Jimmy sent everyone off in a daze, leaving only himself, Mahong, and Hughes in the meeting room.

Mahong and Jimmy shook hands in gratitude before Mahong began to organize his materials, while Hughes sat to one side, watching Jimmy and Mahong in a daze.

Mahong left first, and it was then that Hughes stood up and came over to Jimmy, "How do you feel?"

Jimmy, "Pretty good."

Hughes, "I mean about Mahong. What do you think of him?"

Only then did it dawn on Jimmy, and he blinked, "You're not planning to poach him, are you?"

Hughes nodded, "You go to the hotel and rest. You'll probably stay here for two days."

Jimmy nodded, pulled over his suitcase from the side, and went to the hotel next door. Yes, when Hughes had notified him earlier, he had asked him to bring his luggage. Jimmy wouldn't be able to return to New York if he didn't stay out for a few days.

Today's case study was not Jimmy's main arena, as the investigation was led by the Chicago office. There were various factions within the FBI; the New York office typically stole the show, but Chicago stood to reap the biggest tangible rewards.

However, Hughes was clearly no pushover; Jimmy suspected he had some plan in mind, otherwise, there was no need for Hughes to accompany him if all he wanted was for Jimmy to be a mascot. The only uncertainty was what exactly Hughes was plotting. The old man was too deep to fathom, and with his rich experience and scant expressions, always wearing a somber face, it was impossible to guess his thoughts.

The next day, Jimmy returned to FBI headquarters, only to receive an internal commendation, which surprised him. He had thought that his being brought over this time would at least involve receiving a medal as before, something to justify his efforts. What went wrong? There was such a positive response from so many people at yesterday's session, it shouldn't have been like this.

Jimmy didn't see Hughes at all that day. With no senior contacts at headquarters, he was completely out of the loop and truly felt small, led by the nose by others.

Returning to the hotel, Jimmy pondered for a moment, then went out to a small shop to buy an unregistered phone to call Winston. Winston had promised to introduce a gunsmith to him; with some time on his hands while out of town, Jimmy decided to reach out.

Winston did not hesitate. Their identities had been clarified when they had coffee on the rooftop. Winston wouldn't make Jimmy do anything he didn't want to, it was just deepening their relationship. Winston would provide convenience in exchange for his friendship.

Winston gave Jimmy a name, phone number, and address, assuring him that he would notify in advance. All Jimmy needed to do was make the visit in person.

Not too far away, Philadelphia, it happened to be on his way back to New York. Jimmy calculated the route, feeling it was feasible. Just rent a car, drive from DC to Philadelphia, then onto New York to return the car.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly until a call disrupted Jimmy's plan. The FBI Academy in Quantico called, inviting Jimmy back to the Academy. After a call to Hughes, Jimmy also responded to the academy and would soon head over.

Since this was an FBI matter, Jimmy didn't hold back. He directly contacted the headquarters' administrative department and requested a Chevrolet Suburban. Driving the SUV, Jimmy suddenly thought it was pretty good, much better than the Victoria Crown he was driving. It had more space, a bit more power, and most importantly, a much better field of vision due to its height.

While driving, Jimmy mulled over how to get Manhattan to switch his car. The previously standard-issued Victoria Crown no longer caught his fancy. A man should have something more rugged.

The Quantico Academy was still in vacation mode, and this summons for Jimmy was purely for him to explain the case and his thoughts in detail to the instructors. After 9/11, this was the most gratifying hijacking case they had handled, and the academy had already decided to use it as a guiding case study for the next session. Therefore, it was crucial to discuss the details with the person involved in advance.

Returning to the long-missed FBI Academy, Jimmy was quite emotional. It was the first place he had received comprehensive training after arriving in this world. Initially, county police work was grounded only in basic auxiliary training and Noah's briefings, which resulted in Jimmy being very reckless during his time as a county cop. He frequently issued tickets and even more frequently shot suspects. Although most of them had reasons warranting their deaths, he was a police officer, not a judge.

Jimmy had also reflected on his past behavior. While largely influenced by his predecessor Jimmy's aggressive approach, it was still his actions. Against murderers or those who shot at police, there were definitely thoughts within him that prompted his response. Since he was responsible, he had to bear the sins: Executioner, maniac, killer—he accepted those terms.

But since attending the FBI Academy's training, Jimmy had become increasingly familiar with the rules and integrated better into this world. In fact, half a year of FBI training, where he learned about the law, society, life, and historical cases, was the real turning point for his role assimilation.

Jimmy drove to the academy gate, reported his name, and entered smoothly. It seemed the academy was well-prepared for his arrival. Reaching the administrative building, one of his former instructors was already waiting for him with others.

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