Jimmy was only relaying the situation at the scene to the command center over the phone. Unless Watson himself gave orders on site, no one else could direct Jimmy. So handling the current shooting incident wasn't really an issue for him; at most, it might just unsettle their minds a bit, making them less focused while working on his behalf.

The NYPD and ambulances arrived very quickly. The Anti-Terrorism Bureau didn't completely ignore Jimmy's requests just because the incident wasn't their concern. As a temporary commander designated by Watson, they were very clearly very cooperative with Jimmy's instructions.

Jimmy showed his badge and asked them to stay and deal with the scene. He then contacted security to stop the elevator, waiting for the NYPD forensic team to gather the shooter-related information from inside. Jimmy followed the security personnel to the building's monitor room to access the elevator's CCTV footage.

He still had some suspicions, wanting to confirm whether the person who had escaped was indeed the Boxer he was looking for. It was just too coincidental.

"Access the underground parking lot elevator surveillance and the parking lot footage," Jimmy instructed the personnel in the security room.

The cooperation from the security team was very high. No wonder, given that a shooting had just occurred in the underground parking lot and the FBI had popped up right after— nobody could match their response speed.

The two monitors in front of them started rewinding by about fifteen minutes—one showed the elevator surveillance, and the other showed the internal view from the entrance of the underground parking lot. After they started to play normally, Jimmy began scrutinizing the moving figures. The lighting in the underground parking lot was very poor, making the footage quality dismal. Why wouldn't these property managers upgrade to the latest equipment?

"Pause, slow motion, start," Jimmy commanded.

In the footage from the parking lot, two people appeared. They walked towards each other and when they got close, one of them made a move. Although they were a bit far, Jimmy could barely make out that the initiator had grabbed the other's clothing or arm. They quickly scuffled and separated, defending against each other until the initiator was knocked to the ground.

The person who reacted later bent down as if to grab something but suddenly fell sideways. They became entangled on the ground again and soon separated. The person who fell later got up and walked towards the elevator. After a few steps, he stopped, turned back, and fired a shot.

"Pause. Time it, switch to the elevator surveillance, start playback," Jimmy said.

Half a minute later, the elevator doors opened, and a man who was clutching his belly and bowing his head entered the parking lot. He pressed the button for the second floor and later left the elevator when it opened.

"Is there surveillance on the second floor?"

"No, no cameras are installed inside the floors," the security team responded immediately.

"Rewind the footage, starting from when he entered the elevator," Jimmy directed to rewind the tape, "Pause,"—the reflective surface at the corner of the elevator revealed a glimpse of the man's reflection.

"Copy both pieces of surveillance for me. Leave them here; I'll come to collect them later. Now take me to the elevator on the second floor, quickly; we need to pursue," Jimmy ordered.

After Jimmy gave his instructions, the security supervisor arranged for the copy, and he himself led Jimmy out the door, rushing up the stairs to the second floor, "Command center, continue checking the surrounding surveillance. The shooter is very likely the Boxer."

Jimmy reported to the command center as he ran.

The video quality inside the elevator was much clearer than the footage from the underground parking lot. First was the color of the hair, definitely brown. And although the reflection on the mirror surface wasn't large, it was still possible to see part of his face. This person bore some resemblance to the Boxer. Although the brown hair seemed different from what was seen in previous surveillance footage, this aspect could be the easiest to change.

"Jimmy, this is Noah Watson. Are you sure it's him?"

"Not certain, there's a high probability. The hair color matches, but he kept his head down under the camera, so I couldn't see his face," Jimmy replied.

"Understood, backup is on the way," Watson said.

Jimmy continued following the security supervisor to the elevator area, starting to look for blood traces around it. The man from before was already shot, and now the priority was to figure out where he had gone.

The security captain notified others through the walkie-talkie. Jimmy had many sources of information now, but no one had yet reported seeing the injured man.

Jimmy and the security supervisor didn't split up; the two inspected the second floor together, even glancing at the fire escape, but found no blood traces. Perhaps he managed to stop the bleeding from the gunshot wound by applying pressure.

"One of our men is knocked out, at the first-floor fire escape," their walkie-talkie buzzed with the message from the security team captain. Both of them immediately turned around and ran down through the fire escape.

Jimmy hadn't looked carefully at the scene below earlier because it was beneath his feet. He thought someone was guarding downstairs, but it turned out they were knocked unconscious, FK.

"Where's the person?" the security captain asked the security personnel who had discovered the unconscious man.

"Didn't see anyone. I found him sitting against the wall when I passed by, so I came to check on him, and he had already been knocked out, but he still had a pulse and was breathing," they replied.

Jimmy looked around. There were a few drops of blood next to this unconscious person; it indeed seemed like the spot. "How many exits are there from here?" he asked.

Security captain: "Three."

Jimmy: "Split up and search. I'll take the side door."

Jimmy headed for the side door, which led to a small alley on W 44th Street on the side of the building. The person was shot, went up to the second floor, and then down to the first floor to escape, clearly creating trouble for any pursuers behind him, to buy himself more time.

Since the man on the first floor had been knocked down while Jimmy was on the second floor, the injured person must have left some time ago. Jimmy stepped outside the side door, looked left and right, and didn't notice anyone suspicious. Everyone's walking posture seemed normal. He was too late.

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