Hank was wearing a quick-drying T-shirt and athletic shorts and looked like he was on a night run.
Jimmy: "Hey, Hank. Do you want to run for exercise?"
Hank stopped in front of Jimmy, pressed his hands on his thighs and took a breath before straightening up, "Hey, Jimmy, why are you here?"
Jimmy: "Walking around here, I saw a boxing club and came to have fun. Do you live nearby?"
Hank: "Yes, do you live near here? There doesn't seem to be a hotel here." The villa in the Sandia Mountains east of Albuquerque is a wealthy area. Jimmy is not a local, but he comes here specifically for a boxing club. What do you think? None of it is normal.
Jimmy: "No, downtown, over there in the city center. I'm here to do business, of course it's better to be closer. Steven said this club is good, so I came to experience it. There are not as many boxing clubs in New York as here."
Hank: "Of course, we have a lot of clubs here, and they are great, and have produced several world champions. Especially the owner of this club, Kyle Anderson, is a former world champion, but he doesn't play often anymore. When you come next time, I can introduce you to his trainer and train him to become a world champion trainer."
Jimmy: "Thank you so much, Hank. I'm going back first, and you continue to exercise. Goodbye."
Jimmy chatted briefly with Hank, walked to the car parked on the roadside, started the car and left the villa area. Hank watched Jimmy leave from behind, thought for a while, and continued running.
This Jimmy is definitely not simple. I need to have a good chat with Steven tomorrow to see if he is targeting me.
No wonder Hank thinks so. There are not many residents in the villa area, but they just met and had a meal, and the next day they met Jimmy near his residence. Everyone would think there was something wrong, especially Hank and the others. A highly risky DEA agent.
Jimmy made it back to the hotel without incident and finally had time to clean up Scott's things. After opening the bag and dumping all Scott's things on the bed, Jimmy began to examine the pile of "trash". Well, to Jimmy, it was just a pile of trash.
A Mexican passport, a Curp card, and a driver's license issued by Mexico City. They were all Scott's photos and fake names. It was obvious that he was well prepared. These things seemed to be very finely made, and maybe even possible. It's a real fake document.
A Standard Chartered Bank card and a key with a 426 number, which seemed to be the key to the safe deposit box, but without any other markings. These two were of some use, and Jimmy put them on the papers.
A wilson bat 1911 pistol, a spare magazine, and a total of 16 rounds of ammunition are definitely enough for self-defense. To be able to put it here as a spare pistol, this gun must be clean. Scott is not without money, so he will definitely not choose to put a used gun. It is just suitable for Jimmy. Jimmy used it at the shooting range in 1911, but it has always been He has never bought one himself, so he is still used to using Glock.
A contact lens case, containing a pair of gray child-eye contact lenses, which should be used by Scott when putting on makeup, was thrown directly into the trash can.
A Bulgari watch can be kept. Jimmy can only recognize the brand but not the price, but it shouldn't be too cheap.
The rest was unused garbage. Jimmy checked to make sure there was no special mark and threw it all into the trash can.
It's a pity that there are no mobile phones or other electronic products here, and there seems to be no way to find his other things.
After putting the usable items and banknotes into his box, Jimmy rested peacefully.
He received a call from Steven early the next morning.
Steven: "Jimmy, Tim showed up. He just came back and brought two men into the house. The name registered by the owner is not his. The surveillance team is watching. I'm leaving now."
Jimmy: "I'll be there soon."
After getting the good news, Jimmy immediately changed his clothes, took his gun and went out.
When he arrived in the uptown area, Jimmy had already recorded the route around the address in detail after getting the address provided by CIA Tony, so even if he didn't look at the map now, he got here smoothly.
Jimmy parked the car on the side of the intersection and did not get closer. Although he was in the car, it was still the same problem. The Chinese were too conspicuous. He was also waiting for Steven's call.
After a while, two cars stopped behind Jimmy's car. Hank and Steven got out of their respective cars and walked to Jimmy's car. Jimmy also got out of the car.
Steven: "Your information is correct. Tim is definitely in that house. He should have been out for the past two days and just came back this morning."
Jimmy: "Did your people take a frontal shot? Is it consistent with the photo?"
Steven: "It's confirmed, that truck is ours."
Jimmy looked over and said, "You guys wait here, I'll go over and take a look."
Jimmy walked straight forward, taking out his cigarette case and lighter as he walked. Hank watched Jimmy talk to Steven and leave. He patted Steven: "Man, tell me, what are you doing?"
Steven: "Tim is Jimmy's target. He just came to me to help investigate. He is too conspicuous."
Hank: "Have you verified his identity?"
Steven: "No need. He is a relative of an old friend of mine. I trust him."
Hank frowned slightly, as if his partner who had been working together for many years had some secrets that he didn't know.
Jimmy walked along the sidewalk and returned. Hank and Steven couldn't tell what Jimmy was spying on. It seemed that he almost didn't turn his head to look at the house. Is there such a big difference between the FBI's reconnaissance and the DEA's? What could he see?
Jimmy: "Thank you, Steven. Your people can evacuate. Just leave this place to me."
Hank was surprised, what do you mean? If they are not allowed to intervene, what is the FBI going to do? He exclaimed, "wtf! What do you want to do? This is downtown."
Jimmy smiled and said to them: "Don't worry, I can handle it. I won't forget you. I will handle it later without taking up your manpower."
Steven reached out and held Hank: "Okay, then I'll tell them to go back, you be careful."
After saying that, he pulled Hank towards their car, and after taking two steps, he let go of Hank. Hank was a nice person, but people who could have anything to do with Tom were probably ruthless people. There was no need to let Hank get involved. and come in.
Hank: "Tell me everything later." After saying that, he got into his car, turned around and left.
