The mission had already been destined to be handled outside of normal working hours, and he estimated that he would need to stay at the Anti-Terrorism Bureau for a few days.

That evening, when he arrived at the Anti-Terrorism Bureau, Watson was already standing in the command center. Seeing Jimmy with two big bags, he nodded in greeting.

Jimmy hadn't yet put the bags down, but went straight to the command center, "Hi, guys, this investigation is very important. Everyone will need to pull together, we might have to work overtime at the bureau. If there's no news for now, you can quickly handle your personal matters. Thanks, everyone."

After Jimmy finished, he nodded to everyone, then said to Noah, "I'm going to put the bags down, I'll be right back."

Watson nodded, and after Jimmy turned away, a smile appeared on his face as well.

Not to mention anything else, Jimmy's attitude toward work was praiseworthy indeed. Everyone could see whether someone was serious and responsible.

Such a good employee, why isn't he one of ours at CIA? Having such a subordinate would save so much trouble.

Jimmy reached the temporary office, placed the bags in the corner so as not to obstruct the room's dynamics. One bag contained clothes, the other was his equipment bag from the car, containing an M16, a shotgun, a bullet-proof vest, spare magazines, and two boxes of ammunition. Normally, the equipment bag was in the trunk of the car, but while returning, Jimmy thought it better to keep it with him in case he had to deploy at a moment's notice, as it might be too late to run downstairs to the parking garage.

Jimmy first checked the weapons, disassembled a few bullets from the magazine, then reloaded them, to ensure everything was ready. This time, his opponents were CIA agents, skilled in using both rifles and handguns, with strong combat abilities, so he had to make sure he was in good shape at all times.

After organizing everything, Jimmy stood up and returned to the command center, Watson had already left, probably upset over research materials and had gone out to clear his mind.

Jimmy asked, "Did the surveillance turn up anything?"

A staff member turned to look at Jimmy, "We have acquired surveillance from the last location and are identifying others, but haven't found anything yet."

Jimmy said, "Keep going, what about the previous surveillance points? Other than his image, have you discovered his residence or any communication with others?"

The staff member replied, "Nothing so far, I'll get them to go over it again," then stood up and left the command center.

The Anti-Terrorism Bureau wasn't just this one room. With so many people, each department was in a different place. For surveillance reading and identification, which requires lots of manual operation, for sure it was conducted elsewhere, needing multiple screens and play positions. If only one surveillance was being watched at a time, it would take much longer.

When Jimmy was at the FBI, field investigations and such typically had only one or two surveillance locations, so they were directly played back in the office with a VCR and television, to save trouble. If you were to go to a NYPD dispatch center, for example, multiple large screens would display multiple surveillances simultaneously, adjusting the progress of a particular surveillance if needed.

"A signal has appeared, go call the supervisor." A staff member suddenly shouted, followed immediately by someone standing up and running out.

Jimmy, who had been sitting against the wall and was a bit drowsy, was suddenly awakened by the shout.

Jimmy asked, "Where? The specific location."

The staff member replied, "Central Park, the signal just appeared."

Jimmy looked at the map, confused. Other places he could understand, inside a building or a specially constructed vehicle where signals couldn't show, made some sense, but sudden appearance in Central Park? Moreover, it was almost 11 PM, and there was virtually no one in Central Park.

Jimmy demanded, "Do you have the subterranean map of Central Park? Bring it up."

The staff member replied, "No."

Jimmy felt somewhat helpless. Here in New York, the subterranean networks were incomplete even in government records, being continuously expanded over one or two hundred years, the underground was like a spider web.

Moreover, it seemed this Boxer was not very particular. He likely came up from the underground network; the signal definitely couldn't have come through from below.

Jimmy ordered, "Take down my number, if the signal appears again in 10 minutes, call and inform me of the location."

After giving his number, Jimmy turned and left the command center, went to the office to grab his gear, and then drove downstairs heading to Central Park.

Night traffic was relatively smooth. He had seen the location on the map just earlier, but Central Park was too large, Jimmy couldn't just go in and find the person. He simply parked his car by the roadside, waiting for the next notification.

There weren't many people on the streets at this time, either already home from work or playing in various nightclubs or clubs, which made the streets relatively empty. But one very problematic issue was the lighting, making it extremely difficult to clearly see everyone's faces. Jimmy, sitting in his car, peered out through the window, feeling his view was imprecise.

The Boxer was a field agent, surely trained in makeup and disguises. Recalling how Tom used to change his appearance every time when meeting Jimmy, and if Jimmy was not familiar with Tom, he simply wouldn't have recognized him.

This Boxer might not have Tom's depth of skill, but certainly knew the basics of disguise. The appearance in that photo, or even from surveillance footage a few days ago, could not be taken for granted.

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