Since there was still plenty of time, Jimmy didn't plan to leave immediately. Instead, he spent the day resting at home and drove back his car from the parking lot at Teterboro Airport, taking some time to familiarize himself with the roads in Portland and Boston as much as he could for convenience later on.

Jimmy took out the identity documents Tom had prepared for him from the safe, looked at the handgun, and eventually chose Tom's P226 since it had a silencer and was more suitable for use.

Carrying some cash, Jimmy left a message for Nia and then left the apartment.

The identity documents Tom gave to Jimmy were real. He had already verified this shortly after obtaining the warehouse information, so using this identity was no burden for him at all.

However, since he was carrying a handgun and silencer this time, Jimmy decided to use his usual method and bought an old car to drive to Portland. Portland is about 500 kilometers from New York, just a few hours' drive, which was no pressure for someone like Jimmy.

With some time to spare, Jimmy drove around the city center of Portland, found a seafood restaurant for lunch, checked into a hotel near the beach in the afternoon, and then headed to the beach to pass the time.

The next day, at the appointed time, Jimmy drove to a café outside Southern Maine University, ordered coffee, and sat at a corner table, opening the newspaper he bought on the road and waited for the contact person.

After a while, a man with glasses, casually dressed, came over. His hair was a mix of gray and white, suggesting he was not young, and he looked very refined, like a university professor.

He sat across from Jimmy, placed his shoulder bag by his chair, and asked, "Echo."

Jimmy folded the newspaper and placed it on the table, nodding, "Vespera."

Echo nodded. He picked up the bag, took out a letter and a key for Jimmy, "It's all here. We'll be waiting outside. Call the number on top when you're done."

Jimmy: "Support?"

Echo: "All inside."

Jimmy nodded, "Anything else to say?"

Echo shook his head, picked up his bag, "Good luck." And then left the café.

Jimmy glanced at the waitress; they hadn't come over at all. The café was empty except for him. He put the letter and key together into his pocket, finished his coffee in one shot, and left the café.

Standing outside the café, Jimmy looked around; although he had observed earlier, he didn't find anything unusual about the café, and there was only one surveillance camera, which couldn't see the corner position inside.

When Echo arrived earlier, it seemed to others like Jimmy was reading the newspaper the whole time, but he was actually observing the café's entrance and the people inside.

This café was not normal. When Echo arrived, he didn't pause at all, turned to head for the corner table as soon as he opened the door, and the waitress didn't greet him nor came over to ask if he wanted a drink after he sat down.

The meeting spot Caitlin provided, either it was controlled by internal CIA or was a contact point of her controlled team.

Jimmy lit a cigarette at the entrance, observing for just a few seconds, and after seeing nothing too suspicious, he walked to his car and drove away.

Driving to a roadside park, Jimmy sat on a bench and opened the intelligence given by Echo.

Tonight at 10 o'clock, the location is a Danford dock near East Deer. The key is to a safe house, where all the support supplies he needed are stored.

Jimmy put the intel back in his pocket, checked the time, there was still enough, then drove to East Deer, took some turns to confirm locations, and visited a real estate agency to discuss the East Deer area with a realtor under the guise of buying a house.

Most of the houses in East Deer are standalone villas. Because it's in the suburbs, near coastal areas, and also has good public schools and parks, it attracts many affluent families to purchase residences here.

Although the police force here isn't as abundant as in wealthy areas like Falmouth, Cape Elizabeth, and Scarborough, it is still better than many other places. If conducting operations here, one must keep it quiet, as these wealthy middle-class individuals have much higher safety expectations than many urban areas.

Why do these smugglers choose such a place? In theory, the more police forces, the better the security, and the more likely smuggling or other criminal activities would be exposed.

Besides conducting actions discreetly, the vehicles used before and after the operations need to be properly handled as well. After being accompanied by the realtor to see two beachfront standalone villas, Jimmy left and returned to the safe house prepared by Echo in the city.

They were well-prepared; in a box in the bedroom, Jimmy found all the equipment: a monocular, a P226 and silencer, two spare magazines, bullets fully loaded. A soft bullet-proof vest and a head-mounted monocular night vision device.

Jimmy frowned at these items, wondering how they determined his mode of operation? The prepared items were almost identical to what he asked from Tony back in New Mexico, but Tony, due to an ambush he laid, was already taken down, and others theoretically shouldn't have known.

Is a silenced pistol a must-have for agents?

They only prepared three magazines, suggesting there's probably not many enemies this time, and it also reflected their trust in his skills, assuming he didn't need more items, not even a spare handset was prepared.

Jimmy closed the box, checked to ensure he didn't leave any traces in the safe house, and left with the box. He didn't plan to stay too long at this safe house; although he hadn't found any surveillance, it couldn't be ruled out that someone might be observing from a distance, and the longer he stayed, the more likely something was to happen.

Collaborations with the CIA always bring unexpected situations. Although the mission hadn't started, theoretically, they shouldn't be targeting him yet, but being cautious never hurts.

Jimmy drove away, bought a screwdriver and pliers at a hardware store to keep in the car, then found an unmonitored place to park and rest, preparing for the night's activities.

After dinner, Jimmy drove to a corner near the dock, parked in a secluded, deserted spot, removed the license plates, and observed the coast from a distance.

As it approached the documented 10 o'clock, a truck drove over and stopped near the dock. Jimmy checked his watch; the truck driver had already gotten out and was heading toward the dock.

Soon, there were flashes from the sea, followed by two boats approaching. Jimmy quickly put on his bullet-proof vest, wore the hat and mask he had bought temporarily, and then got out of the car and sneaked towards the dock.

This operation wasn't an FBI mission, so Jimmy didn't have to go through a lot of formalities. Taking advantage of the time when the driver headed for the dock and the boats docked, he made his way to the last concealed position on the dock; going any further there would be no cover.

He took out his handgun, screwed on the silencer, and watching as they started moving boxes, Jimmy took two deep breaths and rushed out.

Jimmy aimed for the truck, and before those on the boat could react, he was already by the truck's side, firing at those on the dock.

This distance was well within Heart Eye's range and the handgun's range. Jimmy, who had stopped running, firing at the five box-carrying men on the dock, was much like target practice. However, the distance was slightly far, and the bullets noticeably dropped; Jimmy aimed at their heads, but not all hit.

Uncertain what was inside the boxes, a few bullets hit the boxes but were blocked and didn't penetrate, and not all five of them lost combat ability. After emptying a magazine, only two fell without movement, the remaining three all crouched or laid down, hiding behind the boxes already moved onto the dock.