Jimmy: "Tell me, who are you? Who issued the bounty? Where was it issued?"

"Harry, I'm from the hotel. The bounty is public, but we have no way of knowing who issued it. Only the administrative center knows. I can't say anything else."

Jimmy thought for a moment, "The hotel? The Intercontinental Hotel?"

The other side didn't respond. He hadn't expected that by merely mentioning a hotel, the FBI on the other end would name the exact hotel. Had the Intercontinental Hotel become public knowledge?

Jimmy: "What about the timing of the bounty?"

"The task appeared today at noon, and the end time is before noon tomorrow, lasting 24 hours."

Jimmy: "How many people have taken on the task?"

"Unclear, but it's probably not many, as the location clues are expensive."

Jimmy: "Anything else?"

"I'm abandoning the task and won't be coming back, I promise. But I'm not sure about the others; I have no contact with them."

Jimmy paused before saying, "OK, Harry, put away the gun now, show both hands, and back away through the back door without any other moves. Go."

Harry stowed his gun in its holster, stood up, and as circumstances had decided, he chose to trust that the person on the other end would keep their word.

"You're very skilled. Thank you. May I know your name?" Harry said as he backed toward the back door. Jimmy watched him retreat bit by bit, considered for a moment, and then cracked a slight smile. Just as Harry reached the back door and was about to leave the house, Jimmy spoke: "Harry! Give my regards to Winston. Goodbye."

Harry paused, thought for a moment without saying anything, continued to step back, and left the house, closing the back door behind him. He didn't linger, immediately sprinting towards the beach, turning a corner, and vanishing from Jimmy's view. The last words Jimmy had said made him slightly uneasy. Though he was black, the darkness of the seaside provided cover so hardly anyone noticed him, but he left the area as fast as possible, heading straight back to the Intercontinental Hotel.

While Harry nervously fled, Jimmy sat on the ground laughing heartily. It wasn't that Jimmy had any special motive; he was merely playing a joke. With abilities far beyond the ordinary, Jimmy's life was quite dull—aside from working on cases, it was either hanging out in bars for distraction. Now, with a nice progress in his relationship, it couldn't occupy his entire life.

Jimmy wasn't a priest; completely opposed to organized crime, his mindset was more like playing a massive game, finding some fun for himself or frightening someone as a joke when bored— all sound diversions in life. He believed Winston, managing the New York Intercontinental Hotel, certainly wasn't the rash type. As long as Harry returned alive, he would surely investigate privately who participated in today's protection. Jimmy's identity would definitely be uncovered; rather than that, he might as well curry a favor with him without causing any serious trouble.

However, to confirm what Harry had said, Jimmy looked around before standing up, going to his travel bag, and pulling out a burner phone with a detached battery—his spare, unused burner phone. To inquire about the Intercontinental Hotel's issue, contacting the hotel directly wasn't necessary. Jimmy had a better contact, Brooklyn's Justin.

Jimmy: "Justin, are you busy?"

Justin, surprised to hear the familiar voice on the line, said, "Jimmy?"

Jimmy: "Yeah, got a question, find a quiet place."

After a while, Justin replied, "You can speak now."

Jimmy: "Help me check your bounties, see if there's one targeting someone in a villa in New York, target code 'Big Chin'."

Justin: "Any other clues?"

Jimmy: "Bounty amount is 150,000. Among those who took the job, there's a guy named Harry, middle-aged, black or Latin American. It was dark, couldn't see clearly, but definitely not white or Asian."

Justin: "Wait for my message."

Jimmy hung up the phone and sat on the ground, continuing to daydream as he waited. Justin was always reliable. In less than five minutes, Jimmy's phone rang.

Justin: "Found it. Target code Big Chin, overweight, in a villa in Brooklyn. The task ends by noon tomorrow. This mission isn't standalone; there's another with the same target, also 150,000—both likely issued by the same person.

Also your Harry, I found him too, a black assassin at the New York Intercontinental Hotel, high success rate, a veteran. Did you have any interactions with him?"

Jimmy: "Yes, the target was under my protection, just encountered an expert, that was Harry, but I let him leave, alive. He is a master, it would have been a pity to kill him."

Justin had not expected that Jimmy's encounter with Harry would end like this. The young man he had watched grow up had become this strong?

Justin: "I'll thank him for you, Jimmy. Didn't expect you were this formidable. Need any help?"

Jimmy: "No need, don't worry, I can handle it. By the way, you might notify anyone you know not to come here. If they get killed, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Justin: "Understood, thanks."

Now was the time to call in a favor. Justin had worked under the Intercontinental Hotel for so long, he surely knew some people, and likely had some not-so-close friends. If he really killed them, interacting with Justin later could become awkward. If it led to some sort of vengeance drama, it would be even more unsightly.

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