Jimmy: "Well, it looks like you're going to focus on this one from now on. Send some to New York, it can be promoted in my bar too."

Justin: "We'll see, no rush, the production isn't up much yet. What brings you here this time?"

Jimmy looked around; the previous bartender had stayed in the back storage area and no other guests had arrived, making it a good time to talk.

Jimmy: "That last batch was taken care of, right? No problems?"

Justin smiled and said, "Don't worry about me, everything's handled." He bent down to open a cabinet under the bar, took out a bank card, and handed it to Jimmy, "Happy birthday."

Jimmy took the card and put it in his pocket. "There's another batch in Albuquerque, maybe take a trip there when you have time."

Justin waved his hand: "Hold on, I can't leave recently, having some issues with manpower."

Jimmy nodded, "No worries, the warehouse there has already paid, so it won't be reclaimed anytime soon."

Justin: "What brings you over this time?"

Jimmy: "Got something, but it's not clear yet, I'll call you if needed. Cheers."

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In the evening, Jimmy left the bar; since he had more to do that night, he barely drank, just a shallow drink, and then didn't drink at all but rested in an adjacent small room.

Driving near James's apartment complex, Jimmy waited in the car for Cage's call.

When Cage called, Jimmy didn't pick up but hung up immediately, took out an unregistered phone, and called James. It only rang once before James answered.

Jimmy: "James, move to a secure location to talk."

James didn't speak but walked to the bathroom, turned on the shower and the faucet, then he spoke, "Where are you?"

Jimmy: "Near your place, if it's not convenient to talk over the phone, go to Justin's bar."

James: "Okay, let's meet there in half an hour." After saying that, he hung up.

Jimmy put away his phone and watched the community road's exit. About ten minutes later, James's car appeared. Jimmy didn't follow immediately but remained in place; soon another car also left the area, and only then did Jimmy start following this last car.

Prepared for anything, Jimmy was concerned that James might be followed, which is why he chose to continue waiting after James left. Regardless of whether this car was following James or not, Jimmy would follow it.

After trailing the car through several streets, Jimmy was sure that it was following James, so he picked up the unregistered phone and redialed James.

Jimmy: "Wait for me inside the bar, you have a tail."

Jimmy was nearing Justin's bar and slowed down, following from a distance. James's car turned and parked in the parking lot, the tailing car pulled over to the side of the road temporarily, watching as James got out and entered the bar before it continued into the parking lot.

Jimmy did the same, parking and entering the bar discreetly, without approaching James. Instead, he turned to look towards the parking lot from the doorway. The tracker waited a while before getting out of the car and walking toward the bar.

Jimmy went over to the bar next to James, "The tail is confirmed, just head back normally later." After saying that, he picked up a drink and walked to a corner to sit, watching the people coming in.

The tracker was a young Caucasian male with short brown hair, wearing a shirt and casual trousers. He approached the bar, ordered a drink, and sat at the very corner of the bar starting to look around.

A few minutes later, James left the bar, and the man following him also left. Jimmy got up, walked to the door, and looked towards the parking lot. Only after seeing their cars start did he go out and walk towards his own car.

This time, Jimmy didn't follow directly behind but instead overtook James, arriving early at his community, stopping outside, waiting for James to enter. The car following also went in, and only then did Jimmy start his car and follow.

James had returned home, and the follower entered a house diagonally opposite James's, opening the door and going inside. Jimmy sat in his car and checked; the house was empty except for the follower.

After remotely checking to confirm there was no surveillance at the entrance, Jimmy stayed in his car and waited until all the lights in the house were on before he got out, approached from the side, and circled to the back to try his luck. He successfully opened a window. It turned out that even professionals tracking James could overlook such things; the door was locked, but the window was not.

Jimmy, already wearing gloves, climbed through the window. The follower was in a bedroom on the second floor, with a telescope set up behind a window, now observing through it. From the angle, he was likely watching James's house.

Jimmy had forgotten to change out of his office suit and shoes today, and of course, he was carrying his gun. Thus, he had to slow his steps, extremely soft and slow. Despite this, there was still a bit of noise, although the other man, still focused on the telescope, did not notice.

Quietly reaching the second-floor bedroom door, Jimmy pulled out his Glock, gently twisted the doorknob, pushed lightly, and a "ding" sound occurred. Without stopping to confirm, he forcefully pushed the door open, "Don't move, hands up."

As the sound was heard, the man who had been looking through the telescope turned his head while extending his right hand towards his waist. Before he could draw his gun, Jimmy had already spoken out. At the same time, he saw the gun muzzle pointing towards him, and the man's hands froze in place, daring not to move.

Jimmy did not approach but commanded according to his own thoughts, "Stand up, drop the gun. Don't talk, no other movements."

The man's expression was ugly, but he didn't refuse Jimmy's command. As he stood up, his right hand went to his gun, pulled it out, and then let it fall to the floor.

"Turn around, hands behind your back."

Jimmy approached, took out plastic zip ties from his back waist, walked over, placed the man's hands through the loops, and pulled tight to fasten them. Jimmy had gotten used to carrying these, lighter than handcuffs and very effective, allowing him to carry multiple pairs.

After a frisk, he pulled out a switchblade and a wallet. Jimmy had him sit in a chair before he stepped back and started questioning him.

Jimmy opened the wallet, feeling familiar with it when he first took it. Looking inside confirmed his suspicion. Indeed, it was an FBI wallet, just like his. He looked at the man and asked, "Who are you? Who sent you here?"

"Roy Nelson, FBI."

Jimmy checked the credentials, pulled out his phone, and dialed the Manhattan office's duty number: "This is Jimmy, help me verify someone's information, Roy Nelson."

Jimmy reported the credential number, and the Manhattan office confirmed that the identity information was normal, but the records showed Roy Nelson was an FBI agent from the headquarters. Why was he in Little Rock?

"Nelson, why are you monitoring James? Who sent you here?"

Nelson: "Who are you?"

Jimmy: "FBI Senior Agent Jimmy Yang."

Nelson: "I only took a surveillance job, I'm not clear on the reasons. We're colleagues, let me go."

Jimmy: "Who arranged it?"

Nelson shook his head: "That's not something you should know."

Jimmy shook his head: "Are you suggesting I should ask headquarters? Are you sure your actions are legally authorized? Are you sure you can be disclosed?"

Nelson stopped talking, and Jimmy continued, "Speak up, since you're monitoring James, you should also know what my relationship with him is. You definitely wouldn't want an incident of unexpected disappearance to happen."

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