It's been two days, and Jimmy still hasn't found a way to come up with a reasonable reason for the New Mexico side to give the Manhattan office a reasonable reason to let Jimmy go.
Finally free, Jimmy was temporarily reassured by the news from Tom. A day without ambushes is a good day!
After spending two days without shame with Nia, Jimmy finally focused on how to run away. Really unable to find a suitable reason to go to New Mexico, Jimmy finally decided to go find Winston, but it would definitely have to be at night.
Jimmy was too lazy to go downstairs at noon, so he directly ordered a takeout to be delivered downstairs. When he returned to the office with the takeout, the phone rang.
Lambert: "Hi, Jimmy, how're you doing?"
Jimmy: "Director Lambert, long time no see. I'm fine. How about you?"
Lambert: "Are you free recently? Are you interested in coming over?"
Jimmy was a little confused: "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"
Lambert: "Just stay idle and leave the rest to me."
Lambert didn't waste any time and hung up the phone directly. Jimmy was a little confused by Lambert's call. He definitely didn't call Lambert, so... was there something going on in Dallas?
Two days later, Jimmy pulled his suitcase out of the airport, took a taxi and dragged his luggage directly to the FBI's Dallas office.
After receiving Lambert's call, Jimmy started to prepare his luggage. Since Lambert said so, he must have a reason to get rid of Hughes, so he just saved himself from going to find Winston again. Perfect. That's how lucky you are.
Jimmy said hello to Ray, who he had worked with before, left the suitcase here, and went directly upstairs to Lambert's office.
As a matter of fact, the FBI's Dallas office occupies a small building with absolutely ample space, so the independent office here really stands out in one word, "big."
Jimmy knocked on the door. Lambert looked up at him and said with a smile: "Come in. You kid has made a lot of news."
Jimmy smiled helplessly. It was impossible for Lambert not to know what happened to him recently. If it were another person, five attacks in two months, and five completely different types of attacks, a memorial service would have been held long ago.
Jimmy: "I'm quite unlucky. Nothing has gone well recently." As he said this, he walked to Lambert's desk and sat on a chair.
Lambert: "Okay, don't be so nervous here. You are also a senior agent, and you are no longer the trainee agent before."
Jimmy shrugged: "Director Lambert, what's the matter with me?"
Lambert shook his head: "It's okay, I just want you to take a vacation and rest for a while."
What the hell? Jimmy is very awake now. Although he flew here for several hours, he is definitely not lost in the lake now. But after listening to Lambert's words, he really felt that his brain was running out.
Jimmy: "Why?"
Lambert didn't reply to him. Instead, he took out a box of cigars from the drawer and threw one to Jimmy. He also took one and got up and went to the living room sofa area. He cut off the two ends and slowly used a lighter. Slow roasted it, lit it and handed it to Jimmy.
Of course Jimmy also came over and sat on the sofa. Although he had never smoked a cigar, he was very observant and used the same steps as Lambert. He also lit it and took two puffs before spitting it out.
Lambert: "Looks very skilled."
Jimmy: "This is my first time. I've never smoked tobacco before. I'm actually more used to flue-cured tobacco."
Lambert: "Do you have a goal in your affairs?"
Jimmy licked his lips with his tongue. He didn't know how much Lambert knew, and he didn't know from what source he knew it, so he had to think about how much he had to say.
Jimmy: "Several attacks were carried out by different people. One of them was the Azit gang, the Azit on the border."
Lambert: "Hughes just came over a few days ago, you know."
Jimmy nodded: "Just so you know, Hughes will be out of the office for two days."
Lambert: "So don't be burdened and just go ahead and do it. You will probably be assigned some other business after this time."
Lambert took a puff of his cigar and looked at Jimmy, "I like you, kid. No matter what happens next, just enjoy this time."
Lambert leaned back on the sofa, smoking a cigar, the smoke rising slowly in front of him.
Jimmy was also smoking a cigar, and the original smile on his face slowly disappeared. What on earth did Hughes say to Lambert? Lambert's words made Jimmy feel dangerous and give him a chill.
What did Hughes find? Lambert means that no one will limit him in his revenge this time, but what will happen next?
Jimmy: "Is it Hughes' idea to ask me to come over this time?"
Lambert nodded. He also wanted to know what Jimmy could say.
Jimmy: "Can I know what Hughes said?"
