Jimmy had already received the location of Razor's safe house from Ruiz, and Razor's original cell phone number was no longer in use, all in the name of safety. Therefore, Jimmy didn't contact him in advance since they had met before; knocking on the door would suffice.

"Knock, knock" Jimmy knocked on the door twice. Razor came from the bedroom and, after confirming it was Jimmy through the peephole, opened the door to let him in.

Razor looked quite decent, having shaved his head bald and no longer wearing earrings or ear studs. Apart from the tattoos showing on his body, it was nearly impossible to tell that he used to be involved in gangs. Razor was the first to speak, "Long time no see, Jimmy."

Jimmy smiled and said, "How have things been these past few days?"

Razor shrugged, "Still alive, at least. Coffee? I only have instant here."

Jimmy said, "No need, I just came to check on you, to make sure you're safe. You can rely on Ruiz to handle things, he'll definitely keep you out of trouble."

Razor said, "It's all business. Once things here are over, I'll leave New York."

Jimmy asked, "Thought about where you'll go?"

Razor replied, "I haven't planned yet, but I'll let you know when I leave. Thanks."

Jimmy waved his hand, "Don't thank me, I'm just the messenger. Thank Ruiz, it's all his doing."

Jimmy glanced around the safe house; it was fine, just an ordinary apartment with nothing special, and he didn't find any guns or contraband on Razor or in the bedroom, indicating he was indeed playing it safe.

Jimmy said, "Alright, I'm relieved you're okay, I'll head back now."

Razor nodded, and just as Jimmy was about to reach the door, Razor suddenly said, "Wait, I have a piece of unconfirmed news, consider it a gift."

Jimmy turned around to look at Razor, "Go ahead."

Razor said, "There's a big assassin organization in New York. I've never found a way to contact them, but many cases are said to be their doing. If you're interested, you might want to investigate it yourself."

Jimmy frowned, "That's it? We already have plenty of vague leads like that back at the office, practically useless without evidence or contact details."

Razor shrugged, "That's all I know. I'm not well-connected. Maybe people from the bigger gangs know the contact details and more. Just saying, you could solve many murder cases, get a promotion, and reach the pinnacle of your career if you could take them down."

Jimmy said, "Alright, thanks. I'll keep an eye out. Goodbye."

Jimmy turned, opened the door, and walked out. Razor closed the door behind him, likely never to meet again. Once Ruiz's work was done, Razor would surely leave.

Back in his car, Jimmy couldn't help but laugh. The assassin organization Razor mentioned was probably the Continental Hotel. Indeed, his rank might not be high enough; without a recommendation, he couldn't open an account or place bounties there.

That kind of lead was meaningless. Though Jimmy wasn't very familiar with the Continental Hotel, he did know Winston, the head in New York. Really taking action against the Continental Hotel might stir up a hornet's nest.

Moreover, the Continental Hotel wasn't the only assassin organization. Jimmy had come across many clues to smaller assassin firms before. For instance, Frank had arranged assassination missions before, mainly acting as a middleman.

Just as Jimmy was about to leave, a car aggressively pulled up next to him, then swerved to stop in front, nearly causing a collision.

Jimmy stuck his head out the window and cursed, "FK! Are you crazy?"

The car had barely stabilized. The door opened, and a curly-haired Hispanic man got out, looking fierce as he approached Jimmy's car. "What the hell did you just say? What the hell did you say?"

Jimmy didn't back down, stepping out and confronting him, "What are you trying to do, huh? Don't you know how to look when you drive?"

Seeing the other guy trying to reach for something, Jimmy quickly grabbed his lifting arm, twisted it gently, and with his left hand grabbed his neck, pressing him against the hood of his car, "Arggh!" Apprehending was second nature to Jimmy, especially as his spiritual power and reflexes grew stronger, making such hand-to-hand captures nearly flawless unless faced with a much stronger opponent.

"Click" a handgun fell to the ground, Jimmy glanced at it, "FBI, don't move!" Jimmy grabbed the other hand now behind his back with his left, while drawing his Glock with his right, pointing it at the car, "Passenger in the car, raise your hands, get out."

As Jimmy subdued the driver, the passenger in the car had already started to exit. Jimmy was so quick to act that by the time the passenger opened the door, Jimmy was already pointing his gun at him.

Jimmy said, "Don't move, raise your hands." The man in the passenger seat just leaned out a bit when he heard Jimmy say FBI, and froze, turning to see the barrel of the gun pointing right at him, raising his hands as instructed.

Jimmy commanded, "Drop the gun, turn around, and raise your hands." Indeed, as the passenger alighted, he had already drawn a handgun, now raised skyward.

"Clack", the handgun hit the ground.

Jimmy called out to nearby bystanders, "Hey buddy, call the police. Passenger, back towards me, step by step."

Seeing that the passenger didn't turn around, Jimmy, still holding the Glock, reached behind with his free hand to grab his handcuffs and first secured the driver he had apprehended.

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