Mrs. Waltz shook her head, "Now is not the time to tell you, this is a story from decades ago. I understand what you mean, I will ask around."

Tom nodded, "Please do, teacher."

Mrs. Waltz, "Why do you care so much? I remember she wasn't from your time, was she?"

Tom, "She saved me, twice."

Mrs. Waltz, "You're still the same, understood. Sam! Where's my coffee?"

Mrs. Waltz suddenly raised her voice calling for Sam, and Sam came out of the other room, holding two cups of coffee, "Grandmother, Uncle Kodaiski." He placed the coffee on the coffee table and was about to leave.

Mrs. Waltz, "Sit down, this is your first time meeting Tommy, come chat."

After chatting with Mrs. Waltz and Sam in the living room and finishing their coffee, Tom stood up to leave and Sam escorted him to his car. "Thank you for coming to see grandmother, Uncle Kodaiski. She hasn't been this happy in a long time."

Tom, "Don't mention it, Sam. Your father and I were brothers in life and death. Take good care of your grandmother and send me a message if you need anything." Tom took out a blank business card from his pocket with a handwritten mobile number on it, "Just send a message, that's enough. Remember the number and burn it."

Sam took the card, shook hands with Tom, and watched him get into the car, waving goodbye.

Tom had already seen Jimmy's text message, but without any intelligence at the moment, he was not in a hurry to reply; having the number was enough to make contact, as the number likely belonged to an unregistered phone.

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In the Manhattan office's command center, Mahong was in charge of the command, and Philicia had already left to investigate the apartment where the five gunmen were temporarily located.

They found some traces left by the gunmen in the apartment, but there were no phones, computers, or other electronic devices, only some unmarked packaging boxes and foam boards, which were seemingly used to transport their weapons and equipment.

Nothing special was discovered here, so Philicia and her team hurried to the second location. The utility vehicle they had used was traced back to a municipal maintenance company's warehouse.

According to surveillance, a day earlier they had driven away a maintenance vehicle and some barriers and tools from the warehouse. Due to poor management, people were coming and going from the warehouse all the time, and they failed to recognize that these men dressed in maintenance worker uniforms were not employees of their company. A signature was casually taken, and the vehicle was driven away.

This time, the warehouse was surrounded by FBI agents, which completely unraveled the chaotic management system of the municipal maintenance company. The person in charge rushed over to review the surveillance and investigate the employees, but eventually, no clues were found. It seemed likely that the company would face difficult times ahead.

Mahong, watching the busy agents, remembered the name Hughes had mentioned before—Scott Coleman. He returned to his office to find the recorded name and mobile number, went back to the command center, and included this name and mobile number in the investigation sequence. Of course, it wasn't a primary focus of the investigation, but they assigned someone to look into it.

With so many people sharing the same name, Mahong thought for a moment and instructed the investigation to filter for middle-aged men with families and children; there were still several matches.

Fine, more people wouldn't hurt. It was just investigation work. He printed out the information and started to look into the unregistered mobile number. Although they couldn't determine who was using the unregistered phone, they could still trace its location, which was not a problem.

The location was still in Albany, over two hundred kilometers away—no great distance. They decided to keep the information for now and let Jimmy handle it later.

When Hughes mentioned the matter a few days ago, all of them had understood; Hughes was planning to step back completely and let Jimmy handle it.

Once the information was organized and filed, Mahong left it in his office and returned to the command center to continue overseeing the investigation.

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In Washington, D.C., atop a high-rise building, an old man was resting under a parasol when a middle-aged man came from the room, "The operation in New York failed, the Vulture Squad was wiped out."

The old man, "Our people?"

Middle-aged man, "They've successfully evacuated, already out of New York."

The old man, "What happened?"

Middle-aged man, "The Vulture Squad was ambushed on the road and killed by just one man."

The old man looked up at the parasol, "Has he become that strong?"

Middle-aged man, "It seems so, according to the results. There's no video of the event, but the initial plan went smoothly, the ambush was successful, and he only got shot once. The Vulture Squad was annihilated within minutes."

Old man, "Contact Rick, see if his men can be dispatched."

Middle-aged man, "Alright."

The middle-aged man returned to the room while the old man continued resting with his eyes closed.

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In Washington, D.C., Rick, the head of the National Research Analysis Group, was in a command center directing the hunt for two individuals.

A middle-aged man entered, "Rick, have you got a moment?"

Rick turned to look at him, furrowed his brow for a thought, then nodded. The two of them walked out of the command center. After a while, Rick returned to the command center, "Wendell, pull up the file on Stumbling Block, number 13."

Wendell operated the computer, and Jimmy's CIA file appeared. "It's clean, he hasn't carried out any missions."

Rick went over to Wendell and looked at the data on the screen, "Pull up his other records."

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