Ruiz: "I'll get back to you later."

Ruiz hung up on Jimmy and felt that things had changed significantly here. Hughes had just mentioned that Jimmy's target was the explosion case, so why had they suddenly pinned it on Azte?

"Stop the car up ahead," Ruiz told the driving agent.

Ruiz got out of the car and called Hughes from the roadside. Because they had been dealing with a mole and information had been silenced, Ruiz had indeed lost some progress information for a period of time. After getting the progress from Hughes, Ruiz was also a bit surprised. In just a day or two, had Jimmy actually uncovered so much based on the gunman's investigation?

The news from Hughes's side was also somewhat lacking because he still didn't know about Jimmy's arrest of Carlos, but it didn't affect their earlier arrangement, which was to keep Jimmy away from this matter.

The situation now was that Jimmy was convinced Azte had attacked him, so they needed to further separate the issues, handing over the affair with Azte to Jimmy, while dealing with the mole themselves.

Hughes arranged for Ruiz to continue the arrest operation, while he tried to contact their previous middleman, Thomas, but once again, no one answered Thomas's phone.

After receiving Hughes's opinion, Ruiz called Jimmy back. "Jimmy, go ahead and do it."

For Ruiz, dealing with a small gang leader wasn't a big issue. Although they didn't have much evidence in hand yet, if they really wanted to take down Serra, throwing him in jail for a while would be sufficient. So, even if Jimmy brought him back, it wouldn't be a big issue, at most it would just be a little more procedurally troublesome.

After ending the call, Ruiz got back into the car and continued towards Albany.

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Jimmy finally received the confirmation from Ruiz. He mentioned it to Macro, and after checking Serra's information in the system, they went downstairs and set off. Philicia stayed behind to finalize the reports on the previous operation and Carlos's interrogation.

Jimmy and Macro grabbed some food on the way to make do and arrived at Trinidad's stronghold. As a gang leader, Serra hadn't really hidden himself too much. The FBI database could directly reveal related information, most of which had been entered by Ruiz's team.

Macro stood in the front and rang the doorbell. After a man with tattoos all over his face opened the door, he announced, "FBI Senior Agent Alexander Macro, Senior Agent Jimmy Yang. We're here to see Serra."

"There's no such person." The man casually tried to close the door. Macro kicked the door, causing it to hit the man's face, and he and Jimmy entered their stronghold.

"FBI!" Macro immediately drew his Glock and began searching for Serra's location. Jimmy followed behind, taking out zip ties from his pocket to bind the door opener's hands behind his back. Zip ties were incredibly handy—a bunch in the pocket was enough to handle a dozen or more people.

Jimmy had already verified the people in the room beforehand, so as Macro advanced with his gun raised, Jimmy followed him, taking the opportunity to assess Macro's capabilities. From the way he handled the door, it seemed Macro was a tough one, but it was yet to be seen how capable he was in combat.

A few guys came out of a room, cursing. Most were unarmed, but two had guns. Macro aimed his gun at them, "FBI, drop your guns. Raise your hands."

The two with guns looked at each other, tossed their guns on the ground, and raised their hands. "Face the wall and stand properly, hands up." Once they complied and stood against the wall, Macro nodded, and Jimmy approached to twist the first person's arm behind him, ready to apply a zip tie.

"Bang," Macro fired a shot at one side. "Who's there, come out with your hands up." Jimmy turned to look, there had been no one in that room before. After controlling them all, Jimmy walked over and discovered there was a door there—the person had come from the neighboring room. That explained why it hadn't been detected by Heart Eye; the hidden door was flush with the walls, indistinguishable at a glance.

Macro and Jimmy checked the remaining two rooms to ensure no one else was present, then returned to the group of controlled gang members. "Where's Serra?"

Jimmy tapped Macro, "Let me do this."

Jimmy pulled out his Python, ejected the six bullets, loaded one back in, spun the cylinder and then closed it. "I prefer this, simple and straightforward."

Jimmy stood in front of them, "Now, I need to know where Serra has gone. You have at most five chances. You're the first."

Jimmy aimed the gun at the first man, "Speak."

"I don't know." The underling's voice trembled, aware of the long history of Russian roulette as a method of confrontation. Although they normally didn't play this, they understood the danger involved.

"I don't believe you." Click, Jimmy pulled the trigger, empty chamber. "You have four chances left at most."

"I really don't know!"

"Then who does?" Click, Jimmy pulled the trigger again, still no bullet. Jimmy, of course, knew which chamber had the bullet as he could see it from his angle.

"Him! He's been with Serra the longest." Two consecutive empty chambers had already made him start to crumble, and he turned to look at a fat man beside him.

Jimmy opened the cylinder, spun it, closed it back up, and approached the fat man who was pointed out, "Got anything to say?"

Click, Jimmy didn't wait for him to speak and pulled the trigger. The fat man shivered, "I'll talk, I'll talk! Serra went to meet someone from Azte, she left about an hour ago."

"Where are they? The address."

"White Rabbit Restaurant, over by Forest Hill."

Jimmy turned to Mahong, who nodded, "It's not far, let's go."

Jimmy nodded, reloaded the Python, and then took the cellphones from them, removing all the batteries, threw the phones on the ground, and took the batteries with him. As for the few tied-up men, they should be able to help each other out of the situation quickly; it would only delay the time they report back information.

Using this time, Mahong and Jimmy should be able to make it to Forest Hill.

At the White Rabbit Restaurant, Mahong and Jimmy parked at the entrance, walked in wearing bullet-proof vests, and a waiter was coming over to greet them but retreated to one side with a scream after seeing two men with badges and bullet-proof vests.

There weren't many people in the restaurant, six people were sitting at two adjacent tables, one of which was their target, Serra; the remaining five people, if there was no surprise, should be Azte's men.

"FBI! Serra, you're under arrest," Mahong drew his Glock and aimed at the group, "Hands up, don't try anything."

Jimmy was always watching these people from the back, but he also had to pay attention to the restaurant's waitstaff and other customers. That Serra was conducting business here suggested that this establishment was either under their influence or was a front.

Within the range of Heart Eye Observation, Jimmy saw a person coming out of the kitchen with a gun aimed at them; Jimmy quickly turned and fired. "Bang bang." Jimmy only hit the man's arm and shoulder, ensuring he temporarily lost control of the pistol without intending to kill.

Because Jimmy fired, Mahong got slightly distracted, turning in the direction Jimmy shot. In that brief moment, Azte's men lowered their hands that had been raised and reached for their guns, starting to move away from their chairs and aiming at Mahong preparing to shoot.

By the time they raised their guns, Mahong had already spotted the problem. He fired while ducking to the side for cover. Guns from both sides let off shots, and Jimmy by now had gone all out.

Jimmy was already behind Mahong, and after the initial shots, had moved next to the bar counter. Now, as Azte's men started shooting, he took cover by the cash register and began to return fire.

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