After getting out of the car, the three gathered beside Ruiz's car, "This is one of the Red Dragon's hideouts, no location of their main base in the bureau's files."
Jimmy glanced around; it was only 8 o'clock now, and the bar wasn't particularly crowded, "Alright, here it is. You two should put on the bullet-proof vests."
Ruiz looked at Jimmy and shook his head, "It's just an investigation now, no need."
Jimmy: "No, a colleague just died in the line of duty today. It's necessary, put them on."
Ruiz looked at Taylor: "Taylor?"
Taylor nodded: "Let's all put them on. Jimmy, you should wear one too."
Jimmy took a deep breath, nodded, and the three of them each opened their car's equipment bags, took off their suits and put on the bullet-proof vests, hanging the FBI badges directly around their necks. Jimmy put on a little more; he also wore black disposable gloves.
