George was completely awake now, abduction was not the same as kidnapping, kidnapping an FBI agent? How could those people work so sloppily?

Jimmy continued: "You were present at the gunfight the night before last, the four people killed on the boat were my doing."

George finally spoke: "Are you threatening me?"

Jimmy: "No, just stating a fact. I just want to tell you some facts, so you can pay attention to what you really want to say when you consider answering some of my questions. Now I'll give you a little time to think."

Jimmy turned his head to look at the one-way mirror, extended his right index and middle finger to point at the glass, then drew them back and forth near his neck. Jimmy knew Lars was watching outside; it was part to ease things if Jimmy's interrogation yielded new clues and part to keep an eye on Jimmy so he wouldn't take things too far, as minor issues were negotiable, but major ones could be trouble.

Seeing Jimmy's action, Lars crossed his arms and watched Jimmy without moving, having already shut down the interrogation room surveillance once before, which could be justified as a necessary compromise at that time, but doing it again now would be hard to explain

Jimmy noticed Lars had no reaction, he raised his hand to point at the camera in the ceiling corner; of course, he knew Lars got his meaning, but Lars didn't cooperate, which somewhat surprised and frustrated him.

After waiting for over ten seconds, Jimmy put his hand down. It seemed Lars was determined not to do anything illicit anymore.

Jimmy looked again at George in front of him, "Have you thought it over?"

George: "Who are you really?"

Jimmy: "Just an ordinary FBI agent, you can call me Jimmy, or perhaps the God of War of Manhattan. You mix in New York; maybe you're a bit more familiar with that nickname."

George's face turned grim, his forehead wrinkled due to furrowing, which was quite evident on a bald head: "The rumors are true? You're the 'Butcher'?"

Jimmy: "You actually know that name, it seems there's no need for me to say much more. So, have you made up your mind?"

George didn't answer Jimmy's question but instead asked: "Is it true that you killed over a hundred people?"

Jimmy: "Over a hundred? Maybe, perhaps even more. By the way, in the cases I handle, less than 10% of people end up in prison. Now, tell me, do you want to meet the prison guard or the forensic doctor next?"

George swallowed and his mouth twitched a bit, "What do you want to know?"

Jimmy: "Your identity, what nickname do you have in the underworld?"

George: "We are the Heisen Brothers."

Jimmy: "You? How many people? Who are the members?"

George: "Me and Allen Todd, Todd is from Heisen City, Arkansas."

Jimmy: "Oh? Arkansas? Which county?"

George: "A small city in Prelie County, very tiny, less than ten square kilometers."

Jimmy: "Oh, never noticed it, but that's normal, I don't memorize every city. By the way, before joining the FBI, I was a county police officer in Plaskey County, seems like we have a connection. Alright, no more pleasantries, now tell me, which gang does the ship you collaborated with belong to?"

George thought for a moment then said: "I need a deal."

Another one of those familiar process bastards, talking with police is one downside of gangsters, once things exceed their expectations, they start causing trouble.

Jimmy: "Are you sure? Seems like you understand your fate. So, speak."

George: "We were only responsible for transportation, we don't participate in other matters. I can give you all I know, but I don't want to be prosecuted."

Jimmy: "What can you give us?"

George: "Everything, what organization kidnapped them, the freight ship's information, I believe this should be enough."

Jimmy stared into George's eyes, it was clear he was quite composed, he likely wasn't lying. He raised his hand to wave at the one-way glass, and after a few seconds, the interrogation room door opened, Lars walked in. Jimmy didn't turn around, he looked at George and said, "Agent Lars is in charge of this kidnapping case, if you want to make a deal, you can talk to her, I just want what I need."

After speaking, Jimmy stood up, turned to look at Agent Lars: "Agent Lars, you're handling this?"

Lars nodded, "No problem."

Jimmy nodded, buttoned his suit, and left the interrogation room.

This time luck was on his side, George obviously knew quite a bit, far more than ordinary people, most would only have seen some footage of Jimmy from old news, yet he knew Jimmy's body count, confirming that George was someone who paid great attention to gathering information, generally valuing their life, not daring to gamble.

Moreover, George's accomplice was from Arkansas, albeit not the same county as Jimmy, still somewhat a countryman; offering them a chance seemed reasonable, their crimes weren't heinous, merely involved in transportation, they weren't Jimmy's target.

Information arrived quickly this time, Jimmy had just sat in his office for less than an hour when Agent Lars called, he buttoned his suit, called Mark along, and headed to Lars' office.

Jimmy: "Agent Lars, is there news?"

Lars nodded: "The deal is made, George and Allen will testify as informants against them. This is the information you wanted."

Lars gave a notebook to Jimmy, apparently, Lars had immediately notified Jimmy upon obtaining the information, without getting the chance to draft a formal interrogation report.

The shadow of Quetzalcoatl, a Mexican gang, primarily engaged in smuggling, smuggling drugs, firearms, human trafficking, etc. They're not end-sellers, mainly responsible for point-to-point transportation.

Their main means of transportation is freight ships, routes primarily between several port cities on the United States East Coast to Mexico, Colombia, and Brazil. They not only smuggle goods into the United States from other countries but also transport things from the United States to other countries, and what can be transported needs prior communication with them.

The Heisen Brothers act as sub-agents for the shadow of Quetzalcoatl gang, managing the distribution of some of the goods, they don't do end-sales, merely rotate them.

This time, the organization needing help transporting people to Colombia is that organization whose main business is kidnapping, Flower Shadow, with its leaders mostly using plant and flower names; they don't know the real names, collaborating for money, so long as a suitable introducer exists, they don't mind cooperating with strangers to transport two people out of the United States.

This time, it was the Venus flytrap introduced by one of the middlemen caught by Jimmy; they had cooperated before, so the initial collaboration went smoothly. Actually, had Jimmy arrived ten minutes later, after the ship finished its warm-up and started moving, this transportation would have been completed.

Looking at this data, it was somewhat chilling for Jimmy; had they delayed at the aquatic sports center or waited for their technician to work overtime retrieving yacht info, chasing them would have been too late. Timely contact with the Coast Guard for their support was crucial, buying Jimmy and his team those vital ten minutes.

Jimmy noted down everything about Quetzalcoatl's shadow; in New York, they had two bases and a warehouse. George knew this because their previous cooperation was quite pleasant, especially for some high-end goods; selling them at yacht parties was convenient, so knowing sensitive information was normal.

Jimmy handed the notebook to Mark, looking at Agent Lars: "Lars, the follow-up on the kidnapping case..."

Lars interrupted Jimmy: "I only handle the kidnapping case, anything extending beyond that you deal with yourselves."

Jimmy nodded, stretched out his hand to shake Lars farewell: "We'll make a copy of the data, Mark will return the notebook to you later. Thank you."