Mary and Jimmy were just casually drinking tea and chatting, unaware that an hour had already passed. It wasn't until the end that they realized the time issue. Mary was still pondering how to write the evaluation for the FBI because Jimmy's behavior was too normal. It seemed just like a butcher slaughtering a chicken to make a dish, with no psychological fluctuations at all.

In fact, this was a very dangerous sign. It meant that Jimmy was in a completely self-controlled state. In the right hands, this type of individual could be an agent with extraordinary psychological adjustment abilities. In the wrong hands, they could become a ticking time bomb within the FBI. If provoked, with their psychology compromised, there was a great possibility they could transition from a law enforcer to a formidable criminal. History wasn't devoid of such cases.

While receiving guests, Mary mulled things over, and in the end, she submitted a regular assessment report, not including her own speculations. She actually did not object to Jimmy's personality type; on the contrary, she quite admired it. His hatred of evil, principled nature, and old-fashioned sense of justice – there were too few people like that.

Jimmy had never given much thought to what report Mary would submit. He had never even seen any of her past reports. In his view, he was just there to drink tea, chat, and fulfill an internal FBI process. Nothing special.

After leaving Mary's studio, Jimmy saw that there was still plenty of time. He got in his car and drove off, searching for a new church. St. Patrick's Cathedral was too well-known, with too many tourists, and moreover, it was a bit too far for Jimmy's liking; he wasn't up for the long trip.

He wandered around the Lower District of Manhattan, glanced at a few churches that weren't too beautiful. Although Jimmy didn't have any particular hobbies, even if it was just for show, he did not want to choose an unattractive church. Finally, he arrived at Saint Peter's Church on Lexington Avenue.

This was a church with a rather unique structure. It did not have the gothic appearance of other churches; instead, it leaned more towards modernist architecture. It had a high front and a low back with a single sloping side on the roof, harmonizing with the surrounding high-rise buildings.

The interior space was sunken, with a large prayer area that could conservatively accommodate more than 400 people. Judging only by the interior, it was quite normal, with traditional church decorations. Moreover, Jimmy noticed something different about this church from others – a massive pipe organ was embedded here. This was not something that could be added after building the structure. It had to be constructed simultaneously with the church, difficult to tune and exceptionally large, beyond what a typical church could manage, even with considerable funds.

Jimmy sat down, took out a Cross Necklace from inside his clothes, placed it on his forehead, and bowed in prayer. In reality, it was just for show. The video that made the news informed Jimmy that he had to appear as normal as possible. After completing a mission and taking lives, it was necessary to pray, or so it would seem. Even as God's executioner, it was important to let the Lord know he had done his work, right?

Although it was a waste of time, protocol still had to be followed. He had missed it several times before; this time, he couldn't forget.

After finishing his prayer, Jimmy went to the confessional at the back. A Priest received him in the confessional room, and without saying much, Jimmy merely mentioned that as a federal official, he had taken several lives in action.

The Priest seemed completely unprepared for his confessor to be such a dangerous person. He simply said a few words and then left the confessional. Well, this guy was really unreliable, even less so than Father Royte in the small town of Si. At least Father Royte appeared more professional.

In the afternoon, Jimmy received a call from Justin and met him at a coffee shop. Justin was dressed in his usual style, complete with a three-piece suit. No matter when you looked at him, he was a very charming middle-aged man.

Jimmy asked, "Justin, what's up? Why did you suddenly come to New York?"

Justin looked at Jimmy with a smile, "Jimmy, you've done a big thing."

Jimmy blinked, looking confused, "What big thing?"

Justin said, "A bounty, which caused the loss of 12 people at the Intercontinental Hotel in New York. Isn't that a big thing?"

Jimmy frowned, "You mean 12? There weren't that many."

Justin's eyes widened, "How many did you handle?"

Jimmy replied, "Four, and three were taken out by the Court Police. If you lost 12, then five must have died for other reasons, definitely not by our hands."

Justin fell silent, mulling things over, while Jimmy sipped his coffee, also silent, the two of them sitting opposite each other lost in their thoughts.

After a while, Justin shook his head, "There's something wrong here, but they weren't my men, and they were all new. It doesn't matter. By the way, someone wants to invite you for a coffee. I'm supposed to be the intermediary."

Jimmy frowned, "Who? What for?"

Justin answered, "Winston. You've met him."

Jimmy responded, "What does he want with me? I haven't communicated with him."

Justin shook his head again, "Don't overthink it, just a chat. I don't want you to feel compelled, but I'd suggest you talk to him. It won't be dangerous."

Jimmy took another sip of his coffee, his mind racing. When he let Harry go, it was just a joke. He wasn't close to Winston at all, but now why did Winston want to talk to him? However, it wasn't a big issue; he had already considered that Winston would surely investigate him, and with Winston's abilities, he certainly wouldn't confront him openly.

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