spent casings, reloaded it from the table, then holstered it back while stepping back to clear the shooting area and retying his tie.

"All right, it's over; you can go check the target paper now," he said as he tied his tie, confident in his performance—with the aid of "Heart Eye," if he missed, he might as well give up shooting for good.

But now, it seemed his blind shooting was a bit over the top. Despite his assurance that it was over, no one moved to get the target paper. At just 10 meters' distance, the holes in the target paper weren't very clear, but their general location was visible, still on the left chest.

After seeing the condition of the targets and then looking back at the excessively young Asian man, everyone fell silent, even the swear words were gone.

"Peter, it's time," Jimmy called to Peter, who turned to look at the people surrounding them, understood that it wasn't the time to talk, patted Ruiz on the shoulder, and then led Jones and the others away from the site, getting ready to head back to Manhattan.

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