(This chapter has been revised, sorry.)

Jimmy followed the SWAT team with his pistol drawn, reaching the corner where the attackers had been. All he saw were some scattered shell casings and magazines, and a bit of blood on the wall—likely where Victoria had been shot.

It had only been Victoria shooting earlier, while Marvin had been loading the magazines. For someone without x-ray vision, it wouldn't have been clear there was a second person. Now with this bloodstain, at least the SWAT could claim later that they had wounded the gunman and start pursuing the injured person, which was a clear clue.

That being said, although they were all elderly, their combat ability appeared to be quite strong—Victoria alone had suppressed the SWAT at both kitchen passages, which wouldn't have been easy for anyone else.

The SWAT team continued forward in their search, with Jimmy leisurely following at the back. At the end of the hallway, the team split into two, and Jimmy continued outside, following the route Marvin had escaped. Marvin was fast; although the SWAT stopped at corners for confirmation, they were generally young and quick. But since Marvin had left on his own without any pauses, they had not managed to catch up.

The SWAT officers walked down the corridor to the outside of the hotel, where Jimmy saw Marvin sneaking away from a nearby wall, unnoticed by the SWAT team—lucky him.

Up front at the hotel entrance, Jimmy saw a stretched Cadillac turning away at the junction. A brave agent rushed forward, jumped onto the roof of the car, but unfortunately was thrown off. Poor agent, poor Special Service Bureau, they had truly embarrassed themselves this time.

Jimmy watched the spectacle unfold, knowing Frank's plan was well-executed, but never had he imagined it would be this successful.

The task of chasing the stretched car involved the police, Special Service Bureau, and local FBI agents. Jimmy headed back to the hotel. With such a major incident, it was fine that he didn't join the chase—if he went back to his own hotel now, that would be extremely insensitive.

Aside from Jimmy, there was another person who returned to the hotel—the agent who had been thrown off the car. Sitting dejectedly in a chair in the banquet hall, he began to stare blankly. Jimmy had nowhere else to go and sat as well. He casually removed the earpiece he had been wearing on his right ear, giving his ear some rest.

After a busy night, although the Special Service Bureau located the Cadillac, the Vice President was still missing. Jimmy had received some information from the remaining agents, but no conclusive results yet. After daybreak, the agent who had rested all night received a call. Quickly, he dialed another number, "He has contacted me. He wants the girl, Stanton Power Plant, 15 minutes. You'd better notify the Special Service Bureau."

Oh? This person isn't from the Special Service Bureau, is he? Watching the agent run out of the banquet hall, Jimmy, despite having almost no sleep, perked up and followed the agent outside. However, since he had no vehicle, he could only watch as the agent drove away in a car parked at the entrance.

Jimmy hailed a taxi and shouted as he got in, "Evanston Power Plant, please hurry."

The driver looked back at Jimmy, "I know Evanston but not the power plant. Are you sure?"

Jimmy made a forward motion with his hand, "Just head to Evanston, as quickly as possible."

Driver: "OK."

Evanston is a satellite town north of Chicago and not very large, primarily residential. Usually, residents drive from Evanston to Chicago early in the morning. The traffic from Chicago to Evanston wasn't heavy, so the ride was quite fast, of course, within the speed limit.

Jimmy watched the traffic pass by, distracted. Frank and his team had successfully kidnapped the Vice President. Next, they would likely exchange Sara. Their plan was so perfect, their judgment so precise—it should succeed.

A white sedan and a pickup quickly passed the taxi Jimmy was in. Yes, they were definitely speeding. As a former county police officer, Jimmy easily judged their speed to be definitely over 180 km/h.

Upon reaching Evanston, the taxi driver had to stop to ask for directions to the power plant, which was situated in a part of Evanston that had been renovated. The old power plant had been decommissioned and wasn't marked on any maps. Jimmy couldn't help it; this wasn't downtown Chicago, so it was normal for the taxi driver not to know the way.

Finally, after about half an hour, Jimmy arrived at the abandoned power plant. The driver dropped him off and turned back.

Jimmy activated Heart Eye, observing his surroundings as he walked inside. Many tire tracks were visible on the ground, heavily layered with thick dust, making the footprints and tire marks quite distinct. Strangely, the tire tracks seemed one-directional; it appeared that vehicles had entered but hadn't exited, or they had left through another exit.

Jimmy approached the main factory building; inside, he could see one person standing and another sitting, with the rest lying on the ground.

"FBI, drop your weapons," Jimmy called out from the entrance, not entering right away.

"Friendly, from the Special Service Bureau," the agent inside called out. Jimmy peeked inside; the agent was unarmed. Vice President Stanton was sitting on the ground, leaning against a concrete block, clutching his abdomen.

"What happened here?" Jimmy asked, entering with his Glock in hand. He was confident that even if the agent drew a weapon now, he could shoot him first.

"The kidnappers had an internal conflict; I took down the traitor," the agent explained, spreading his hands to show he wouldn't act rashly.

"Regardless of the situation, let's call the Special Service Bureau over," Jimmy suggested, surveying the scene. It looked quite gruesome: a white sedan and a pickup with a mounted machine gun, a man on the pickup, and three people lying on the ground—one of them a woman.

"Which one is the traitor?" Jimmy inquired.

"The woman, she was with the kidnappers." The agent pulled out his phone and made a call. He then helped the Vice President to his feet, untied his hands, and let him sit on the concrete block to rest.

Jimmy wasn't familiar with him and, for safety, stepped outside the factory building to let them handle the situation internally. He'd come just as a bystander to ensure Frank and his team hadn't been caught in the act.

"I'll watch outside to prevent further ambushes. Take care of the Vice President," he said.

Half an hour later, Tom arrived with the Special Service Bureau team.

"Hey, Tom, the Vice President is inside," Jimmy said, having been sitting at the entrance. Upon their arrival, he stood and walked toward Tom, then gestured for them to enter the factory building.

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