Noah furrowed his brow, looking at Jimmy. Was he being taken for a fool?

Seeing Noah's expression, Jimmy knew he had blown it. "Sorry, I lied to you. I just wanted to know who is targeting me, and I'm completely clueless right now. I'm sorry."

After speaking, Jimmy bowed his head slightly to Noah.

Noah: "Who sent you to me?"

Jimmy: "No one sent me. I'm just a rookie agent without the authority to access the FBI's deep database. It was only after I saw your command center that I thought to ask for your help to investigate that deputy editor. I know I was wrong. I'm sorry."

Noah waved his hand, and Jimmy once again bowed before turning and leaving his office to return to the command center.

It was a failure indeed, Jimmy had contemplated this possibility before, so he had considered whether it might affect others. This place was the Anti-Terrorism Bureau, and Noah Watson was a high-ranking officer in the CIA—how could such a person not see through his little scheme? But Jimmy still wanted to try, just in case it succeeded.

Given the investigative capabilities of the Anti-Terrorism Bureau, finding out the source of information from Deputy Editor Allen Tudyk would probably take a very short time, enough to clear Ruiz and quickly identify who was behind the mischief.

However, failure was not a significant issue. Looking from Noah's perspective, this would probably just appear as the young Jimmy attempting to use the Bureau's capabilities for personal vendetta, at worst, they simply wouldn't help, and it wasn't likely they would target him specifically.

A few minutes later, Noah arrived at the command center, standing at the door, he said: "Jimmy, come here." Jimmy turned and saw Noah, who was already standing outside the command center.

Noah extended his right hand: "Give it to me." Jimmy looked at Noah's face in surprise, his mouth agape, not expecting Noah to agree. He quickly reached into his pocket, took out the piece of sticky note, and placed it in Noah's hand.

Noah: "Go back and wait for news."

Jimmy bowed slightly: "Thank you, I really appreciate it." He didn't return to the command center but turned around and went straight downstairs back to the conference room.

What is called a pleasant surprise? This is a pleasant surprise!

Although he didn't know what Noah was thinking, Jimmy's problem could now be resolved much faster.

Honestly, when it comes to investigative intelligence, the FBI isn't quite as unscrupulous as the CIA, because the FBI is an official federal law enforcement agency with many regulations to follow, while the CIA folks, one could say, have no bottom line.

If Noah truly decided to help, with the system access they had now, it wouldn't be a big deal at all.

About half an hour later, Gordon arrived at the conference room. Jimmy, upon seeing him, immediately stood up: "Gordon, what brings you here? Aren't you supposed to be interrogating Joseph?"

Gordon, initially expressionless, twitched his mouth after hearing Jimmy, his face turning sour, "Joseph has been brought over, I'm here to call you to join the observation."

Jimmy nodded, picked up the suit jacket on the side, put it on, and followed Gordon upstairs. The Anti-Terrorism Bureau had two specially constructed rooms, which looked quite ordinary, but through Heart Eye Observation, Jimmy could tell there was something off about the walls of these two rooms—they were extraordinarily thick, and he wondered if the floor could even hold up.

Joseph sat behind the table, his hands cuffed to a ring welded onto the table, his head down, looking completely deflated.

Jimmy and Gordon stood outside the window, with Jimmy asking as he looked at Joseph: "Did you guys get physical?"

Gordon: "No, there wasn't time, Kerry arrived first. He found Hughes, who took over Joseph."

Jimmy turned his head to look at Gordon. His complexion had always been bad, and he was still expressionless now, much different from before. Nobody wanted to have someone else interfering with their case. Jimmy asked, "Did Hughes agree?"

Gordon nodded, Jimmy patted Gordon on the shoulder, gestured with his finger, and the two stepped aside. Jimmy had already made sure that this corner wasn't covered by surveillance cameras. He slightly lowered his head and whispered in front of Gordon, "Gordon, don't blame Hughes. He arranged for me to solve the explosion case at all costs. Maybe he thought that the interrogation by the Anti-Terrorism Bureau could resolve the issue faster. You know that the Anti-Terrorism Bureau spun off from our side; when it comes to interrogation, they are more professional."

Gordon's eyes narrowed then returned to normal. He nodded, and they went back to the window.

After a while, Kerry came over with two people. One was carrying a briefcase, and the other carried a box.

Kerry approached them: "Gentlemen, it's going to get messy here soon. You'd better wait downstairs."

Gordon glanced at Jimmy, nodded, and left without responding. Now that it had come to this, there was no such thing as human rights involved. Staying would only make it more uncomfortable.

Although Jimmy had seen many interrogations in movies, he had never actually witnessed one. He had thought about watching to learn something, but Gordon was already leaving, and it didn't seem right to stay without him. So he followed Gordon and left the floor where the interrogation room was located.

Even though he could still observe through Heart Eye Observation, if he could only see black silhouettes, it wasn't interesting.

Gordon and Jimmy each sat in the conference room, daydreaming with a newspaper in hand, and quickly finished reading. Gordon was getting restless from waiting so he greeted Jimmy and headed to the command center. Since Kerry had received intelligence, he would definitely have to report back to Noah. The command center might be the quickest place to get the news.

Actually, Jimmy was quite keen to go too, but since Noah had asked him to wait for news and there wasn't anything pressing, it was better not to loiter around him. It would be troublesome if he annoyed Noah.

Bored out of his mind, Jimmy didn't even realize when he dozed off at the conference table, until someone came over and nudged him.

"Hey, Supervisor Watson asked me to give this to you. You can only look at it here; you can't take it with you." The person woke Jimmy and set an open laptop in front of him. After Jimmy thanked him, the man left the conference room.

Jimmy glanced at the time. It was almost closing time, nearly three hours since he had sent the note to Noah. Noah's efficiency was really high.

Opening the folder on the desktop, inside were some communication records files, formatted just like the documents previously provided by the NSA. Next to them were several photo files.

First, Jimmy opened the photos and realized that, to prevent any issues, they had organized the information and exported it as images. This also prevented any possibility of tampering with the data.

Allen Tudyk, deputy editor of a news channel—this file contained his personal information. Jimmy looked it over and nothing seemed particularly out of the ordinary. Why had they provided it separately?

The second image was a list of his mobile phone call records. Noah clearly knew what Jimmy was thinking; the extracted call records were all placed between the two video broadcasts at the news channel. Jimmy had mentioned before that the first video was provided by a gang seeking revenge. Therefore, the second video must have been remembered by the provider after seeing the first one, and contact with the deputy editor must have been made during this period.

Opening the subsequent images, there were three, corresponding to the deputy editor's mobile phone, home phone, and office phone.

After reviewing the files, Jimmy started to play the call recordings. The laptop's sound wasn't great, so Jimmy went to the equipment Gordon and the others had brought over, found a set of headphones, and plugged them into the laptop. This time, he could hear the call records clearly.

As closing time neared, Gordon came to tell Jimmy it was time to leave. Jimmy, not having finished listening, let Gordon go ahead while he continued. Truth be told, listening to work-related calls was really boring because the deputy editor Allen used many words that Jimmy had never heard before. English was not his strong suit; after switching fields, many words were simply unrecognizable. Listening to the recordings was frustrating for Jimmy, and often he doubted whether he was even listening to a foreign language.

Now, Jimmy understood how painful it had been for Gordon and their team to listen to the call recordings of the investigative journalist Ashi for an entire month. How had they managed it at the time? Did they really understand every word?

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