Woody: "Oh, no, it seems there's something going on with the boss, planning to close the bar and transfer the liquor license."

Jimmy frowned, "This place does good business, why?"

Woody sighed, "I don't know, but the boss has been rarely coming here for a while. It was only during a chat with us, the old staff, a few days ago that I learned it was about to close."

Jimmy smacked his lips, "Such a pity. Once you leave, I won't even know where to drink. Not everyone can make so many tasty drinks. Here's to you."

Woody just shrugged, "Closing might be fine, it gives me a chance to take a break. I've been busy for so many years, maybe it's time to travel around."

As time went on, more and more customers filled the bar, and Jimmy and Woody could only chat occasionally. Most of the time, he had to serve customers with other bartenders. After two drinks, Jimmy said goodbye to Woody and left the bar.

Standing at the entrance of the bar, Jimmy looked around at the crowd. In a bar in the Upper West Side, there wasn't much trouble and the customer flow was quite high. It was really a good location for a business, such a pity.

Back home, Jimmy checked his phone to make sure there wasn't anything urgent, then went to wash up and get ready to rest, spending time watching TV in bed.

-----------------

The next day at work, as soon as Jimmy came out of the elevator, he saw Hughes sitting on the sofa in the lobby. Hughes waved him over, then stood and walked with Jimmy back into the elevator without a word. The two went to the parking lot.

Hughes took out a slip of paper from his pocket and handed it to Jimmy, "Jimmy, take this and go to the Anti-Terrorism Bureau. I've already contacted Supervisor Watson. Give it to him, and then bring the documents back."

Jimmy nodded. From the building to now, the first thing Hughes said was to send him out; it seemed like a big and sensitive issue. He hadn't found him in the office but had been waiting at the lobby.

Getting back into the car, Jimmy drove straight to the Anti-Terrorism Bureau. The slip of paper had a phone number on it. It looked like Hughes was keeping it secret to avoid even phone communications, using Jimmy, who had dealt with the Anti-Terrorism Bureau a few times before. It seemed like a big trouble.

Jimmy arrived at the Anti-Terrorism Bureau, a place he had been many times before. He was familiar with the procedures. After the front desk contacted someone upstairs and registered him, they let Jimmy go up on his own. Actually, every time Jimmy came, he had to register, and someone from upstairs had to confirm his identity and whether he had an appointment. It wasn't that easy to just go up, after all, this was a highly secretive institution.

Just out of the elevator, Jimmy immediately saw several people at the elevator doors ready to rush inside, "Whoa, whoa! Careful." Jimmy dodged to the side, waiting for the people outside to enter before squeezing out. It looked like there was an emergency in action; Jimmy wasn't in the mood to curse and watched the elevator doors close before turning towards Watson's office.

Before he could reach Watson's office, Watson and Kerry walked out of the office while putting on their overcoats.

Jimmy quickly greeted, "Hi, Supervisor Watson, Supervisor Hughes sent me to..."

Watson waved his hand, "Stop, we'll talk later! Wait here." He didn't even stop as he walked away, and Kerry turned and walked towards the command center, completely ignoring what Jimmy had said.

Jimmy sighed helplessly. Hughes certainly hadn't expected Watson to have an urgent matter when he contacted him. Now what? It's not like he could directly ask Kerry for help with the investigation?

Luckily, Jimmy was familiar with the environment here. The conference room next to the command center was usually empty, a good place to rest.

Jimmy sat in the conference room lost in thought, not knowing when Watson would return. And from what he had seen before, their situation seemed quite significant.

You see, Watson was the head of the Anti-Terrorism Bureau. The people he had run into at the elevator were probably going to carry out a task. Under normal circumstances, shouldn't a supervisor be in the command center, monitoring and remotely commanding? Why did he need to go out personally?

Last time, when dealing with the Boxer, Watson was in the command center throughout. They had even called for external assistance and lost several agents, which was serious enough. But even then, Watson didn't engage personally; it was all managed remotely.

This situation must be even more severe than the last time a top agent defected. It was hard to imagine what happened.

Jimmy kept wondering until he suddenly remembered something—Jason Bourne. He had encountered him in Paris, but that was two years ago, wasn't it? The movie left some impression, but he really couldn't remember when exactly. Could it be because he showed up?

Trying to recall, he seemed to remember a scene of Jason Bourne appearing in New York, but he truly couldn't recall the plot. If Bourne really was in New York, their intense response seemed somewhat justified.

Jimmy stood at the door of the conference room, looking towards the command center. Kerry, Noah's deputy, was there. The room was soundproofed well, making it impossible to hear anything from the outside, and because of the angle, Jimmy could only see part of the people in the command center, not even the wall monitors.

Jimmy stepped back a few steps, activated Heart Eye to continue watching the command center, and confirmed which figure was Kerry. Speculating about what they were doing with Heart Eye Observation was a distraction, definitely more interesting than staring at the ceiling.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.