The best way to discard Jimmy is to let him leave the CIA directly. Using Caitlin's network, retiring an agent is still achievable, though it might come at some cost, owing some favors. As a senior executive, Caitlin naturally has people above to take care of her. Owing some favors is not a big deal; the key is whether it's worth it.

The second option is to put it aside and not use Jimmy anymore. This time should be his last mission, but whether Jimmy can accept it is something she needs to consider. This mission still needs to be archived, making it even harder to bridge the gap between both sides.

Finally, there's the option of elimination, but this idea never took root in Caitlin's mind and vanished as quickly as it came. She is well aware of the things Jimmy has done before. Whether it was the attack in New York or activities elsewhere, they all indicated that elimination was an absolutely unacceptable option, and she currently didn't have suitable personnel to handle it.

If they were to continue utilizing Jimmy, then the current case must be handled flawlessly. Even if it cannot fully resolve their differences, it should at least mitigate them; otherwise, there's no way to talk about further cooperation, and even getting past this point would be questionable.

After work hours, Caitlin didn't go home. She was still waiting for news. It wasn't until her subordinates informed her that Jimmy's location had left the Anti-Terrorism Bureau that she felt relieved. It seemed Jimmy didn't intend to act immediately; this was more like a demonstration, a demonstration with a gun to the head.

Caitlin firmly believed that for someone like Jimmy, making a person disappear without a trace would be exceedingly easy.

Jimmy's file recorded that he had once trained at the Egypt Valley camp in Utah. It was a special training camp of Langley, hidden deep within Egypt Valley, surrounded by steep peaks and dense forests, accessible only through specific routes with a high level of secrecy.

The camp included various terrains such as mountains, forests, and lakes, making it one of the rare training grounds with a multitude of challenging tasks. Moreover, given the CIA's usual practice, there would definitely be practical assessments. Anyone who completed training there wouldn't be an ordinary person, and certainly not someone with the naive mentality of a Holy Mother who hesitates to take ruthless actions.

If he indeed felt that Caitlin had turned from a collaborator into an obstacle, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Now, Jimmy had left his stance and his threat, making it impossible to resolve easily.

After a long consideration, Caitlin finally got up and left the office.

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At night, Jimmy and Nia lay on the bed. Jimmy lit a cigarette, took a puff, and exhaled white smoke. Leaning against Jimmy, Nia asked, "Do you have something on your mind?"

Jimmy, puzzled, replied, "Huh?" and then said, "Not really, just a small problem. Oh, right, a while back, I told you about my elder, James, who's coming to New York."

Nia nodded, "I remember, what's up?"

Jimmy said with a smile, "He's going to help me talk to your parents about our engagement ceremony. It's best to let the elders arrange such matters."

Nia rested her head on Jimmy's shoulder, "Okay, let them talk. I mentioned it to my family before, and they feel the same way, hoping we can have a dialogue between both families. Back then in Little Rock, was it always James who took care of you?"

Jimmy: "Yeah, you know, I'm an orphan. Back then, at the precinct, he always looked out for me, otherwise, I would've been fired long ago."

Nia: "Why would you be fired?"

Jimmy: "Uh, I was too ruthless, but that's all in the past; let's not talk about it. Anyway, James is like an uncle to me. It's perfect to have him help with the arrangements, and I trust he can handle it well."

Nia nodded. Jimmy took a strand of Nia's hair and played with it in his hand, "By the way, I was thinking, should we buy another house..." Nia looked up at Jimmy, who didn't see her, and he continued, "Do you think it's better to buy one near your home for convenience? Or maybe we should get a separate house in Jersey City with a nice garden and more space?"

Nia: "Don't think too much about it; let's talk about it later. For now, this place is enough."

Jimmy nodded. Actually, he mainly felt this apartment was inconvenient. One reason was that there was no way to set up a basement or secret doors in the walls, and another was that the space wasn't enough, nor was it secure. Now his guns were kept in a safe when ideally there should be a weapons rack at home.

The best scenario would be to buy a small farm or ranch, allowing him to make a small armory at home and have fun with various guns. Currently, his work and life situation meant he absolutely had no chance to enjoy himself; even going to the shooting range was just for a few perfunctory shots.

However, these are not decisions he can make now. Frankly, Jimmy still isn't stable enough; if he had a stable nine-to-five job with weekends free, he would have enough time to look around and find suitable places. Unfortunately, given his current multiple identities, such opportunities were rare.

The next day, Jimmy woke up early to take Nia to the detective bureau and then returned to the office. But he didn't go to his small office; instead, he headed over to Mrs. Eleanor Mason's side first.

The one with the most questions about this transfer was Mrs. Mason. Hughes was notified by Caitlin, and although Hughes knew about Jimmy's situation and was somewhat angry, he realized it wasn't the time to dwell on it, so he arranged Jimmy over. However, as Jimmy's immediate superior, Mrs. Mason wasn't aware of anything when he was transferred around the field department, so naturally she was not in a good mood.

Jimmy knocked on the door and went inside, closing the door behind him.

Jimmy: "Mrs. Mason, I'm back."

Eleanor: "Oh, Jimmy, you made headlines again yesterday. The street shootout scenes were on the news. Can you tell me now?"

Jimmy: "Yes, yesterday was a special operation. DHS needed our assistance with an espionage case. I've cooperated with DHS several times before, and they specifically requested me, so Hughes called me in.

Sorry, the case wasn't resolved when the call came, so I couldn't inform you at that time."

Eleanor nodded, "I understand, the fewer people who know about such cases, the better. It's understandable. Now that you're back, get ready. The shootout yesterday has already made TV stations contact us, but for now, it won't be disclosed. But once DHS finishes their part, there will surely be a press conference, or at least a brief announcement."

Jimmy: "Do I need to participate in such a press conference? I'm the one involved; usually, the spokesperson just handles it, right?"

Eleanor responded, "Oh, you're part of the public affairs office, of course, you'll participate. But since you lack experience, just observe for now and get familiar with our style."

Jimmy: "Okay, I'll head back to the office then."

Eleanor nodded and continued reviewing her documents as Jimmy rose to leave. Eleanor looked up at the departing Jimmy, then turned on the monitor displaying a paused video — a recorded clip from the previous day's shootout involving Jimmy.

This was recorded from a sixth-floor window using a camcorder; given the camera quality wasn't as good as modern ones, the clarity wasn't great, yet it still captured a fair-skinned man in a suit shooting down three individuals.

Eleanor wasn't the one who identified Jimmy, but others in the department did. Once they realized he was one of them, they temporarily blocked the information from being released to the media. The footage used by the TV station was the same, but unless very familiar, it's hard to recognize who was shooting, so the news merely mentioned a federal agent.

Previously, Eleanor only knew Jimmy was formidable, the God of War of Manhattan, with unbeatable records. Actually watching this video brought to realization just how strong Jimmy was. Crouching, taking aim, shooting, changing positions, and firing again, all in one fluid motion took down three people across, demonstrating skills far beyond ordinary agents.

This video also corroborated Jimmy's account, as the individuals clashing with the suspects were suit-clad agents, which seemed very much in the style of federal agents.

This wasn't led by the FBI, so they didn't need to do anything except wait for updates from other departments. They also had sufficient reasons to deflect inquiries from TV stations, newspapers, or media in general.