Lambert shook his head, and Jimmy probably understood. Although he didn't say it, the old man Hughes had probably guessed something, but instead of looking for him directly, he arranged everything for himself. This old man!
Jimmy nodded, "Thank you, thank you."
Lambert nodded. He stood up and went back behind the desk, opened the drawer, took out two folders and handed them to Jimmy, "Okay, go ahead and do your thing."
Jimmy put the cigar on the ashtray, picked up the folder and said goodbye to Lambert, went downstairs to get his luggage from Ray, and left the Dallas office.
Jimmy opened a room in the nearby hotel and opened the two folders given by Lambert. One is a murder file, and the other is a suspect clue.
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Jimmy put the file on the table and wondered what Hughes had guessed.
There is no dispute that the recent attacks were clearly intelligence agency style. Both Hughes and Mahone have mentioned this before.
Such people directly trouble Jimmy without contacting the FBI. That means there is a personal grudge or a problem within the agency. No matter what the situation is, Jimmy must be from a certain agency, or he must have been from another agency before. .
But Jimmy's file is very clear. He really has no record of working in a special agency before. When he thinks of Jimmy's powerful marksmanship and fighting ability, the agency that has always been looming enters Hughes's mind.
Jimmy was obviously not trained as a general office employee. He was most likely trained as a field agent. Such skills are proof. So why did he come to the FBI? What's the purpose?
Hughes must have suspected Jimmy's purpose, but now it was obvious that he did not intend to have a showdown with Jimmy directly. For some unknown reason, he approached Lambert and gave himself a suitable reason to leave Manhattan and come to Texas.
Jimmy lay directly on the bed. Everyone is an FBI, and the ability to freely testify must be full of skills. With so many doubts, I believe Hughes has basically determined it.
Lambert is also an interesting person. I don’t know what kind of relationship he has with Hughes, so that Hughes can tell Lambert his guess. I feel that these FBI old men are very interesting, thoughtful, and have completely different personalities, but they can still become good friends.
Lambert's preparations for Jimmy were very complete. There were no task arrangements. He just gave a clue and specially gave clues, so that Jimmy could use the excuse of investigating the clue to waste time and do his own things.
It seems that neither Hughes nor Lambert have any intention of giving up on Jimmy. Then he just said that he will adjust the business later, maybe letting Jimmy go to an idle department to rest, but he doesn't know how long he will rest.
No matter so much, since Lambert has prepared everything, let's take care of his own affairs.
It's definitely not realistic to go directly to New Mexico, so what can be done here in Texas is Azte.
Jimmy got up and picked up his cell phone to call Thorsten, asking him to have dinner and chat with him after get off work in the evening.
Thorsten is pretty good. Although he only worked with Jimmy once at first, whether he was seconded in Dallas or making phone calls, he was very enthusiastic and easy to get along with. Of course, it all depends on the person. People with Jimmy's personality are obviously more compatible with him.
During dinner in the evening, Jimmy inquired about Azite's situation. The DEA people had been paying attention to them for a long time, but just like the FBI, the minor characters were not interested, and the big guys had no evidence.
Thorsten and the others were also having a hard time. After scanning their stronghold several times, the gains were not too great, and they did not know the whereabouts of the Azite gang bosses.
They cover a wide range of states, from Texas to New Mexico, Arizona, and California. Although the number of people in each place is not large, these people are ruthless, and the federal and local agencies here handle their cases. Be very careful, casualties are very easy to occur.
However, there were some gains. Thorsten did not ask Jimmy in detail, but just said that if Jimmy found out anything in his investigation, just synchronize the news with them. If necessary, he could also call for support.
Although DEA doesn't have as much control as the FBI, they are also very good at dealing with drug-related gangs. In addition, DEA has its own support team, so Torsten still gives Jimmy a lot of face.
Jimmy also has this idea. When necessary, he can be called for support, and he can also share some of the credit. It is really good if everyone is good.
Everything went well. Jimmy could finally go back to the hotel and have a good sleep. Then he made preparations, starting with a stronghold that DEA had found.
The next day, Jimmy went to a car dealer and bought a second-hand car. He put on a temporary license plate and set off. Dallas is the third largest city in Texas and the ninth largest city in the United States. There is no shortage of gangs in such a place.
Jimmy drove to Wynnewood, drove around the target area, and then left here to find a place to eat and kill time before setting off in the evening.
