Hank was dressed in a quick-dry T-shirt and sports shorts, looking like he was running at night.

Jimmy: "Hey, Hank. Out for a run?"

Hank stopped in front of Jimmy, hands on his thighs as he caught his breath before straightening up, "Hey, Jimmy, what are you doing here?"

Jimmy: "Just wandering around, saw a boxing club and decided to check it out. Do you live nearby?"

Hank: "Yeah, do you live around here? There don't seem to be any hotels. The villas in the eastern Albuquerque Sandia Mountain Region are a rich area, and Jimmy, not being a local, specifically coming to this boxing club doesn't look normal."

Jimmy: "No, Lower District, downtown area. I'm here on business, of course, the closer the better. Steven said this club is quite good, so I came to check it out. Boxing clubs aren't as plentiful in New York as they are here."

Hank: "Of course, our clubs here are very abundant and great, having produced several world champions. Especially this one's owner, Kyle Anderson, he was a former world champion, though he rarely makes appearances now. Next time you're here, I can introduce you to his trainer, a coach who has trained world champions."

Jimmy: "That would be great, thanks, Hank. I'm heading back now, you keep up your exercise. Goodbye."

Jimmy had a brief chat with Hank, walked to his car parked on the roadside, started it, and left the villa area. Hank watched Jimmy leave, thought for a while and then continued running.

This Jimmy was definitely not simple; tomorrow he would have a good talk with Steven to see if he was targeting him.

No wonder Hank thought this way, as there were not many residents in the villa area, and having just met for dinner the previous day, encountering Jimmy near his home today would make anyone suspicious, especially since Hank and his colleagues were high-risk DEA agents.

Jimmy successfully returned to his hotel, finally having time to sort out Scott's belongings. Opening the bag, he poured all of Scott's things onto the bed and began inspecting this pile of "garbage," which to Jimmy was just rubbish.

A Mexican passport, a CURP card, and a driver's license issued by Mexico City, all with Scott's photo and aliases. From the looks of it, he was very well-prepared; these items appeared finely made, even possibly genuine fake documents.

A Standard Chartered Bank card, a key with the number 426, seemingly a safe deposit box key, though without any other markings. These two items were somewhat useful, Jimmy placed them on the documents.

A Wilson combat 1911 handgun, a spare magazine totaling 16 bullets—definitely sufficient for self-defense. Being here as a spare weapon, this gun had to be clean; Scott wasn't short on money and surely wouldn't choose a used gun, perfect for Jimmy's use, though he was more accustomed to using a Glock.

A contact lens case containing a pair of gray contact lenses, likely meant for disguise, he threw directly into the trash bin.

A Bulgari watch, he decided to keep it, Jimmy could only recognize the brand, unable to ascertain its value, but it surely wasn't cheap.

The rest was useless garbage; Jimmy checked to ensure there were no special markings, then threw everything into the trash bin.

Unfortunately, there was no cellphone or other electronic devices, seemingly no way to find his other belongings.

Gathering the useful items and paper money into his own box, Jimmy rested easy.

The next morning he received a call from Steven.

Steven: "Jimmy, Tim showed up, he just returned, brought two men into the house, the homeowner's registered name isn't his. Our surveillance team is watching, I'm heading there now."

Jimmy: "I'll be right there."

Receiving the good news, Jimmy immediately changed his clothes, grabbed his gun, and left.

Arriving in Upper City, Jimmy had already detailed the routes around the CIA-provided address Tony gave, so even now, without looking at a map, he easily found his way there.

Jimmy parked his car by the roadside at the intersection, not approaching further. Despite being inside the car, the same old problem persisted, a Chinese was too conspicuous, he waited for a call from Steven.

After a while, two cars parked behind Jimmy's car. Hank and Steven got out of their respective cars and walked over to Jimmy's vehicle; Jimmy also stepped out.

Steven: "Your intel was correct, Tim is definitely in that house, he seems to have gone out these past couple of days, just came back this morning."

Jimmy: "Did your guys get a frontal shot? Matches the photo?"

Steven: "It's confirmed, that van is our people's."

Jimmy looked over, "Wait here for a moment, I'll go have a look."

Jimmy walked forward, pulling out a cigarette pack and lighter as he went. Hank watched Jimmy and Steven's conversation and departure, then slapped Steven on the shoulder: "Buddy, tell me, what are you guys up to?"

Steven: "Tim is Jimmy's target, just came to ask for some help investigating, he's too conspicuous."

Hank: "Did you verify his identity?"

Steven: "No need, he is a relative of an old friend of mine, I trust him."

Hank frowned slightly, it seemed his long-time partner had some secrets he wasn't aware of.

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