After a while, the text message came through, and Jimmy forwarded it to Gordon, then made a call to him.

Jimmy: "Gordon, find out the quantity of materials listed in Joseph's testimony right away, I've sent you the quantity found at the scene, compare them."

Gordon, with a question mark over his head: "What are you talking about?"

Jimmy raised his voice: "Hurry up and check the quantity of materials. Forensic scientists have hypothesized from a coffee stain on a cushion that there's likely a second person involved. Quick, go check, it'll be trouble if the numbers don't match up."

Gordon was stunned for a moment, then immediately hung up and signaled Scott to fetch the records. He opened the text message on his phone and compared the numbers Jimmy had sent with the interrogation report Scott brought over.

Gordon: "Get me reporter Allen's notebook, there's a list of materials in there too."

Scott fetched the notebook again from the evidence beside him and compared it, leaving Gordon confused. He immediately called Jimmy, "Jimmy, we're missing close to one-fifth of the materials; the numbers don't add up."

Jimmy: "Fxxk! There's a second person. Interrogate the captured suspect now and have the Anti-Terrorism Bureau pull the surveillance from here. We have to find the second person. One-fifth of the materials can make a sizable bomb."

Without hanging up the phone, Jimmy dashed back to the warehouse, "Guys, I need to get back to the investigation quickly. Just give me a call when you've sorted everything out. Make sure to investigate the fingerprints on the evidence here to confirm the identity of the second person. That's it, goodbye."

Jimmy continued running back to his car, speaking into the phone: "Gordon, you start the investigation, I'll be right there."

At that moment, Jimmy especially hated that his car didn't have flashing lights or a siren – the more urgent the moment, the more New York traffic frazzled him. Even though it wasn't rush hour, the volume of New York traffic never dipped.

Jimmy, feeling anxious and irritated while driving, would have driven recklessly if he hadn't remembered his identity.

Back at the Anti-Terrorism Bureau, witnessing the bustling command center, Jimmy finally felt a bit relieved. Gordon and Noah were standing there; upon seeing Jimmy arrive, Gordon looked at him and said, "Thank you," then turned his gaze back to the monitor above.

Jimmy: "Any results from the interrogation of the captured suspect?"

Gordon: "A bit. He didn't say much, but we identified him, Neta Polak, from the Bronx, has a pile of criminal records, just got out of prison last year. This guy isn't highly educated, it's impossible for him to make such a big bomb, plus he likely wouldn't understand all the equipment – obviously, the real engineer is someone else."

Jimmy: "How's the investigation going now?"

Gordon: "We're looking into the surveillance footage from the warehouse and Neta's phone records."

Jimmy remained silent, watching with the operators as they searched for related clues.

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While Jimmy and his team were anxiously waiting for the intelligence officers to filter through the results, his phone rang.

Jimmy immediately answered the call and walked outside, Hughes's voice came through: "There's been an explosion at the seaside villa in Brooklyn Canarsie. Head over there right now. The fire department doesn't think it's a gas explosion."

Jimmy: "I'm on my way."

After hanging up, Jimmy opened the door and said to Gordon: "There's been an explosion in Brooklyn, not a gas explosion according to the fire department. I'm heading over there now."

Gordon nodded, "Let me know if there's any news."

Jimmy turned and left the command center, and Noah turned to watch Jimmy leave. Once Jimmy was out of sight, Noah swiftly arranged for the collection of information on the explosion. Although they only knew about the blast in Brooklyn, getting the site details wouldn't be a problem with their methods.

Jimmy once again cursed the fact that his car had no flashing lights or siren, and he had no choice but to look for a patrol officer on the street. After two blocks, Jimmy spotted a police car parked on the side of the road. He drove up, exchanged a greeting, showed his badge, and started following the police car racing ahead. This way, he could travel much quicker.

Of course, the police car would confirm with the dispatch center, but all these checks could be done on the move.

The latter half of the journey went smoothly, allowing Jimmy to get to the explosion site on time – a row of single-family seaside villas, each a two-and-a-half-story building with raised foundations and a half-basement garage.

