Instead of going home, Jimmy drove to the Counter-Terrorism Bureau. About half of the people in the command center were reduced, with only 3 or 4 people on duty. return
Jimmy: "Has the target appeared? Where are the others?"
Staff: "There is currently no signal. We only found one signal today. Everyone else is resting and we take shifts."
Jimmy nodded: "Okay, let me know as soon as you have news, no matter when."
Staff: "Understood. Good night."
Jimmy returned to the temporary office, pulled out two chairs from outside, took off his suit, lay down and squinted. The conditions here are not as good as my own FBI office. There are sofas and folding beds available there, but here I can only make do with chairs.
In the early morning, the phone rang. Jimmy took the phone from the table and connected it, and said in a confused voice: "This is Jimmy."
"Jimmy, it's me, Jack. That unfortunate guy you asked me to look after, he wants to see you." Jack was the agent on the night shift last night. return
Jimmy sobered up a little: "You mean the guy in the detention room?"
Jack: "Well, when I went to let him go just now, he didn't leave directly when he knew I was going to let him go. Instead, he wanted to see you."
Jimmy: "Did he give a reason?"
Jack: "No, but he seems to be in good spirits."
Jimmy raised his hand and glanced at the time, "In half an hour, I'll go there now."
Jimmy was also a little curious as to why this guy wanted to see him. Supposedly, being able to let him go and not let him go to jail would be a preferential treatment.
After getting up and going to the bathroom to deal with it, Jimmy drove back to the FBI office. return
Jimmy opened the detention room, where Oliver Cohen had been handcuffed and was sitting at the table in a daze. Obviously, he has not completely become a homeless man. Although no one is watching, he has not completely become a homeless person. Although his sitting posture is loose, he is still somewhat human-like.
Jimmy: "Cohen, what do you want to say to me?" Jimmy said as he came over, sat across the table, and put the breakfast he was carrying on the table.
Cohen probably didn't sleep much all night, and he seemed to have no energy. He swallowed when he saw the sandwich and coffee that Jimmy put on the table.
Seeing his expression, Jimmy understood. Even though it was his own breakfast, it was okay to give it to him. He pushed it and pushed the sandwich to him, "I brought it for you. Eat it first and then talk about it."
Cohen nodded in thanks, picked up the sandwich, took off the wrapping paper, and bit into it: "Thanks."
Jimmy originally planned to drink the coffee himself, but seeing the way he was eating, come on, give it to him.
After finishing the sandwich and taking a sip of coffee, Oliver Cohen took a long breath and then said: "You are amazing, you are the Asian with the fastest reaction I have ever seen."
Jimmy nodded slightly, said nothing, and continued to wait for him to speak.
Cohen: "Thank you for letting me go. In return, I have a message for you."
Jimmy became more energetic. He took out the notes and pen in his pocket and began to prepare notes.
Cohen: "No need to record it, no need. There is an underground casino behind the kitchen of Green's Restaurant in Harlem. If you are interested, you should be able to gain a lot."
When he heard about underground casinos, Jimmy lost interest again. "How did you know?"
Cohen: "I lived near that area for a while. I'm just giving you a piece of news. I don't know much about the situation there."
Jimmy: "Who the hell are you?" Also
Cohen: "Well, I originally planned to rob a few street vendors. They would take turns going there once every two days, probably to pick up goods or pay money. Later, I found that there were many people there, so I didn't do it. One person couldn't do it. There are multiple people, and unless I kill them all, this news means nothing to me.”
Jimmy put the pen and paper back into his pocket. There was really no need to record this. He nodded: "I understand. Give me your number. I will contact you if you need confirmation."
Cohen shook his head, "No need to contact me, I'm just giving you a message."
Jimmy: "Okay, you can leave. Goodbye, no more robberies."
Jimmy stood up and left the detention room, and Cohen followed him. When he got to the elevator and saw him downstairs, Jimmy returned to the detention room, picked up the garbage and threw it into the trash can outside.
Looking at the time, Jimmy came to wait for him outside Luyinzi's office. Regardless of whether the news just now was useful or not, that shabby place in Harlem was just a trap. It was better to let the old tool man Luyinz deal with it.
The first time Lu Yinzi came to work, he saw Jimmy sitting outside, "Jimmy, good morning."
Jimmy followed into Luyinzi's office and told Luyinzi what the Oliver Cohen who was arrested yesterday said.
Luyinz: "This Cohen is a bit interesting."
Jimmy: "What?"
Luyinz: "We have known about the underground casino behind Green's Restaurant for a long time, but we have never touched them. Part of what Cohen said is true, but the other part is false news.