At night, Jimmy parked his car in the large parking lot of the shopping mall and walked to the residential area.
Wynnewood is a large residential area. Thorsten told Jimmy that there was a local gangster living nearby, and he was Jimmy's target this time.
"Dongdong", Jimmy stood by the door and knocked on the door. There was only one person in the house. Judging from the body shape, she was a woman. She was obviously not Jimmy's target. There were no human figures in other places in the room, so there was no need to sneak in.
"Who's out there?"
"Is Salai here?"
Jimmy didn't even report to the FBI. He had no intention of using his FBI identity, and even the clothes he wore now were just casual clothes.
The people inside came to the door and opened it. An old woman looked at Jimmy and asked: "Who are you?"
"I'm Nathan. A friend asked me to find Salai. Where did he go?" Jimmy gave a real and fake name. This was a fake name he made when he was still a county police officer in Pulaski County. Identity, of course, this identity also has a corresponding real driver's license.
"Sa Lai went out to play. He hasn't come back for the past two days. I don't know where he went." After saying that, the old woman planned to close the door.
"Wait, can you give me his mobile phone number? I'll contact you first." Jimmy said with a smile.
Jimmy's Chinese appearance is obviously a sign of security. He is a handsome Chinese guy wearing casual clothes. He is obviously not the gangsters Salai usually associates with. The old woman looked at Jimmy, thought for a moment, and nodded, "Come in, I'll look for it for you."
Jimmy thanked him, pushed the door open with the side of his hand, and entered the house without leaving any fingerprints.
The old woman took the phone from the table, pulled out the phone number and gave it to Jimmy. Jimmy thanked her again and turned to leave.
Jimmy simply adjusted his clothes and changed his clothes. He basically didn't do any special makeup. Because it was night and there was no surveillance here, Jimmy was not worried about leaking his whereabouts.
After all, Dallas is a big city. Although the proportion of Chinese Americans is not high, the number of people is actually not small. Although there are not many cases of Jimmy wandering alone on the street, it is still too few and not particularly conspicuous.
Jimmy returned to the car. He couldn't call Salai directly now, as it would easily alarm him, so it was best to locate him first. At this time, Ma Hong needs to be troubled again. Before the authority of the command center is taken back, he can help investigate the location of this mobile phone number.
In fact, Jimmy could have chosen a more violent method, but that would have alerted them too easily. It would be fine if one or two people were missing, but if a person from a stronghold was moved, the leaders above them would definitely find out that someone was targeting them.
After a night's rest, Ma Hong helped Jimmy determine his location after going to work, and his mobile phone's location turned out to be at home. Jimmy had nothing to say and just went over.
Jimmy knocked on the door and said, "FBI, open the door."
The old woman opened the door and was surprised to see Jimmy.
Jimmy: "Good morning, ma'am. FBI, come on, come on out, let's talk."
The sound of "crash" came, and Jimmy had already noticed that Salai had jumped out of the window and ran out. He did not enter the house, but chased after her from the side. These residential areas in the suburbs of southern cities generally have relatively ample space, and many of them have backyards in the back. They are blocked by simple fences or even left empty.
"Sa Lai, stop, or I'm going to shoot." Jimmy shouted while chasing him. Sa Lai was probably too nervous and didn't even put on his shoes. Jimmy had already discovered that he had lost one of his shoes, but he just couldn't run away. At 100 meters, Salai was directly knocked down by Jimmy.
Jimmy put a gun to his head, "I found you, Salai. Let's go and have a nice chat."
Jimmy did not handcuff Salai, but put his left hand around his shoulders, and the two brothers returned to the front of his house in good spirits. Salai told his mother that he was going out with friends, then got into Jimmy's used car and left.
There was no way, Jimmy had never holstered the gun in his right hand, and Salai just ran away from the bed without even taking the gun.
When they came to a small woods in the suburbs, Jimmy asked Sa Lai to get out of the car. The two entered the woods. Jimmy put a gun on Sa Lai and made him sit on the ground. Then he said, "Tell me, what do you know about Tim Sparks?" How much? And where is Bob now?"
Tim Spark is the second-in-command of Azite, and he is also the one who directly sent people to attack Jimmy, while Bob is Salai's top line. This guy has been lurking very well. Thorsten and the others tried several times but failed. Caught.
Jimmy took the Glock back, took out the Python, and started the roulette game again, "Don't try to lie to me, now, the game begins."
