Thankfully, the phone still worked, even though it was around 1 AM, and Tom answered after two rings.

Tom, "What's up?"

Jimmy, "Is it convenient? Let's talk by the lake, the matter is over."

Tom, "Half an hour." He hung up the phone right away.

Jimmy was used to his quick hang-ups; he drove over quickly, not needing half an hour at all. It seemed that Tom's current location was quite far, especially since there were hardly any cars on the road in the early hours, so the speed was not slow.

Jimmy drove to the lakeside, turned off the car lights and engine, and just waited inside the car. After twenty minutes, the sound of a motorcycle engine approached, and Jimmy got out of the car as Tom rode up on his motorcycle next to Jimmy's car.

Tom, "What's the situation? How did it end?"

Jimmy, "I spoke with that William. He said it was a CIA operation team's mission, the task was given by someone named Watson whom he does not know.

Today, I was on duty at the hospital guarding James. Tonight, an assassin about 2 meters tall came to James's ward intending to make his move. I shot him, and during his escape, he couldn't get away because of the gunshot wound. He killed himself."

Tom listened attentively as Jimmy described the process, then spoke after Jimmy had finished, "These definitely weren't people from the CIA operation team."

Jimmy, astonished, "Why? William said it was an order from the CIA."

Tom, "First, there aren't many CIA operation teams domestically, and one of their operational requirements is not having any prominent physical features; as an assassination squad, they need more often to blend into crowds. You just said the gunman was 2 meters tall; I haven't heard of them having anyone like that before.

Second, most of the CIA operatives trained domestically come from the military. Even if a mission fails, at most they are captured, and a rescue operation follows. However, the assassin you encountered killed himself when he had no chance of escape. That's definitely not the style of the CIA operation teams."

This time Jimmy truly was shocked. If these weren't CIA operation team members, then deriving earlier clues from the results had led completely astray.

Tom, "This type of person must be an assassin, and not a lone wolf type. There's definitely an organization behind him. He probably killed himself because if captured, he might endanger others or something else, doing it to protect other people."

Jimmy, "Will they continue then?"

Tom, "Yes, if indeed someone paid for the assignment, this person's failure will just prompt them to send others."

Jimmy, "What should we do then? I can't stay here indefinitely, I've been here for a long time, I need to go back."

Tom, "Yeah, you go back. I'll handle it."

Jimmy, "There's one more thing, the person who ordered it is called Watson. Do you recall that name?"

Tom, "Don't inquire about that person, don't investigate, he's a high-ranking CIA officer, any investigation into him could trigger a chain reaction. He's not someone you can handle."

Jimmy, "At least give me some information. I can't keep being in the dark about this."

Tom, "Alright, his full name is Noah Watson, head of the Anti-Terrorism Bureau, currently at the New York Anti-Terrorism Bureau. Caucasian, elderly, with a thin face, wears glasses, reserved, the kind you would remember at a glance, has a strong presence, no public photos, I've only seen him in Langley, never have directly interacted with him."

Jimmy, "Does he have a lot of power?"

Tom, "Yes, a lot of power, even in Langley. So, don't provoke him, don't investigate, don't mention his name on any communication devices. And, if this affair really was his arrangement, there might be other matters linked to him too, which I will handle. Make sure you stay out of it."

Jimmy, "I understand. Can I ask another question?"

Tom, "What kind of problems are you having?"

Jimmy, "In the initial data you gave me, the signatory, Veronique Durand— who is she?"

Tom shook his head, "Originally, that document was supposed to be used for your insurance after my death, and I really hoped you would never need it. Well, since it's come to this, I'll tell you.

Veronique Durand, former CIA Head of Intelligence at the Europe Station, later transferred to lead the Middle East Station, then the Asia Station. Your original identity was as the son of Veronique, while your nominal father is unknown—at least to me.

Veronique had passed away in 1998 due to cancer.

Your data is highly classified, and ordinary people can't access it, rest assured, unless someone particularly queries your number, normally your identity wouldn't be revealed."

Jimmy, "That's not right, if she had already died, why did you still make me take on her identity?"

Tom, "From the time Veronique arranged for you to enter the CIA, I was the one leading you. She saved my life twice, and in a mortal situation, I would repay her.

After Veronique's death, I had originally planned to have the previous you leave the CIA, but when I was preparing to handle the documents, I discovered someone had begun querying your file after Veronique's death, with a very high level of authorization; someone was keeping an eye on you.

I didn't dare continue to destroy the data, so I could only let you continue to bide your time in training camp. However, there was a problem during your first mission.

Because of this accident, you had to take on this identity, after completing your training camp, the next task was to await activation, so no matter what job you did, it would be normal, and public records wouldn't show your employment at the CIA.

Don't worry about the data; I used a special method to modify it, the document data has been replaced, and I've also changed your biometric information, fingerprints, and DNA samples. Even if someone investigates, the results will be the same, and you are now Jimmy Yang."

Jimmy suddenly felt that asking this question was somewhat redundant and only made him more confused. He thought for a moment, "Am I of Chinese descent or Japanese descent?"

Tom, "Hmm? Does it matter?"

Jimmy, "Yes, it makes a big difference."

Tom, "Veronica was stationed at the HK Consulate; she should be of Chinese descent, I guess."

Jimmy, "OK, I understand. Last question, what's your rank?"

Tom, "That's not something you should know. If there's nothing else, you should leave Little Rock as soon as possible. I'll arrange for someone to take over looking after James; this matter has to be dealt with, but it's more important upstairs than here."

Jimmy nodded, "I understand, then I'll leave tomorrow. How do I contact you if I need to find you later?"

Tom, "Wait for me to contact you. Goodbye."

Tom put on his helmet, mounted his motorcycle, and left first. Jimmy also got in his car and returned to the hotel.

The next day, Jimmy got up, packed up, then checked out of his room and drove to the county police station.

Cage had gone to work early, and the autopsy report had already been obtained. When Jimmy arrived, Cage was writing the case report, though most of it wasn't his work, but records still needed to be maintained.

This time, the main force was Jimmy; Cage only needed to make a note, and the relevant data was with the FBI. The rest was not his concern, and thus a major case involving an attack on a director was concluded.

Jimmy greeted Cage, said his farewells, then handed the car keys to Amy for her to keep. Afterwards, he left the police station with a small bag, took a taxi to the airport, and returned to Dallas.

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