He said that those street dealers would go there to pick up the goods and pay for them. This was definitely a problem. It was an underground club run by some gang elders. There was some playing cards and drinking, but as a drug transfer station, at least we never had it here. Got this news.
If this Cohen doesn't have any grudge against them, then someone is deliberately trying to lead us to mess with them and use us as their gunmen. "
Jimmy took out the sticky note, tore off the paper with Cohen's information and handed it to Luyinzi: "Here you go, I have other things to deal with now, if you are interested, do it, if you are not, just leave it alone. By the way. , if this Cohen is really here to bait us, do you think we should find an opportunity to get him back again?"
Lu Yinzi shook his head: "It's not necessary. I've seen many people like this. Gangs want to use us to clean up their opponents. This hasn't changed in the past few decades, and their methods are as bad as ever. How's it going with Ma Hong? "
Jimmy: "I'm dealing with other things now, which have nothing to do with him. Okay, I'm leaving first."
Jimmy did not return to the office. Hughes arranged for him to handle Watson's affairs, so he left the bureau's affairs aside for the time being. He just happened to see if the new Mahone could handle it.
On the way to the Counter-Terrorism Bureau, Jimmy also figured it out. The FBI was still too conspicuous. In the eyes of thoughtful people, the combination of a Victoria Crown and a suit would make his identity very suspicious. Coupled with the probing, it would basically be enough. I figured out my identity. I must have been unlucky. I was spotted while parking on the road to watch others. Then Cohen came to test me. After he was caught, he gave a message to the FBI and asked him to take action.
It is necessary to change a car. The Sabo class who drove the headquarters before came back and said hello to them, but they did not agree. When I go back to polish it again, I must get a car to replace the current Crown Victoria. .
Back at the Counter-Terrorism Bureau, Watson was already standing in the command center. When he saw Jimmy coming in, he called Jimmy to the corridor, "Did you arrest someone yesterday?"
Jimmy's eyes changed. Damn it, after arresting the person that night, he never told the Counter-Terrorism Bureau. The person was also sent directly to the FBI. How did he know? return
Watson: "Bring him here and our people will interrogate him."
Jimmy: "That guy just wanted to rob me. He was released after trial. We don't have time for such trivial matters now."
Watson: "He may be related to the boxer, we need to interrogate him."
Jimmy also said angrily: "It can't be related to the boxer. I just arrived at the Counter-Terrorism Bureau yesterday. I haven't gone out to meet anyone else since I took over. If he arranges for others to attack me when the signal appears at night, Then all of you are probably moles. It is impossible for him to get my information so easily, unless someone from you leaks it, or he is not outside at all, just watching us in this building."
Watson's expression became increasingly gloomy. He looked at Jimmy for a while, nodded, turned around and left the command center, probably going back to his office.
Jimmy was also unhappy. He opened the door of the command center and went in. "Are the results of yesterday's surveillance investigation available?"
Staff: "Screen No. 3, we have investigated the surveillance at the last message location, and did not capture his whereabouts. What is displayed now is his previous whereabouts record, and only three surveillance cameras have content." Also.
The viewing angle of the monitoring on the screen should be traffic monitoring. For pedestrians walking on the roadside, the resolution is really not that good.
Staff: "Because the surveillance range is too small, we can't determine where he started from or where he disappeared. These three surveillance videos have no other clues other than identifying his general appearance."
Jimmy: "Have you located the location where the signal appeared around 11 o'clock last night?"
Staff: "It has been determined that it is a sewer entrance. Our people checked the scene and found two loose manhole covers nearby. It is not yet sure which hole he was active in."
Jimmy: "But we can probably determine that he moved in the underground pipe network. Pay attention to the next signal and be sure to locate it as soon as possible."
Staff: "Understood."
Jimmy turned to look in the direction of Watson's office. This waiting time was too unbearable. If Watson could provide the boxer's former safe house and other residences, he could now go to the scene to investigate. He would be more convenient than other investigators. , because he can detect if anyone is inside the house without approaching it. return
It's a pity that my ability can't be used at all without a goal.
It was approaching noon, and Jimmy was already thinking about going out for a meal when suddenly a warning sound sounded, "Target signal found, location, Times Square."
Jimmy: "Mobilize surrounding surveillance. There are a lot of surveillance here. Call me when you are sure."
Jimmy opened the door and ran out. Times Square was not far from the Counter-Terrorism Bureau, but there was a problem. The traffic conditions in Manhattan during the day were very unfriendly.
