Mahong nodded, "The list won't sync, except for pre-communication with the air marshals."

After considering, Mahong continued to ask, "How did you know you could get to the cockpit through the bathroom?"

Jimmy, "It's simple, I guessed. Between first class and the cockpit there's the bathroom on the left and the galley on the right. After they've all been replaced with bulletproof doors, the only possible place to see the cockpit would be from either side of the door. The galley has cabinets blocking the way, so the only option to try was the bathroom."

Mahong, "Why did you shoot to kill him?"

Jimmy, "I was just scared. We were still discussing whether there were other ways, but then the fighter jets showed up. It was high altitude, and I didn't want to become a skydiver. The best bet was to take a gamble. With only one hijacker, as long as I killed him we'd be safe."

Mahong, "OK, I have no more questions. We've booked a room for you, and you'll need to stay here a few more days. Someone will take you there soon."

Jimmy, "No problem, that's only right."

Mahong stood up to shake hands with Jimmy and prepared to leave. When he reached his side, he stopped, "Good shooting, well done. Thank you." Then Mahong left.

Watching Mahong leave the office, Jimmy sat down to continue drinking his coffee, thinking another cursed day had arrived just like he had foreseen. Every previous instance was one piece of bad luck after another until his fortune turned. First, it was a serial murder case, then Evil Spirit appeared, followed by this hijacking. When would these damned days ever end?

Jimmy smoothly made his way from the FBI office to his hotel nearby. Luckily, it wasn't so bad; the last time he came to Chicago on a business trip, he stayed at the same hotel with a decent environment. Clearly, they had ample funds. Of course, others who came to Manhattan in New York probably received good treatment too.

Upon reaching the hotel, Jimmy called Nia. She had registered the information, taken the statement, and had already returned to New York, now home.

The next day, Jimmy received a call from Mahong early in the morning informing him to make another trip to the Chicago office.

In a private office, Jimmy saw Mahong. Mahong, "Sorry to call you back, but there are a few people here we need you to identify. Did you notice anything unusual about them?"

Jimmy looked at the photos passed by Mahong, closed his eyes to recall, and shook his head, "These people look ordinary, nothing memorable. What's the problem with them?"

Mahong, "They're just suspects, OK, that's all, thanks for cooperating."

Jimmy returned the photos to Mahong, then asked, "Have you found any results from the investigation?"

Mahong, "Not yet."

Jimmy, "OK, I have one last question. Where did that guy get the gun? The flight attendant said he used a knife to hijack the captain, but when I looked through the hole, he had a gun in his hand."

Mahong, "That was the plane's emergency gun, usually locked in the cockpit. After he took the captain hostage, he unlocked it. This guy was very clear about the weapons available on the plane."

Jimmy. "Got it. It seems it wasn't brought on board by the flight attendant. I have no more questions, goodbye. I'll be at the hotel, call me if you need me."

Mahong nodded, and Jimmy left his office and returned to the hotel.

Mahong took out a report from the drawer, an overnight ballistics report. Along with the accounts from Bill and Brian, who had watched Jimmy shoot, they reconstructed the shooting scenario.

Since the hole wasn't high, Jimmy had to crouch to aim at the hijacker's head, and the gun barrel needed to be kept away from the hole for a clear line of sight. Maintaining a crouching stance and shooting through a hole barely larger than the bullet itself within a tiny time frame to hit the head with one shot was almost magically skillful.

Alexander Macro admitted to himself that his marksmanship was decent, but in such a scenario, he had absolutely no confidence in making a fatal shot, or at least he knew absolutely no one who could achieve that.

Yesterday, he had retrieved Jimmy's basic data from the system, and after getting the ballistic analysis report, he specifically looked up the case reports that Jimmy had previously managed. Obviously, some content in these files had been concealed, which is normal, as publicly accessible case files naturally have some details hidden.

But even with the public information, what this guy has done over the past year isn't so simple, with quite a number of people having fallen at his hands—more than some agents achieve in decades. He's a tough character.

Such performance records, such marksmanship, precise judgment skills, extremely high patience, very perfect agent records—talents like him are truly rare to find.

With these records as a foundation, Jimmy was essentially cleared of suspicion, and it wouldn't have been a problem for him to return to work now, but it just didn't look great procedurally. Anyway, the bureau's budget wasn't coming out of his own pocket, so he might as well just wait it out.

To follow procedure, Alexander had forced Jimmy to stay a few more days, which disappointed Jimmy. He didn't dare to go out until he received instructions; if there was an incident requiring his presence and he wasn't there, it would only complicate the simple matter.

Jimmy had no choice but to make a phone call occasionally, and the rest of the time, he hit the hotel gym to lift weights.

A week later, finally Jimmy was pardoned; he could leave this godforsaken place. Picking up his suitcase, he went to the Chicago office to sign off, and the rest was up to them to deal with. There was still no complete report on the case; it was just the end of Jimmy's part in the investigation, and he could return to work normally.

A good vacation gone, Jimmy bought a ticket and flew straight back to New York. As he drove, staring at the familiar city, he could only lament that venturing out really didn't suit him, seeming to always bring some trouble with it.

Having not received a call from Hughes, who hadn't specified how long of a vacation to give him, Jimmy decided to take it easy. He called Yonia, who, unfortunately, had lost her vacation and had to go back to work, so Jimmy could only wait until she got off work in the evening.

Ever since Nia had been summoned back by her family last time, she seemed to be more at ease, as though she was no longer considering her family's worries, and staying overnight wasn't an issue anymore.

Just one day of rest at home, and Hughes' summons arrived, thus ending his tragically short vacation. Jimmy gathered his emotions and dutifully went to work.

As it turned out, Jimmy's bad luck hadn't ended yet. On the second morning of his return to work, bad news came from Ruiz's side.

Ruiz: "Jimmy, Trinidad and Razor have started going at it."

Jimmy: "They took that long to start a war? How is it? Razor is okay, right?"

Ruiz: "It's just begun, Razor's still fine, but he's down three men, no bodies, no reports."

Jimmy: "OK, what do you need me to do?"

Ruiz shook his head: "No need for action on your part, I'm just letting you know. If Razor calls you, pass it to me, and I'll follow up. Given the current situation, his people might not hold on much longer."

Jimmy nodded: "I understand, he's yours, I won't interfere. Just owe him a favor and make sure he stays alive."

Ruiz: "Then I'm off. By the way, the airplane hijacking the other day, you took care of that, didn't you? How did it feel?"

Jimmy shrugged: "Was quite nervous at first, then it was as usual. Killing the hijacker was unavoidable. With two fighter jets escorting me, if anything really happened, I definitely wouldn't have made it out alive."

Ruiz: "Well done, you saved more than a hundred people. I'm off now, see you."

Jimmy saw Ruiz out of the office and then settled himself on the sofa, boiling water to make tea. Now that he was in another lull with no urgent cases and no emergency support calls received, Jimmy was essentially killing time at work. With Chris's desk behind him cleared out, it seemed he wasn't coming back, and Jimmy wondered how Hughes would handle the situation.

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