Jimmy walked down the sidewalk once and then returned, Hank and Steven couldn't tell at all what Jimmy was scouting for; it seemed he almost never turned his head to look at that building. Is the FBI's reconnaissance really so inferior to the DEA's? What could he have seen?

Jimmy: "Steven, thanks. Your guys can pull out; I've got it from here."

Hank was startled. What did he mean? Not wanting their involvement, what was the FBI up to? He exclaimed, "WTF! What are you trying to do? This is downtown."

Jimmy smiled and told them, "Don't worry, I can handle it. I won't forget about you guys. I'll take care of things afterwards; no need to tie up your manpower."

Steven reached out and grabbed Hank, "Okay, then I'll tell them to head back. Be careful."

After speaking, he pulled Hank toward their car. After a couple of steps, he let go of Hank. Hank was a decent guy, but anyone who could be connected with Tom had to be ruthless, there was no need to get Hank involved.

Hank: "Fill me in later." He got into his car, turned it around, and left.

After Steven got in the car, he made a call. The door on the cargo truck in front of them opened, someone jumped down, entered the driver's seat, and drove away. Steven waited until the surveillance van was on the move before he started the car and turned around, leaving the street.

Jimmy drove forward for a bit until he reached the spot where the surveillance truck had been parked, which was only a dozen meters away from the house Tim had entered—completely within the range of Heart Eye, enabling him to monitor the situation inside.

There were a total of three people in the house, two in the living room—one sitting and one lying on the couch—and another person in the bedroom, seemingly organizing something with a suitcase on the bed, which looked like they were packing.

Jimmy just watched them pack. It was daytime, and this was the downtown area, where causing too much commotion wasn't good. Judging by their actions, they seemed to be preparing to leave, so there was no need to burst in forcefully. He'd handle it once they got outside.

After a while, another sedan arrived. There were two people inside, who stopped in front of Tim's house but didn't get out.

Jimmy watched them, they didn't seem like police or agents from other organizations; nine times out of ten, they were Tim's subordinates.

It seemed like the packing inside was finished. The person in the bedroom pulled the suitcase out, signaled to the two on the couch to get up, and they prepared to leave the house.

The one dragging the suitcase was Tim; Jimmy had seen his photo too many times to be mistaken. The three got into a sedan parked at the garage door, reversed onto the street, and drove away. The other car that had recently arrived followed suit.

Jimmy started his car and followed them southward.

After only two intersections, Tim's car ahead suddenly started accelerating, and the car following them did the same. Jimmy frowned—had they noticed him? In such a situation, he had no choice but to speed up and pursue.

After circling two more city blocks, Jimmy was certain they had indeed spotted him. What was supposed to be a straight southern route now turned into taking diversions through the city. Fortunately, they were still in the residential area of Upper City, and there weren't many cars on the road during the daytime, so it didn't heavily affect their speed.

Tim was now very angry. He had come to meet Scott at the appointed time, and since the incident in New York, Scott had come to Albuquerque.

The people sent to New York this time were his trusted aides; losing eight of them at once was a substantial blow to him. But their business heavily depended on those above them, otherwise, many areas would be impossible for them to penetrate.

Only by getting into the end sales stage could they maximize their profit. If they continued to distribute to other gangs as before, their profit would be very little, making it impossible to quickly expand their influence. After all, being active at the border, in such a place, without sufficient power, one simply could not survive for long; other gangs would quickly absorb and eradicate them.

Upon their return to Albuquerque this time, their first stop was supposed to be Scott's safe house, but the people they left there delivered some very severe intelligence.

A young Chinese-American FBI agent had shown up. Scott had already arrived at the safe house, but their subordinates spotted the FBI agent's location. Scott took more than a dozen men hoping to eliminate him, but then there was no news from Scott ever again.

The young Chinese-American, FBI agent, Scott's disappearance—Tim linked these clues together and they led him to some very unpleasant deductions. These past few days, he had been arranging for people to search for Scott and his subordinates, but there wasn't a single lead to be found. How could a lone FBI agent possibly achieve this?

He had also contacted his own insider, and could confirm that at least the local police had not received any reports.

Tim certainly felt a sense of crisis. He hurriedly took the time when people were searching to clear out every haunt that Scott knew about, and he also moved the warehouse they had been using all along. Only then did he return to this temporary residence to pack up his things, preparing to leave for a while.

Scott may have been the one giving orders, but the people sent to New York were all his. As long as they weren't dead, someone was sure to leak information, or else how could the FBI have traced them to Albuquerque.

Although Scott's guessing process was somewhat flawed, the result was not. Therefore, he had to run, he could only run. What he hadn't anticipated was that as he finished packing to escape, he was actually being tracked.

Through a phone call to the two subordinates in the car behind him, they confirmed that the car following them was driven by a Chinese man in a suit—there was no escaping it, it had to be that FBI agent from New York.

So they drove around the city a few times, but they still couldn't shake off Jimmy. Tim contacted the car behind him; at an intersection, they split up, confirming that the car was following him, Tim finally made a decision.

Tim, "Drive around a couple more times, then head out of the city and set up an ambush for him."

The driver kept driving while the subordinate in the passenger seat pulled out his phone to make calls. Now that everything was out in the open, Jimmy was not lagging too far behind, directly following Tim's car to ensure he did not lose track.

Soon, they left the city, passed the airport, and turned around on the desert highway, entering the Gobi terrain.

Jimmy watched Tim's car moving ahead on a small path, wondering where he intended to go. Knowing someone was pursuing him and still heading directly into the Gobi terrain—it was clear that he had decided to strike. Yet, they were only three people; the other car hadn't appeared yet, their courage was commendable.

Driving across the desert and Gobi terrain was definitely not a good idea. Both cars were sedans, not off-road vehicles, bouncing severely. Occasionally they would take a small road and speed up a bit, but they never managed to catch up.

Following the small road, they arrived at a cluster of small hills, comprised of several very small peaks, each about ten meters high. The small road ran between the peaks, and there was a natural-looking trench several meters wide by the side of the road, with large and small stones at the bottom.

Jimmy suddenly had a bad feeling. The terrain here was too well-suited for an ambush. He activated Heart Eye to carefully observe the surrounding peaks and, at a turning point in a clearing ahead, Tim's car suddenly swerved, braked, and stopped sideways behind a large rock.

Jimmy followed, braking in time. Within the range of Heart Eye, he spotted several people hiding in the shadows. The three men from Tim's car had also disembarked and were crouching behind the rock.

Jimmy angled his car and got out, seeking shelter by the front of the car looking over.

Seeing that Jimmy had not entered the ambush zone, the others wasted no words. They swiftly emerged from hiding and started shooting at Jimmy's car. Confident there was only Jimmy alone, the ambushers fully emerged, using the stones on the hills to shield themselves as they slowly encircled.

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