Jimmy parked the car on the road next to him, got out of the car and walked to Times Square. He wore sunglasses and walked around while observing the people around him. Jimmy did not hold his mobile phone, but wore a single-ear Bluetooth headset. The call had been connected to the staff of the Counter-Terrorism Bureau's command center, and now he was waiting for the other party to find the source of the signal from the surveillance.
Although Times Square is not big, the number of people during the day is too terrifying. Jimmy is only 183cm tall, which is a little more than the average height. It is not enough to stand out from the crowd, and there is no way to directly observe the appearance of many passers-by. The best way to find someone is to determine the location immediately through monitoring, and then visually confirm it after approaching.
Jimmy was walking in Times Square, looking around behind his sunglasses, trying to look normal, but he couldn't help it and was still a little nervous. return
The tips given by Watson were a bit excessive. He was good at fighting and boxing, and was proficient in using various firearms. If the boxer didn't get close, Jimmy would kill him casually. If he didn't pay attention and let him get close, Jimmy's nerve reflexes might It's enough to see the opponent's movements clearly, but the body may not be able to keep up.
"Agent Yang, we found him. He just passed West 44th Street and moved westward. He has left the surveillance camera. He was not found on the 8th Avenue surveillance camera. He should still be in the middle section."
The voice of the Counter-Terrorism Bureau staff came from the Bluetooth headset. Jimmy immediately turned around and ran to West 44th Street. There was so much traffic that it was difficult for Jimmy to run here. He finally reached the intersection of West 44th Street and 7th Avenue. As I turned the corner, I heard a muffled "bang bang" sound, broken, gunfire.
Jimmy immediately turned and searched along West 44th Street toward 8th Avenue, "I heard gunfire, West 44th Street, but I'm not sure where it is."
While searching, Jimmy told the staff that it is an essential skill for police officers to communicate the situation at the scene at any time, so that the rear and others can know their situation, so that if an accident occurs, they can be rescued as soon as possible.
"The nearest area is a parking lot. I want to go in and search it."
Jimmy ran forward for a while and found the entrance to a large parking lot. According to the muffled gunshots just now, it should not be far away and there was some obstruction. If it were on the street, W44 Street would have exploded by now. This parking lot is very suspicious now. Judging from the fact that the people around him didn't panic, they either didn't hear it at all or noticed that the sound just now was a gunshot, or they were in a good mental state, which is obviously unlikely to be the case. return
After Jimmy reported on the phone, he turned directly into the parking lot and flashed his badge at the security guard at the entrance. "I heard gunshots outside just now. Is there anything unusual here?"
The security guard opened the window of the security room: "Gunshots? I didn't hear it. Maybe the sound insulation here is better."
Jimmy nodded, "I'll go to the parking lot and take a look."
After saying hello, Jimmy pulled out the Glock with his right hand and walked directly down the slope.
"Bang", I heard it clearly this time, it was indeed in the parking lot, but the sound didn't sound close now. Jimmy immediately started running, scanning the surroundings in his mind's eye, and finally found something abnormal. Someone was lying on the ground. On the ground, it looked like he had fallen face down, and there was no movement.
Continuing to move towards this person, a person soon appeared in his sight, running to the other side. After Jimmy was sure it was safe, he accelerated and ran towards the person who fell on the ground. A man wearing sneakers and a pullover fell to the ground, and a lot of blood had flowed out. .
"Someone was shot and fell to the ground. No one else was found. I'll go check."
Jimmy walked over, reached out and moved his head. He was not a boxer, but moved his body slightly. He was shot in the chest. Judging from the location of the wound, it was likely that his lungs were injured.
"Someone was shot, once in the chest and once in the abdomen. He is unconscious but still alive. You should call the police immediately."
Jimmy's phone has been busy, and he doesn't have time to call the police. He should let the Counter-Terrorism Bureau handle it. He still has to hurry up and chase the person in front.
Jimmy's mission is to find the boxer, but now that there is a shooting, he can't just give up on the wounded person. Unfortunately, he doesn't have a medical kit with him, so he can only call the police and hope that the police and ambulance will come quickly.
Jimmy ran with a gun and chased the person who ran away in front of him. He had just discovered the location where he left. The elevator shaft was not far away. Jimmy ran over. Dots of blood could be seen on the road. There was also a blood stain outside the elevator. Wow, Jimmy looked at the scene and the elevator without clicking the button because he could no longer identify the person above him.
Jimmy: "The attacker should have been shot. There are blood stains on the ground. Judging from the traces, he should have left in the elevator. I need to conduct an on-site investigation."
