Jimmy picked up a fork, speared a small piece of steak, and put it in his mouth, chewing a few times before swallowing, "My file."

Caitlin stopped her knife and fork over the plate, the smile that had just appeared on her face disappeared, "What do you mean?"

Jimmy: "The file you copied from Langley, I need that file." After speaking, Jimmy took a sip from his wine glass and looked at Caitlin.

Caitlin frowned and looked at Jimmy, waited a few seconds, and asked: "Reason?"

Jimmy: "I can't say the reason now, but I need the file you have."

Caitlin put down her knife and fork, picked up a napkin to wipe her mouth, and then put the napkin down, looking at Jimmy: "Will a copy suffice?"

Jimmy: "No copying, no backups, I need the entire file you have."

Caitlin also picked up her wine glass, took a sip of red wine, and just looked at Jimmy, her mind racing to figure out what Jimmy planned to do.

After thinking for a long time, Caitlin said: "You have to give me a reason."

Jimmy: "I'll tell you afterwards, but not now. You know me, if I promise something, I'll keep my word."

Caitlin nodded, "I can give it to you, give me some time."

Jimmy: "It should be soon, if things go smoothly."

Caitlin: "Alright." She picked up her knife and fork again, and continued with her dinner.

The last dessert, tiramisu, ended the dinner, and Jimmy and Caitlin left the restaurant. Jimmy drove behind Caitlin to the Anti-Terrorism Bureau; Caitlin led Jimmy through security back to her office, she just hid the password of her safe, and then took out a file folder and handed it to Jimmy.

Jimmy opened it and quickly glanced at it; it was indeed the copy he saw in Caitlin's office earlier, "There aren't others, are there?"

Caitlin directly raised her hand and pointed outside the office, indicating him to get out quickly. Jimmy nodded, thanked her, put the file into the bag, and left the Anti-Terrorism Bureau to go home.

He went to his study and placed the original file and Caitlin's copy together, carefully checked them to ensure they matched, and finally relaxed.

Indeed, stealing data was unreliable; direct communication was safer than infiltrating the Anti-Terrorism Bureau, wasn't it?

Jimmy picked up his phone and called Watson, "Watson, good news, I got it."

Watson: "Confirmed? Anything missing?"

Jimmy: "Confirmed they're the same, there shouldn't be anything else."

Watson: "OK, then no problem, destroy it. Congratulations, live well, kid."

Jimmy: "Thanks, and thank them for me too."

Jimmy hung up the phone, put the two files into a bag, got up and left the apartment, drove to the Hudson River. In Manhattan for a long time, he was familiar with it here, and quickly found a secluded corner without surveillance. The shore here was covered by plants, this side of the river also had cover, as long as he squatted down, other places couldn't clearly see what he was doing.

He took out the files, pulled out a lighter, ignited them one by one, stacked them in the corner, and watched as they burned away. This was another identity of Jimmy, with the flames flickering, disappearing little by little from this world; from now on, there was no more CIA agent Jimmy Yang.

After the flames completely disappeared, he took a branch to stir the ashes, ensuring no parts were left unburned. He exhaled a long breath, took out a bottle of mineral water he prepared beforehand from the bag, poured it over the ashes, then put on gloves, gathered the ashes into a ball, and threw them into the Hudson River.

He took off the gloves and threw them into the river, Jimmy left with the bag; his future identity would only be one, FBI Senior Agent Jimmy Yang.

Jimmy drove to Hughes's house, looking through the wall at the two people inside, they were in the living room. He got out of the car and stood outside the house, called Hughes, "Hughes, I'm outside your house."

Jimmy saw the person inside pick up the phone, Hughes's voice came through: "Now? I'm coming out."

Jimmy watched the person inside the house with the phone get up, open the door and look out, seeing Jimmy, Hughes came to his side, "What's the matter?"

Jimmy said softly: "I got it done."

Hughes looked at Jimmy, his brow furrowed. Jimmy took out a cigarette and lighter, handed Hughes one; Hughes waved his hand not to take it, Jimmy himself picked up one, lit it, flicked the lighter into his pocket.

Hughes understood what Jimmy meant by "done," but still needed to confirm: "Confirmed?"

Jimmy nodded: "Confirmed, it's been handled cleanly."

Hughes: "Will there be any repercussions?"

Jimmy smiled slightly: "There shouldn't be, it's handled very cleanly this time."

Hughes's face showed a smile, he turned and patted Jimmy on the arm, "I know, take a good rest over there."

After saying that, he was about to turn back into the house, but Jimmy stopped him: "James has arrived in New York; he will talk to Nia's family about our engagement ceremony. Do you want to meet him?"

Hughes turned his head to look at Jimmy, Jimmy also looked at him, Hughes smiled and said: "I'll wait for your invitation." After saying that he continued to walk back to the house, Jimmy stood in place until he finished smoking and stubbed out the cigarette, then got in the car and returned to his apartment.

Finally taking care of everything, Jimmy finally relaxed; he parked the car in the parking lot, walked to the bar.

Arriving at the bar, not seeing Woody, Jimmy was a bit surprised, he called over the bartender, "Jack, Woody didn't come today?"

Bartender Jack: "Boss, Woody was unwell yesterday, has been resting at home for two days."

Jimmy: "What illness? Is he better now?"

Jack: "I only called him once yesterday, haven't asked today."

Jimmy: "Okay, got it. Give me a drink; I'm going to find Isaac."

Jack nodded and poured Jimmy a glass of Glenlivet Whisky, Jimmy took a sip while walking to the back office.

Manager Diego Isaac was also in the office, though he was sitting on the couch, opposite was a middle-aged lady, the two were chatting.

Jimmy knocked twice on the door, confirmed the people inside heard it, he then turned the handle and opened the door, "Isaac."

Isaac stood up, respectfully called out "Boss, you've come. This is Mrs. McDonough."

Mrs. McDonough also stood up, Jimmy walked over and shook hands with her: "Hello, Mrs. McDonough. Isaac, you continue chatting, I'll look around outside."

Isaac: "Hold on, Boss, Mrs. McDonough is here hoping to rent our bar for a few days, to host two events."

Jimmy nodded, patted Isaac on the arm: "You decide, Isaac, you're the manager. That's it."

Isaac: "Okay, Boss."

Isaac escorted Jimmy out, then went back to continue chatting. Jimmy previously thought the person inside was just his friend, so directly entered the office; since it's business he's talking about, there's no need for him to be present.

He wasn't often at the bar; Isaac handled it all; if he was on-site, many things wouldn't be able to be directly decided by Isaac, Isaac would need to consult him, interfering with his business.

Jimmy, although never having done business himself, still understood the intricacies here, so he honestly acted as a non-working boss.

He called Woody's phone; Woody answered quickly, his body had no major issues, he was mainly inadvertently infected with influenza, felt a bit drowsy, and had a slight fever; he's been resting more at home.

Jimmy consoled Woody, then returned to the hall to relax and rest. With the identity problem solved, Jimmy was much more relaxed, Hughes's previous words and expressions also conveyed he had let go of the issues caused by Jimmy's double life, so returning to the field department later shouldn't pose any problems, the key being that even if Hughes left during this time, he likely wouldn't disclose Jimmy's identity issues to his successor.

After a good relaxing drink at the bar, Jimmy returned to his apartment, finally able to sleep peacefully.

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