Fourth, if it really was Nuer, the mastermind behind the bomb case, then why was it a shooting instead of a bomb? For them, making a bomb and installing it in a car or a house would have been a better guarantee of killing Jimmy.

So many questions, could it be they were wrong all along?

Jimmy sat back in his seat, feeling a bit confused in his mind, needing to sort things out.

Chuck looked at the contemplative Jimmy, sensing Jimmy had some ideas—surely the quick thinking of youth.

After a while, Chuck spoke up, startling Jimmy, "Jimmy, the video isn't done yet, there's another recording here, footage of the motorcycle tracking its previous route."

Jimmy's eyes lit up, "Quick, play it."

Chuck put the tape into the VCR and began playing, "This footage was harder to handle, we've been busy until now because of it."

The footage was fragmented, tracing back from the roads the motorcycle had traveled before stopping at an intersection, all the way to it emerging from a parking lot.

Since the two people on the bike never took off their helmets, their features were still indiscernible from the surveillance video, but that parking lot might hold some clues.

Jimmy immediately picked up his suit jacket, "Chuck, Nia, you guys head back, leave me the tapes, I'll investigate the clues. Don't get involved in this case, I'm still not sure who is behind it, it's too dangerous for you to follow me."

Nia was about to speak but Chuck pulled her back, "I know, you be careful too. Nia, let's go back."

Jimmy put on his suit jacket, hugged Nia, and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry about me, I'll be careful."

Jimmy saw Chuck and Nia out, then returned to pick up the two video tapes and went to the technology department, asking them to extract the corresponding images from the video and print them out. Afterward, he put the tapes back in his office, took a department car from the parking lot, and left for the parking lot where the motorcycle had been spotted.

Jimmy was still the target of the gunman and shouldn't have been acting alone, but Hughes and Mahong were not in his office when he gathered the information, so he left without saying anything.

Shortly after Jimmy left, Mahong and Philicia returned, and not finding Jimmy in the office, Mahong immediately called him, "Jimmy, where are you?"

Jimmy: "NYPD's Chuck helped with the surveillance video, and we found the parking lot where the motorcycle appeared, I'm on my way there."

Mahong: "Come back immediately, right now. You cannot act alone."

Jimmy: "I know someone wants to kill me, I'll be careful."

Mahong: "That's an order, come back immediately."

Jimmy was speechless, "Understood, I'm coming back now." After hanging up, Jimmy slapped the steering wheel and made a U-turn at the next intersection to head back to the office. Fortunately, he hadn't been gone long, and the distance wasn't far; otherwise, he might have had to defy an order just this once.

Back at the office, Mahong and Philicia were there, "How did it go today? Did El mention any clues?"

Philicia spoke first: "Not yet, we might have to go again tomorrow, let him cool off first."

Mahong: "Jimmy, what clues have you found?"

Jimmy picked up two videotapes from his desk, "This is the surveillance footage of the motorcycle, you guys take a look too."

Jimmy replayed the video, the same as before, first showing the route they took to attack Jimmy, then where they came out.

Jimmy shared his speculation, and both Mahong and Philicia agreed with Jimmy's thoughts, but they still had no leads on the several questions Jimmy posed, particularly the license plate number Jimmy had just reported—how could they possibly know it so quickly? There was a serious problem within the organization.

Whether it was Jimmy or Mahong, they both thought of an internal mole, but neither of them was in a position to handle it. Mahong was new and not well-acquainted with the people in the Manhattan office, and Jimmy had just been promoted to Senior Agent, having always been a junior agent without much authority, investigating an internal mole was going to be tough.

Mahong: "Let's put the mole issue aside for now, and focus on finding the gunman. But now we're not going to the parking lot where they emerged, instead, we're going to investigate the street where they disappeared. Philicia, prepare to leave. Jimmy, you stay in the department and do not go out."

Jimmy let out an "ah" in shock, "Why? If the three of us were there, even if the gunman came back, it wouldn't be a problem."

Mahong: "No, I'm not worried about the gunman, but the bomb. Although El didn't say it today, his reaction suggests that his previous claim of providing a person isn't false, meaning there's someone close by who can make bombs just like El. We can't give them any reason to deploy a bomb outside; the impact wouldn't only be on you, others could be involved too."

Jimmy was speechless—he wasn't a selfish person. He really wasn't scared of a gunman targeting him, but if someone was insane enough to use bombs, that could cause far too much damage.

Jimmy: "Alright, I'll provide backup from here. These are the screenshots I printed; if it's convenient, investigate that parking lot too."

Mahong nodded, "Let's go."

Jimmy watched Mahong and Philicia leave, and he could only slump back into his seat dejectedly. No, moping around wasn't helping; since he couldn't do anything outside, he should work on the internal issue—the mole was also a big problem.

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