"The target should be Kennedy Airport, start according to the plan."

Caitlin's voice came through the earpiece, clearly not speaking to Jimmy, as he had just entered Brooklyn and was still far from Kennedy Airport in Queens.

The Anti-Terrorism Bureau must have set up many relay stations in New York. Jimmy had already left Manhattan, yet his walkie-talkie could still receive signals. Typically, such handheld walkie-talkies have a range of about 3 kilometers, and police ones usually don't exceed 5 kilometers. Only by establishing relay stations in various locations can full signal coverage be ensured. Of course, high-power base stations can also achieve this.

It seems they are about to take action. Jimmy accelerated towards the destination immediately, but since it was the afternoon, and though not rush hour, traffic was still busy. No matter how much he wanted to speed up, there wasn't much he could do.

"The target has arrived at Highland Park."

"Move in."

Finally, before Jimmy arrived at the scene, the command center issued the order to move in. Jimmy also confirmed their location. After three years with the FBI, Jimmy was already very familiar with various areas of New York. Highland Park was a well-known area, so it was easy for Jimmy to determine their location and the distance to his location. If quick, he could reach the destination in ten minutes.

While listening to the information coming through the earpiece, Jimmy rapidly approached their location. Just two streets away from the predetermined spot, he already saw chaotic traffic conditions, with several cars stopped due to sideswipes. Jimmy made his way past slowly and saw another car accident ahead; the Anti-Terrorism Bureau's interception should have started from there.

Jimmy struggled past this accident area and soon heard gunshots and police sirens. The police had already appeared ahead, but it wasn't surprising. Given the NYPD's patrol car density, ten minutes, even if they were slacking, was enough for them to arrive at the scene.

Jimmy got out of the car, hung the FBI badge around his neck, and directly drew his Glock as he rushed forward.

"FBI, don't shoot." Jimmy yelled loud enough when he was still a distance away from the NYPD, and then he approached.

"FBI Special Agent Jimmy Yang, what's going on here?" Jimmy asked the officer.

Officer: "We received a report of a shooting here, but we're not sure yet."

Jimmy: "Take cover, I'll go take a look." With that, Jimmy bent down and moved around from the side.

"Jimmy, move in, our people failed, the target is behind the car in the middle."

The NYPD personnel were all on the outskirts, unable to get close to the central shootout area. They were all taking cover behind the police cars, only occasionally poking out to shout or fire a shot. They were waiting for backup, but it wasn't coming fast.

Looking at the scene in the middle, Jimmy couldn't help but feel it was really brutal. An engineering pickup and four sedans, intertwined in a collision, were parked in the middle of the road, occupying all lanes.

Behind the parked vehicles on the roadside, several people were already down, their status uncertain. In the clustered spot in the middle of the road, three people could be seen firing back, while one hid behind a car, seemingly unwilling to engage, with three people lying motionless on the ground, likely already dead.

Jimmy bent down and ran along the parked cars on the roadside. He first shouted, "FBI, drop your weapons." When the other side did not cease fire, he aimed at the people in the middle of the road and fired.

Since Jimmy was at the side, his angle was acceptable. The situation was already escalating, so shooting to kill might cause issues. Hence, Jimmy primarily aimed at the chest area when firing.

In such a situation, achieving a fatal result without being accused of excessive force is relatively straightforward—it's just a matter of where on the chest the bullet hits.