"Knock knock," Jimmy knocked on the door. Caitlin nodded inside, and Jimmy pushed the door open, turning to the two security guards, "Please wait outside. Our conversation needs to remain confidential."

After speaking, Jimmy closed the glass door. From outside, one could clearly see inside, and since the office glass was completely non-bulletproof, if they really wanted to do something to Jimmy, the door would not have any effect.

Caitlin looked at Jimmy's appearance, her eyebrows furrowed, morphing from arched to a straight line, "What do you mean by that?"

Jimmy, "I'm here for an answer."

Caitlin, "Go on."

Jimmy, "I had just completed certification and came to see you. Someone broke into my apartment to assassinate me at dawn. That person had been MIA for several years."

Caitlin's furrowed brows suddenly lifted in surprise, "Tell me the details."

Jimmy, "Former Army, went MIA years ago. The night after we talked, he broke into my room, wearing a bullet-proof vest and using a silenced Glock. Does this sound familiar? It's our style of operation."

Caitlin shook her head, "It wasn't arranged by me. I'm not that foolish."

Caitlin looked at Jimmy, sure that he hadn't been shot, and there were no signs of injury on his face or arms. A former soldier had made a midnight raid wearing a bullet-proof vest, yet hadn't caused any damage? And since he had uncovered this much, that person must have been neutralized on the spot.

Such combat ability required her to reevaluate her assessment of him; he was definitely not just a simple field agent.

Jimmy, "Then who was it? The only time I ever revealed my identity was here, and I've been undercover for over four years."

Caitlin, "You go back first. I will investigate this."

Jimmy shook his head, "Director Watson was just taken away a few days ago, and although my identity wasn't disclosed then, we had always cooperated without issues before that. Ma'am, are you cleaning out Watson's network? Are you wiping out everyone he worked with?"

Caitlin, "First, Watson has not been convicted; second, we have no motive to do that, especially before confirming your AGENT status. You are an FBI Senior Agent. No one would do this."

Jimmy looked at Caitlin, and from her response, it seemed she really had nothing to do with it, but the CIA was now his prime suspect. He took a deep breath and then said, "I hope to have a result soon. Ma'am, I don't mind cooperating, but I don't want to be shot in the back."

Caitlin nodded, watching Jimmy without saying anything more. From what Jimmy had described, it was indeed possible that there was an issue on their side, and the follow-up investigation was internal.

Jimmy bid farewell to Caitlin, opened the door, and left the office. The two security guards outside visibly relaxed a bit before escorting Jimmy out of the building.

Jimmy got into his car and drove away from the Anti-Terrorism Bureau.

His visit to the Anti-Terrorism Bureau more or less confirmed that the person who attempted to assassinate him at his apartment wasn't arranged by her, judging by her spontaneous surprised reaction that didn't seem feigned. Having been a cop and agent for four years, Jimmy had seen all kinds. He could generally distinguish those basic reactions.

So, the question arises, why would someone also want to kill him? From the elimination of Azte, it was evident that Scott Coleman's earlier operation style was to completely overpower. Under such circumstances, the cars that followed him seemed more like his handiwork, employing more people if enough personnel were available.

As Jimmy pondered this at a red light, also waiting for pedestrians to cross—in Manhattan, New York, jaywalking was commonplace, so most drivers would be extra careful when crossing intersections, though there were still many who would speed through carelessly, leading to plenty of traffic accidents.

The pedestrians had cleared the crosswalk, and Jimmy stepped on the gas to start moving. Ahead, the road was narrowed down to one lane by a construction vehicle flashing a warning light, and a sewer entry was opened with several workers around.

As Jimmy slowed down passing them, two workers from the ground suddenly pulled out guns from their bosoms and started shooting at Jimmy. The parked construction vehicle also started and rammed into Jimmy's car.

This sudden change caught Jimmy off guard. In Manhattan, seeing construction vehicles on the road conducting maintenance was an everyday occurrence, and most people subconsciously ignored these workers.

When the gunshots rang out, Jimmy instinctively slid down, pulling his Glock from his waist holster and firing towards the worker on his right side. Of course, the angle was not ideal; by then, Jimmy had slid under the steering wheel, trying his best to minimize his exposure, and leaned to the right to completely shield himself below the window level, his right arm raised to fire directly through the right passenger door in response.

Jimmy didn't stop the car; instead, he floored the accelerator and rushed forward. The car in front of him also slowed down, and with Jimmy's acceleration, he rammed into its rear bumper.

Jimmy didn't care anymore; pressing the pedal to the metal, pushing the car in front forward, after the car in front veered off, Jimmy's car was able to continue rushing forward, naturally hitting the car ahead. The construction vehicle caught up from behind, ramming into Jimmy's car just as he carved out some space to charge, firing at Jimmy's location at the same time. However, the collision also disrupted his stability, and he didn't hit his mark directly.

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