Jimmy took the package, opened it and pulled out the file inside—good lord, it was close to ten centimeters thick, and that was just a portion of the excerpted content.

There were too many files, and it wasn't something that could be finished in a short time. Jimmy set it aside and continued to think about a point he had come up with earlier.

Joey was 178cm tall, and the bullet had entered his brain almost horizontally. Jimmy took a tape measure and measured 178cm on the wall next to him, then moved down 5cm to mark a small point—the likely position of the bullet. Yes, it hit right between the eyes. The shooter had a stable mindset. If it were a novice, it was possible that due to nervousness or shaking hands, even if they aimed at the forehead, the actual point of impact could have been off.

Jimmy took out a Glock, removed the bullet, then stood in place to simulate the shooter's position, gradually adjusting his wrist and arm, as well as his height, to estimate the shooter's approximate height. Of course, this wasn't accurate, but it was enough to rule out the way an African might hold a gun above their head.

After considering this aspect, Jimmy began to flip through the files, which had already been selected as key documents. Luckily, Jimmy now also had basic access to the FBI system and could look up information.

Based on these files, Jimmy began to check the current status of all the people involved in past crimes, particularly those still in prison. Most of them could be disregarded because if they had commissioned someone else to deal with Joey, it wouldn't have taken five years after his retirement for something to happen.

Among the released individuals, he paid special attention to those in New York and nearby areas, because it would be really difficult for Jimmy to verify the whereabouts of those who were too far away.

Chris: "Jimmy, how's it going?"

Without looking up, Jimmy replied, "There's too much content, I can't finish it right now."

Chris: "Alright, take a break, it's noon."

After speaking, Chris stood up and left the office—it was time for the lunch break.

Jimmy also set down the materials, stood up and stretched, feeling a bit uncomfortable from bowing his head over the files for so long. After going out for lunch and returning for a rest, Jimmy resumed going through the documents.

By the end of the workday, Jimmy had finally checked through all the criminals involved in the pile of materials. On a piece of paper next to him, he had listed more than thirty people—what a task to check them all, running around alone would be exhausting.

Jimmy turned and handed the extracted list to Chris: "Chris, I've finished with the files. This is the list of people whose whereabouts we need to verify."

After a glance, Chris asked, "What are the judging criteria?"

Jimmy explained his criteria and the results of the comparison with the FBI database. Chris nodded, "There are too many people here, you can still narrow it down further. You could go find others to help investigate, like these few gang members—Ruiz will help you."

Jimmy nodded, took the list, copied down a list of gang members, and went to Ruiz's office. However, he was out of luck as Ruiz wasn't there, so he would have to find him the next day.

The next day, Jimmy headed straight for Ruiz's office first thing in the morning: "Ruiz, I've come for help."

Ruiz looked up at Jimmy: "What is it? Which department are you in now?"

Jimmy: "Uh, I've just joined the Homicide Team." Jimmy felt helpless as he had been under Ruiz's command before but had started to move around various departments in the past two months. Even Ruiz, let alone Jimmy himself, didn't know where he would end up next.

Jimmy handed the list to Ruiz: "I took over a shooting case yesterday, three days ago, former Federal Prosecutor Joey was shot in the head at home. This is a list I screened from his past cases, it's not complete yet, but let's start with these.

These are all gang members. You should have some information here, right? Could you help me check them out? Mainly look at their whereabouts."

Ruiz took the list, "Yeah, no problem, go take care of other things. I'll look into this for you."

Jimmy: "Thanks, Ruiz, I appreciate it."

With Ruiz taking care of a portion, and another part consisting of over a dozen people, Jimmy went back to his desk and contacted a female detective named Zoe, whom he knew from his time as a liaison with the NYPD, to help check out a couple of people in Manhattan District. Fortunately, although he had only been there for a week and they were merely acquaintances, Zoe didn't refuse and told him to fax the list over, promising to help with the check.

Jimmy found others to continue assigning a few more people to investigate. After being busy with that, the list of more than thirty people was now reduced to just seven individuals who he had to process himself. Thankfully, the locations were not too far—the farthest was in Orange County, while the remaining six were within New York and Long Island.

Jimmy looked for Chris and found that he hadn't come to the office at all; everything on his desk was untouched. Alright, those close to retirement really do have their freedoms.

Jimmy called Chris and they arranged a place to meet. Jimmy began the official investigation of the individuals on the list.

Chris didn't make Jimmy wait long. The two met in Queens, which was where their first person of interest resided. Jimmy and Chris arrived at an apartment building and approached the target's door, with Chris standing on the right and Jimmy on the left, both stepping aside from directly in front of the door.

"Mike Jennings, FBI, open up." Jimmy called out as he knocked on the door.

A woman inside approached the door and cracked it open, leaving the security chain attached.

"Who are you?" she asked, looking at Jimmy.

Jimmy showed his badge: "FBI Special Agent Jimmy Yang, I'm here to see Mike Jennings."

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