Intelligence investigation takes time, and Jimmy didn't expect Mr. Jude to hand over a complete file in just a day or two. That would be too idealistic, and if they truly could provide such comprehensive information so quickly, he might as well consider eliminating them altogether.

A gang that the intelligence agencies have no data on—yet you keep full records, provide them at any time, and even supply FBI agent information. What are you up to?

The reason the intelligence agencies don't have data is purely a professional issue. Assassins are unlike other professions; these kinds of people might have worn down their fingerprints, use unregistered guns, carry unregistered phones, and hold fake identities. Even if a photo is taken, it's highly likely to be of someone in disguise.

The only match might be DNA, but as of now, there's no DNA database, and even fingerprint databases only exist for criminal records and certain businesses, lacking total coverage.

When Jimmy returned home, Mahong and the others didn't give up. Since Jimmy had already outlined the path, they commenced their street investigation, ensuring all street cameras and store surveillance were checked, comparing individuals and vehicles appearing in each scene.

These investigations were organized by Mahong's team, excluding Jimmy—who still needed to handle additional matters such as tracking down people, activities demanding extensive manpower, and taking up someone like him would be an absolute waste of time.

The FBI doesn't solely comprise field agents but also consists of numerous intelligence analysis teams and support personnel, who are more professionally suited for such tasks.

Jimmy didn't spend the night in bed but lay directly on the living room floor wearing sports pants, with two revolvers and a Glock placed beside the bed. Additionally, a small bag filled with Magnum Bullets was kept on the coffee table for backup. This setup allowed Jimmy to quickly leap into action without causing a commotion or running out naked.

During a prepared night, nothing occurred, Jimmy woke autonomously twice during the night but didn't perceive any problems near his apartment.

The next day, Jimmy inspected his assigned vehicle and returned to the streets. The Anti-Terrorism Bureau had been tracking a previous phone number but hadn't received any incoming signal, making using himself as bait seem preferable. Previously lurking outside the FBI office, it's obvious she hadn't given up; being an outside target is certainly easier to reach than Mahong in the office.

Jimmy took a drive and detoured back to the FBI office, then circled twice before heading to Brooklyn.

Jimmy intentionally drove in a circular route multiple times to establish a pattern for her; otherwise, given Perkins's habits over the past two days, she wouldn't miss such an opportunity.

During his drive, Jimmy called Charon, inquiring if the intelligence gathering was complete. Charon courteously replied that Mr. Jude could be contacted and then hung up.

Charon's speed was impressive; while Jude hadn't acquired more detailed information yet, he had obtained photographs.

Jimmy promptly altered his route to retrieve the photos, avoiding a hotel and instead exchanged photos with his contact through car windows at a gas station. Evidently, Mr. Jude was extremely cautious about his safety, completely denying Jimmy the chance to visit his premises.

Jimmy took the photos and immediately returned to the FBI office to hand them over to Mahong.

This was Jimmy's first instance seeing Perkins's appearance; the photo was a candid shot—a black-haired Caucasian woman with slightly sun-kissed skin suggesting extensive sunbathing exposure. Her age wasn't discernable just from the photo. She wore black eye shadow, enhancing her spirited large eyes; combined with her all-black ensemble, she remained decidedly recognizable if her style hadn't changed.

Upon receiving the photo, Mahong promptly organized its digital scanning for facial recognition cross-referencing against previously acquired videos, while Jimmy continued outdoors as a decoy.

As soon as Jimmy departed Manhattan and entered Brooklyn, he noticed a car trailing him, maintaining a position two cars apart and following for some time.

While the distance was a bit far, Jimmy surveyed his position and quickly turned at the intersection ahead, and after a second turn, the trailing vehicle disappeared.

Jimmy reverted to his prior route, continuously observing surrounding vehicles and front-to-back license plates to identify if the car trailing him would reappear.

Jimmy turned for another round, checked the time—it was nearing noon—and commenced observing surrounding establishments to select a place for lunch.

While Jimmy was scanning the surrounding restaurants, an indescribable fear exploded within him. He immediately braked while reaching to unfasten his seatbelt, allowing his body to duck low. Subsequently, the car first abruptly halted then accelerated forward momentarily before coming to a complete stop, having been rear-ended.

Thankfully, it was daytime in the city, so vehicle speeds were low. Although a rear-end occurred, the damage was minor. However, other cars behind bore the brunt of misfortune as the subsequent two vehicles also collided, causing total chaos on two lanes in that direction.

Having freed his seatbelt with his right hand, Jimmy pulled out his Glock, then used his left hand to unlock the door. Instantly, gunfire echoed loudly—bang, bang, bang.

On Jimmy's right front edge, a parked car housed someone aiming a gun out of the window, firing at Jimmy's vehicle—numerous bullet holes had already afflicted his front windshield.