Jimmy never received the case that Chris had arranged for him, and he didn't go to urge Chris either. He was somewhat troubled by other matters, so he decided to go home and think it over.

In the afternoon, Jimmy went again to see Ruiz and brought back the T14 file. What was known at that point was that they had two fixed warehouses, but it was not yet confirmed whether the contents were drugs or legitimate goods. It was only certain that their shipment volume had not decreased despite the previous raid on an empty warehouse; they still maintained the usual volume.

As for the T14 bases, it was clear where they were. Additionally, there was a suspected residence of the man known as "Scar," located in the middle-class enclave of White Stone Town in Queens, but since the surveillance wasn't very tight, they only knew the general area, not the specific building.

Regarding the personnel, T14 didn't have many senior members, about ten or so. These people were usually scattered everywhere, with only three leading their subordinates and following Scar. Their gathering places still bore the marks of gangster haunts, underground bars.

Speaking of which, gangs really did seem to favor bars. Some were legitimate bars where they had opened spaces in the back, while others were straightforward underground bars, only open to locals and customers who were generally from the underworld or the neighborhood.

On the whiteboard, Jimmy had pinned a map marking various locations and scratched his head while reviewing the file.

T14 had always kept a low profile; they really knew how to survive in the long term. The more famous gangs were more likely to be targeted, so although their shipment volume was huge, they had always solely taken a cut from brokering, without interfering in other gangs' operations, hence nobody went looking for trouble with them and would even cover for them sometimes. If it weren't for the undercover agent accidentally receiving a tip, no one would have suspected that such a small gang of just a dozen people was actually a major artery for drugs entering New York.

Their organization was quite tight-knit, capable of operating such a middleman business and keeping such a low profile; it must have been due to strong discipline that restrained these subordinates from slipping up in front of others. From the map, their operational base was in the Bronx District, but the known warehouses were in Brooklyn and Manhattan, and Scar's residence turned out to be in Queens, quite the crafty group.

This dispersion across districts posed a major problem; it was difficult to catch them all at once. If one spot encountered an issue, the others could quickly disappear upon receiving the news. Moreover, the warehouses were too far from their operational base, making it hard to capture them with concrete evidence if they couldn't obtain both the goods and the perpetrators.

After work, Jimmy drove home, took two vacuum-packed steaks out of the refrigerator, and threw them in the sink to thaw. There was no helping it; for someone in his profession, buying fresh steak was a matter of luck, as he never knew whether he could leave work on time. Vacuum-packed steaks stored in the freezer did lose some flavor, but at least they ensured a meal was ready after some time defrosting.

While the steaks thawed, Jimmy opened his safe, gazing at the lone Gold Coin lying inside. Jimmy smacked his lips; if he were wealthier, perhaps handling Ruiz's situation would be simpler, letting others deal with it, leaving it as just another unsolved case, a file no one looked at again, much more worry-free.

This path was a dead end; he needed to think of a standard approach.

The next morning, Jimmy returned to the office. He didn't go to his own desk, but went directly to Ruiz's office and sat down.

When Ruiz arrived, Jimmy pulled him downstairs, and the two of them smoked in a secluded area. Jimmy asked, "Do you know any gangs that could cooperate with us?"

Ruiz shook his head, "Don't think about that, Jimmy. There are still lines we shouldn't cross. Absolutely do not cross them."

Jimmy wanted to say more, but Ruiz immediately waved his hand, "Enough, don't talk about it, Jimmy. Remember, you are an FBI agent, not a gangster hitman. We can handle things within legal limits, even if it means entrapment, but definitely cannot cross that line. Let's put this matter aside for now, don't worry, I've already calmed down."

Looking at Ruiz, his expression revealed nothing, nowhere near the appearance of someone who had calmed down and was ready to put the matter aside.

Jimmy: "Alright, then I'll think more about how to handle this legally and properly."

The real issue was that Jimmy currently was not part of the Organized Crime Investigation Unit. If he were in Ruiz's team, just like the last operation on the MS13 base, albeit brutal, it was completely legal and proper. They could do the same with T14; once they made a move, the rest would just need to sweep through.

Unfortunately, he couldn't proceed like that now unless Hughes transferred him back under Ruiz.

"Ruiz, just check with Hughes if it's possible for me to return to your team. If it's feasible, then there won't be any problems." Jimmy disposed of his cigarette butt with a stamp of his foot, looking at Ruiz, who nodded understandingly. Previously, he had only been considering Jimmy's perspective, which was somewhat shortsighted; it was time to take action.

Ruiz did not delay, returning to his office to check his schedule and morning tasks to ensure nothing was overlooked before he headed to Hughes's office.

"Hughes, are you busy?" Ruiz knocked and entered Hughes's office.

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