After Steven got in the car, he made a phone call. The door of the truck compartment in front opened, and a man jumped out, got into the cab, and drove away. Steven made sure that the surveillance vehicle was started, and then started the car and turned around to leave the road.
Jimmy drove forward for a while and came to the location where the surveillance truck was parked. It was only a dozen meters away from the house that Tim entered. It was completely within his range and he could monitor the situation inside.
There are three people in the house now, two of them are in the living room, one is sitting and the other is lying on the sofa, and the other is in the bedroom, looking like he is sorting something. There is a box on the bed, which looks like a suitcase.
Jimmy just watched them clean up. It was daytime and this was an urban area. It was not good to make too much noise. From the looks of them, they seemed to be leaving, so there was no need to force their way in and deal with it after they got outside.
After a while, another car drove over with two people in it. They parked in front of Tim's house without getting out of the car.
Jimmy looked at them. They didn't look like police or other agency detectives. They were most likely one of Tim's men.
The house seemed to be tidied up. The person in the bedroom pulled the box out, asked the two people on the sofa to get up, opened the door and prepared to leave.
The man dragging the suitcase was Tim, and Jimmy had seen his picture too many times to recognize him. The three people got into the car parked at the door of the garage, backed up onto the road, started the car and drove away, followed by the other car that had just arrived.
Jimmy started the car and followed them, driving south.
After just two intersections, Tim's car in front suddenly started to accelerate, and the car behind him also accelerated. Jimmy frowned, did they find themselves? There is no choice in this situation but to speed up and catch up.
After detouring two more blocks, Jimmy was sure that they had indeed found themselves. The route that had been heading south suddenly turned into a detour through the city. Fortunately, they were still in a residential area in the upper city, and there weren't many cars on the road during the day, so it wouldn't affect their speed too much.
Tim was very angry now. This time he came to see Scott at the agreed time. Since things went wrong in New York, Scott came to Albuquerque.
The people sent to New York this time were all his cronies. Eight people were lost at one time. His loss was very heavy. But because their business relies heavily on the people above them, otherwise they would not be able to break into many places.
Only by obtaining the terminal sales link can their profits be maximized. If they continue to distribute to other gangs as before, their profits will be very small and they will not be able to quickly expand their power. After all, they are active on the border. If a place like this does not have enough power, it will not survive for long and will be quickly annexed and eliminated by other gangs.
When they returned to Albuquerque this time, they originally went to Scott's safe house as soon as possible, but the person they stayed there told him a very serious piece of information.
A young Chinese-American FBI came over. Scott had already arrived at the safe house, but their men discovered the location of the FBI agent. Scott brought a dozen people with him to kill him. After that, there was no Scott anymore. Special news.
The young Chinese, FBI agent, and Scott were missing. The correlation of these clues gave Tim a very bad association. In the past few days, he has been arranging for people to search for Scott and his subordinates, but at a little There are no clues. How could one FBI agent accomplish this?
He also contacted his internal source, and it was certain that at least the police here did not receive any alarm information.
Tim really felt a sense of crisis. He quickly took advantage of the time to find people and cleared out all the strongholds that Scott knew. At the same time, he also moved the warehouse that he had been using before. Then he returned to this temporary residence to pack up and prepare. Leave for a while.
Scott was indeed the one who gave the order, but the people sent to New York were all his. As long as those people didn't die, someone would definitely leak the news. Otherwise, how could the FBI pursue Albuquerque?
Although there was something wrong with Scott's guessing process, the result was correct, so he had to run, and he had no choice but to run. What I didn't expect was that just when I was packing my things and preparing to escape, I was actually being followed.
After contacting the two men in the car behind by phone, they determined that the driver of the car they were following was a Chinese man in a suit, so he didn't run away. It must be the FBI from New York who was chasing him.
After driving around the city for several times, they never got rid of Jimmy. Tim contacted the car behind him and split into two groups at an intersection. When he was sure that the car behind him was chasing him, Tim finally got out of the car. Decided.
Tim: "Go around two more times and then go out of the city and arrange for someone to ambush him."
The driver kept driving, and the co-pilot's brother took out his phone and started shaking people. The sign was now clear, and Jimmy didn't drag him too far behind. He followed Tim's car directly to ensure that he wouldn't be lost.
Soon they left the city, crossed the airport, changed direction directly on the Gobi Highway, and entered the Gobi Desert.
Jimmy looked at Tim who was walking on the path ahead, and was also curious about where he was going. Knowing that someone was chasing him, he could enter the Gobi Desert so directly. It was obvious that he was going to take action, but there were only three of them. The other car hasn't appeared yet, which is commendable for their courage.
Driving on desert and Gobi roads is definitely not a good idea. Both cars are cars, not off-road vehicles. They are very bumpy. Occasionally they will enter small roads and speed up a little, but they can never catch up.
Follow the path to a small mountain group, which is composed of several very small peaks. The height is only about ten meters. The path travels in the middle of the peaks. There is also a ditch several meters wide on the roadside, which seems to be naturally formed. , there are large and small stones at the bottom.
Jimmy suddenly had a bad feeling. The terrain here was too good for an ambush. He opened his mind and carefully observed the mountains on the left and right. At a corner of the open space ahead, Tim's car suddenly turned to brake and stopped sideways behind a big rock.
Jimmy drove over and stepped on the brakes in time. He noticed some people hiding in the dark. The three people in Tim's car in front also got out of the car behind the stone.
Jimmy turned the car sideways, opened the door and got out of the car, hiding in the front of the car and looking over.
Seeing that Jimmy didn't enter the ambush, they didn't waste any time. They just stepped out from the darkness and shot at Jimmy's car. After confirming that Jimmy was the only one here, all the people in ambush came out, used the rocks on the hill to cover their bodies, and surrounded him bit by bit.
