Jimmy returned to the station and first went to the Vehicle Management Department to hand over the ticket. As expected, in non-special circumstances like his, he had to pay for the ticket himself, which was tragic. Jimmy reluctantly took out his wallet, paid the fine, and then it was up to the Vehicle Management Department to deal with the rest.

Having been an officer and detective for over three years, this was the first time he received a ticket. Aside from acknowledging his bad luck, there was nothing else he could do. For other types of fines, he might have had a chance to appeal and possibly get it dismissed, but there was no recourse for obstructive parking, the fire hydrant certainly wouldn't move on its own, and it was simply a case of his own oversight.

Feeling dejected, Jimmy returned to his office and sat for a while before he got up and went to Hughes's office. He knocked on the door, "Thump thump," Hughes looked up and said, "Come in. Jimmy, is something the matter?"

Jimmy: "Ah, I was wondering how the TV station footage from that day is being handled?"

Hughes frowned, "Haven't you seen the news? The Court Police held a press conference and have taken full responsibility for the incident."

Jimmy: "But I was the one who shot and killed them in the video, and I was the only one wearing a suit in the video, very conspicuous."

Hughes shook his head: "It's okay, we've spoken to them, and they won't be releasing your information. Anything else?"

Jimmy: "Oh, another thing, the leads on the taxi driver case have nearly run dry. Nick has been investigating for the past few days, but so far, we only have surveillance video photos of the suspect, no other leads have been found, and it looks like there won't be any quick results. Also, when is Chris coming back?"

Hughes: "You handle the case yourself; Chris has already made arrangements for retirement and probably won't be back anytime soon."

Jimmy couldn't help but fall silent; this would be the first leader to leave him, "I see, thank you, Hughes."

Hughes waved his hand, and Jimmy turned and left his office. He took out his phone and called Chris, but the call went unanswered until it automatically disconnected.

Jimmy stood in the corridor outside Hughes's office, pondering what could have happened with Chris, why he was not answering the phone.

Just as Jimmy was about to leave, the phone in Hughes's office rang, Hughes answered and then stood up and came out to the office exterior, "Jimmy, wait, come in."

Hughes's voice was loud, drawing the attention of others who turned to look at his office. Jimmy glanced back and then returned to Hughes' office.

"You need to head to the Metropolitan right away, the Metropolitan Museum of Art. A film crew shooting there has just experienced an explosion, go find out what exactly happened."

"I'm on it," Jimmy nodded and left.

Another explosion, when would there be some peace? Jimmy clenched his teeth in frustration; it hadn't been long since the last explosion case, and now here was another.

"Jimmy, what's up?" Jones called to Jimmy, gesturing toward Hughes's office with his chin.

"Someone's in trouble, there's been an explosion at the Metropolitan Museum, I'm going to the scene to check it out," replied Jimmy, "By the way, does Peter know anyone at the Metropolitan? We might need his help later if necessary."

Jones: "Of course, that's his area of expertise. You go ahead."

Without returning to his own office, Jimmy took the elevator down from there and hurried to the site, calling on his phone to notify the explosives detection team to meet at the scene. The Metropolitan was located on 82nd Street off Fifth Avenue, and the area saw heavy tourist traffic. A real explosion would send shockwaves throughout New York in an instant, piling on the pressure.

Jimmy cursed his luck for having a car without siren or flashing lights as he navigated the slow traffic to reach the perimeter of the Metropolitan Museum, which NYPD had already cordoned off. NYPD's response was always quick, mainly because they had the most patrol officers in the country, being the largest police department in the United States was not just for show.

Seeing that his team had not arrived yet, Jimmy showed his credentials and entered the restricted area.

Jimmy: "FBI Special Agent Jimmy Yang, who's in charge here?"

A Sergeant approached: "Mike Luster."

Jimmy: "What have you found in your investigation? What caused the explosion?"

Mike: "We've spoken with the film's producer and director, and the explosives technician is also being temporarily detained. The vehicle belonging to the film crew exploded, and currently, there are no injuries. The Fire Department is inspecting the area, and we don't yet know what exactly triggered the explosion."

Jimmy nodded, "Our detection personnel are on their way, they'll join the investigation once they arrive, let the Fire Department know too."

Mike: "Understood, I'll inform them. Also, I just received a message that the ATF has arranged for people to come, but they haven't arrived yet."

Jimmy was indifferent: "Okay, let's wait until we find out the cause of the explosion before we discuss further. Can I ask some questions?"

Mike nodded: "Of course, the explosives expert is temporarily being held in a police car."

Jimmy went to the police car, opened the rear door, and found a middle-aged man sitting in the back with handcuffs on, looking despondent.

Jimmy: "FBI Special Agent Jimmy, what's your name?"

The man turned to look at Jimmy and then lowered his head, "Bill Lawrence, the film crew's explosives expert."

Jimmy: "Are you in charge of managing all the explosives for the film crew?"

Bill nodded, and Jimmy continued to ask, "What types of explosives did you bring for filming, and what were their quantities?"

Bill: "Five pounds of ammonium nitrate explosives, one pound of C4, five liters of 93-octane gasoline, two detonators, and two electronic initiators."

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