Jimmy had been keeping an eye on Agent Bullock; it probably also took Hughes some time to get in touch with their boss since they only had one field agent's name. It wasn't easy to find the corresponding superior.

After about ten minutes, Johnny Bullock received a call. Whatever was said on the phone, he appeared very agitated. After hanging up, he gathered the others and said a few words, and they all seemed displeased.

Agent Bullock approached Jimmy, just as he was about to speak, Jimmy's phone rang, cutting him off.

Jimmy stepped aside to answer the call, "Hughes, what's the situation?"

Hughes: "Joint investigation, both sides will collaborate. Jimmy, work with them on this. Come to a conclusion as soon as possible. Remember, you're in charge of this bombing terror attack. If it's not related to our case, let them handle it alone."

Jimmy: "Understood. Goodbye, Hughes."

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Jimmy returned to Agent Bullock, "Agent Bullock, I presume you've also received the call from above, pleasant cooperation it is."

Jimmy shook hands with Bullock, who said, "Yeah, we'll handle this case together. Where's your bomb expert?"

Jimmy: "Not here yet, but if your people are here, they can start first. We'll head over when they arrive. By the way, make sure to prioritize checking the composition of the explosive."

Bullock: "Could you tell me more about the case you're working on?"

Jimmy: "A group was planning to use urea, nitrate, and ammonium nitrate to manufacture a massive bomb. We've already raided their main hideout, but the amount of materials doesn't match up. We're missing about one or two hundred kilograms, so I hurried over here after the explosion occurred to confirm."

Bullock: "OK, I'll have the demolition expert check the composition thoroughly."

Having said that, Bullock turned and gestured to his people. A few of them entered the collapsed building together, "The explosion site should be at the garage, according to the fire department," Jimmy reminded them. He was completely unfamiliar with bombs, so he didn't interfere, just standing by the roadside, watching them search for explosive residues at the scene.

Minutes later, the FBI's bomb squad's explosives detection experts also arrived. After greeting them, the three experts entered the garage area and started examining the debris piece by piece, occasionally collecting some things into evidence bags.

Jimmy had nothing more to do there; it was time to attend to his duties. If it weren't for the interruption from ATF agents, he would have already started inquiring with the several nearby residents. An explosion was no minor matter. Fortunately, the neighbors were cooperative. Seeing Jimmy's FBI badge, they were forthright and told him about the goings-on in their neighbor's house.

After talking with two households, he finally got some more complete clues. According to the landlord, he hadn't rented out the house or arranged for anyone to live there; it was just vacant. However, someone had moved in over the past few months. The tenant identified himself as Joe Coleman, a middle-aged white male, about 40 years old, with a slim face, no beard, brown curly short hair, and usually dressed in suits, looking very business-like.

He usually left early and returned late, occasionally bringing women home, and appeared indistinguishable from an ordinary person. He had a silver Nissan as transportation, which he often took care of, but no one remembered his license plate.

The behavior of Joe Coleman seemed normal, but at the explosion site today, there were no cars in the garage, and no casualties were found. It was clear that he had arranged everything and detonated the bomb only after leaving.

Jimmy didn't continue to ask others but directly called Gordon: "Gordon, is Noah nearby?"

Gordon: "Yes, he is. I put you on speaker, go ahead."

Jimmy: "Mr. Watson, I have new intelligence. Have your people check the cameras on East 108th Street in Brooklyn for footage from this morning until the time of the explosion, looking for a silver Nissan car, the owner is a white middle-aged man with brown hair."

Noah: "Any other leads?"

Jimmy: "This person has been living here for a few months. The neighbors call him Joe Coleman. Occasionally, he brings women over, but it's usually just him alone. I need to continue asking around the neighborhood, the inquiry isn't over yet."

Noah: "Alright, we'll start investigating."

Suddenly, someone nearby said, "Could this name be fake? Joe Coleman is the same as a pitcher from the Detroit Tigers."

Noah turned to him: "Go on."

"Joe Coleman is a well-known pitcher who helped the Tigers win the division championship. He may not be famous nationwide, but Detroit's baseball fans still know him. If this Joe Coleman's name is fake, he could be from Detroit, or at least lived there for a while. Making up a fake name is easy, but using the name of an athlete could have some significance."

Noah: "Jimmy, remember to ask the neighbors if Joe Coleman is a baseball fan. That's it, keep us updated on any new information."

Jimmy: "Wait, wait, I'm currently conducting an on-site investigation with ATF agents, they might get involved later. This is Hughes's arrangement."

Gordon: "OK, I got it, Jimmy."

After Gordon hung up, the command center operator who had just spoken had made sense; this was indeed a direction. Now, the focus was to track down this person's movements through surveillance.

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