He turned his head to check his side, making sure that everything was safe before shifting his gaze to the back. No, why is that person coming over? He was already only a few meters away from the villa.

Jimmy immediately stood up. The person took out a handgun, lightly pulled the ajar back door, and upon discovering it wasn't locked, he released the door, took two steps back, looked left and right, then crouched beside the door without hurrying inside.

Jimmy didn't move. There was something off about this person, judging by his actions, he must be on high alert, and it's possible he was listening for sounds inside the villa. This wasn't the novice they encountered earlier.

The figure crouched and waited for a bit, then stood up again, still clinging to the wall without moving. Jimmy had to keep an eye on his surroundings from time to time to prevent others from approaching, but his main focus remained on this individual.

After partially pulling the back door, the person moved from the side to the doorway and then suddenly sped up, charging through the back door and turning toward one side, "Bang", a shot aimed at his body by Jimmy missed.

An expert. Jimmy immediately shifted his gun muzzle, firing three shots along the man's path of action until he took cover behind the wall corner. Because of the wall corner's obstruction, Jimmy ceased firing. Suddenly feeling that something was amiss, he quickly crouched down, and with "thud thud", two bullets struck the wall behind him.

Damn, if he hadn't suddenly sensed something was wrong, he might be a dead man by now. The intruder was not merely an expert—his reactions and shooting were top-notch.

Jimmy reloaded his revolver and then pulled out his Glock, aiming at the other's position behind the wall. He didn't dare to expose himself carelessly now, as the opponent's marksmanship was really accurate. Looking back at the bullet holes in the wall, they were right where his head and neck would have been. If he wasn't guessing, then he had absolute confidence in his shooting skills.

Though Jimmy dared not stick his head out, he had his advantages. Today, during Heart Eye's evolution, he had obtained a bullet trajectory guide. In this situation, it was perfectly suitable. Even though he wasn't aiming himself, it still targeted the opponent's vital areas.

Both men hid for a while, neither moving nor observing. Jimmy wasn't in a hurry; as long as no outsiders interfered, he could wait out this person until dawn.

"Bang bang", another double shot. The frequency at which this man fired was odd, and his sensitivity was very high. Jimmy had just thrown something randomly out, something he had picked up from the ground—probably a hamburger. Right afterward, the other side fired. He was definitely highly strung; a little noise from Jimmy's end, and the other man would locate and fire without any hesitation.

A smile appeared on Jimmy's face. The Glock fired and hit the corner of the wall where the man was hiding, then he raised the muzzle and continued to shoot. After four shots, he crouched down and stopped moving.

Since the man was so tense, Jimmy decided to add to the pressure. By hitting near him, he let his opponent know he was being aimed at constantly, which surely increased mental stress. The opponent must have also realized Jimmy's situation. When he first entered the door, four shots were from a revolver, now it was a Glock—different sounds, but both were highly accurate.

The first floor was completely dark now, with only some moonlight shining through the windows. Jimmy's position was entirely enveloped in darkness. Unless the other side had night vision, in theory, they couldn't see Jimmy. He wore a dark shirt and a black Bullet-Proof Vest; aside from the color of the exposed skin, the rest was all dark. The current situation was particularly advantageous for Jimmy.

The man's head turned sideways, scanning the room, and he was also flexing his limbs. Soon, he slowly lay on the floor as if planning to move? But quickly he stood up again, abandoning the plan of crawling away, probably because he didn't want to bet on whether Jimmy could see him. After all, Jimmy was the hard case who had stayed hidden in the dark for hours without turning on a light, and he had observed from outside for a long time, making sure no lights had been on in the villa.

Caught in a dilemma, he turned to look at the back door through which he'd entered. The distance wasn't far, but the shooting from the other side was good. It would be difficult to rush out, but also tough to kill the person in front. The opponent was not only accurate but also patient, giving him no chance.

Watching his movements, Jimmy thought for a moment. It would be disrespectful to let such an expert simply waste away. Jimmy's goal was only to protect the people upstairs, not to kill everyone who came in. Meeting such an opponent and acting in this way felt somewhat dishonorable.

Jimmy spoke up first, "Surrender, you have no chance of winning."

The other side didn't respond, so Jimmy continued, "You have no chance, surrender. I won't shoot to kill. I'm an FBI agent, not an Assassin."

"Let me go, I'll give up the mission," the other finally spoke with a deep voice. Though he hadn't seen him, he must not be too young—conservatively, at least a middle-aged man.

Jimmy thought for a moment. It wasn't an unacceptable proposition. "I can let you go, but in exchange, tell me who you are, who sent you, and whom I should go after."

"I can't tell you who I am, only that this was a bounty job that popped up today, 150,000 US Dollars, to kill someone in this villa. As for who placed the bounty, I don't know," he replied.

Jimmy: "That makes it hard for me, buddy. I respect the strong, and you're strong, but that's not reason enough to let you leave unconditionally. You should know, if I want, you would definitely die here today, and I'd be unscathed."

The other went silent, his head still surveying the space on the first floor from side to side. Was he still hoping? Jimmy aimed the Glock at his position and fired three more shots. "Head, neck, heart. Do you believe me now?"

He stopped moving, aligning his head properly. By the impact of bullets on the wall, he understood what his adversary meant. It seems today's deal was really a loss.

"I concede."

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