Among the row of five villas, the second one from the seaside had already had its fire extinguished, but the house was already missing half of it, and the remaining half had collapsed, showing multiple signs of burning.

The fire trucks from the local fire department had completed their task and were investigating for casualties amid the debris, while NYPD had already blocked off the surrounding area. The house on the far side had also been impacted by the explosion, and the wall closer to our side was riddled with damage—it appeared that they too were on the brink of collapse. It was an unexpected situation where insurance evaluations would be necessary.

Jimmy grabbed a firefighter, "FBI Special Agent Jimmy, what's the situation here?"

Firefighter: "Oh, we've been checking for a while now and haven't found any casualties or fatalities. The explosion seems to have originated from the garage area. For now, we can say that it wasn't a gas explosion. We've temporarily shut off the gas supply in this block and will reopen it once we ensure it's safe."

Jimmy: "Where is your explosives detection team?"

Firefighter: "They haven't arrived yet; they're on their way."

Jimmy nodded, letting him go back to his duties. He stood, hands on his hips, looking at the pitiful state of the house in front of him, gritting his teeth in frustration.

Half the house was blown to pieces; the bomb's yield was definitely not low. Jimmy took out his phone and dialed the bomb detection experts at the bureau. They were also part of the bomb squad and had just returned a bunch of materials from a bomb warehouse, and now they had to rush here to investigate.

While waiting for their support, a few more police cars arrived, followed by unmarked vehicles. A few people wearing Bullet-Proof Vests got out, bearing ATF (Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives) insignias. They looked even more professional than Jimmy, all in plainclothes but wearing ATF vests, easily identifiable by their department. Meanwhile, Jimmy was wearing his suit; although he had both the FBI coat and the Bullet-Proof Vest with him, he just kept them in the trunk because he didn't want to put them on.

"ATF Agent Johnny Bullock, we'll take over from here." An ATF agent flashed his badge at the fire department firefighter, indicating they would take control of the scene.

Jimmy didn't wait for them to clear the area, "FBI Agent Jimmy Yang, this might be related to our ongoing investigation into a series of bomb terrorist attacks. My colleagues are on their way."

Agent Bullock turned to look at Jimmy. Jimmy's FBI badge on his belt was quite conspicuous. After a glance at his credentials and returning them to Jimmy, he said, "This appears to be an explosives incident. We'll confirm and if it's related to your case, we'll synchronize information with you."

Jimmy shook his head: "No, we'll take over here. This is an order from Assistant Special Agent in Charge Hughes. If you want to take over, you can communicate with him."

Bullock frowned at the young Asian agent in front of him. This was somewhat too assertive. What exactly had happened here?

He was about to speak when Jimmy's phone rang. Jimmy took it out, gestured to Agent Bullock to wait, then stepped aside to answer the call.

Gordon: "We've investigated some information and will update you now. The owner of the house where the explosion occurred is a local New Yorker, but he runs a company in Los Angeles, and his family is registered as living in a house there. We've contacted the owner, and he confirmed the house was unoccupied and not rented out, with no other arrangements for residents."

Jimmy: "So, if we find someone here, they must be unauthorized intruders, right?"

Gordon: "That would be the current conclusion."

Jimmy: "Understood. Let's leave it at that for now. I've got a bunch of ATF agents here."

Jimmy hung up the phone, thought for a moment, and dialed Hughes.

Jimmy: "Hughes, I'm at the explosion site now, but there's a bit of trouble. A few ATF agents have shown up, and they want to take over the scene."

Hughes: "Who's in charge on their side?"

Jimmy: "Johnny Bullock, a Caucasian man, close to a buzz cut, looks to be in his forties."

Hughes: "Got it. Have our people arrived yet?"

Jimmy: "Not yet. I've contacted the explosive material detection team, and they've left the bureau."

Hughes: "Okay, I'll get in touch."

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After ending the call, Jimmy walked over to Agent Johnny Bullock: "My boss will be in touch with your department. We'll wait to see how our respective bosses want to handle the situation here."

Johnny Bullock, frowning, stared at Jimmy for a few seconds before finally nodding and turning to walk back to his people.

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