Burke whispered, "Camilo, Scott has left."

Jimmy: "Where did he go? What is he doing?"

Camilo: "Someone spotted his rival's trail, he said it's safe for now and wanted to head back."

Spotted a trail? Jimmy had driven straight here early in the morning after causing a stir, without turning around in the vicinity at all. How did they find it?

Damn, the hotel. The front desk and the waitstaff had seen him too, it's normal for them to be questioned, the key issue was Jimmy's initial consideration which was lacking—he should have stayed in a hotel further away.

Jimmy: "Turn over, hands behind your back."

Camilo turned over, hands behind his back, and Jimmy took out a zip tie, secured his hands with a tug, then followed up with a punch that knocked him out, only then carefully leaving the room.

Just as he had considered before, these people were bodyguards; there was no need for Jimmy to be an assassin.

Jimmy glanced at the two people on the sofa in the distance, then quietly returned the way he had come and left the factory.

This was bad luck for him, directly exposing himself. Regardless of whether he kidnapped someone or not, as long as he didn't kill anyone, others would definitely know he had been here in the middle of the night.

Jimmy immediately turned the car around upon getting back to it and drove back to the hotel. There should still be enough time now; if Scott decided to take the offensive, they must have discovered Jimmy's trail during the day today. They would have had enough time to decide what to do.

If they left at night, it was very likely that they planned a midnight raid on Jimmy at the hotel, because the record of Jimmy booking a room was clear. Anyone with local influence could easily obtain that information.

It was just past midnight now; if they were planning a midnight raid, they would probably choose a time after 2 am. That should give Jimmy enough time to arrange a surprise for them upon his return.

Back at the hotel, Jimmy parked his car, changed into a suit in the vehicle, and re-entered the hotel in the attire he wore when he had left that morning. The receptionist had changed; it wasn't the one he knew, probably the night shift. Jimmy didn't greet her and went straight to his room.

Jimmy took all the clothes and other items out of the suitcase, stuffed them all under the thin blanket along with the suitcase and other belongings. For the head, he simply covered the trash bin lid and placed it on the pillow. After turning off the light, he took a look—it didn't resemble him much, but it should be enough.

Jimmy sat on the armchair, awaiting the possible attack.

Scott didn't disappoint Jimmy; he could already see four cars parked by the curb on the street. This time it looked serious, four cars, sixteen people including drivers; wasn't this a bit much? This hotel was in downtown Albuquerque, not near government offices, but it was still the city center. Causing a major incident there, who could withstand the aftermath?

Jimmy watched the four cars parked at the curb below, which stayed still as if waiting for something.

"Ding-ling-ling," the hotel room phone rang. Jimmy glanced downstairs and walked over to pick up the receiver.

"I heard you were looking for me?"

Jimmy: "Scott Coleman?"

Scott: "Come downstairs, let's go somewhere else to chat." He hung up after speaking.

Jimmy frowned; this wasn't the right scenario. Shouldn't they just rush in and fight? He turned and used his special sight—Heart Eye—to look downstairs. Three of the cars had started to move away, but one remained parked below.

Jimmy moved to the window and looked out. Those three cars hadn't gone far—one ahead, two behind, stopping after driving a distance, but they had already moved beyond the range of Jimmy's Heart Eye.

It looked like they wanted to lure Jimmy down, like a "trap."

Jimmy thought for a moment. Starting a fight directly in the city center wasn't ideal indeed, and he guessed Scott also wanted to draw him out. He probably knew about Jimmy taking out his men in New York; arranging so many people to wait for him was really giving Jimmy too much credit.

Jimmy didn't go downstairs; he just kept watch from above. After a few minutes, the phone rang again.

Scott: "I'm downstairs. If you want to meet me, come with me, we'll leave town."

Jimmy: "Give me the location, I'll be there to meet you."

Scott: "The Sandia Wastewater Treatment Plant, I think you can find it. I'll wait an hour for you."

Jimmy: "OK."

The cars downstairs started up, and three cars left, with one remaining stationary.

Jimmy actually knew where the Sandia Wastewater Treatment Plant was; he had noticed a large plant on the outskirts while looking at the map earlier. Now he just needed to review the map and confirm the route.

After preparing himself, checking his magazines and spare bullets, eating two pieces of chocolate, and using the bathroom again, Jimmy finally left the room.

Arriving at the parking lot, he drove away from the hotel, heading south. The vehicle behind saw another car exit the parking lot and followed. There weren't many cars on the road at night, and Jimmy could see the position of the car behind—it wasn't too close but kept a consistent follow without being shaken off.

Approaching the Sandia Wastewater Treatment Plant, Jimmy saw the car following accelerate to pass him, flashed its headlights from behind, then continued to speed up in front of him, leading the way. It circled the treatment plant to proceed further, eventually arriving at a construction site still under development.

Jimmy stopped the car outside the construction site, and the leading vehicle drove straight into the site. There were some lights around the site providing illumination—it wasn't very dark, but it was not brightly lit either.

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