Hughes, how many loops does your brain have, guys like you, white outside but black inside? Damn, are you not afraid I'd die right on the spot? We don't even know who will come or what weapon they will use!

Jimmy even doubted who came up with the idea of involving him in witness protection. Was it the idea of a trap first and then they thought of him, or did they think of him first and set up this trap?

Jimmy clenched his teeth and nodded slightly. When you're under someone's roof. "Hughes, any requests?"

Hughes: "Just follow Charles's arrangements." He himself was clear of any involvement, the old fox.

Jimmy looked at Charles: "When?"

Charles checked his watch, "In two hours, he will be sent to the safe house, and then it's our turn to handle things."

Jimmy: "There's still plenty of time, I'll arrange the cases I have on hand. Notify me when it's time to leave."

After Jimmy finished speaking, he nodded to Hughes and left Hughes's office right away. That old man was too cunning, festering sore on his head and pus oozing from his feet kind, looked white but his heart was completely black, black like oil, continuing like this, he would be played to death sooner or later.

Jimmy returned to his own office. "Nick, I have a task for the next couple of days, you handle gathering more leads. Once we have confirmed surveillance on the suspect, contact Hughes to arrange for his capture and questioning, I can't attend to it for now."

Nick was startled; he was an intelligence officer, not a field agent. "What happened?"

Jimmy: "Hughes gave me a new task to handle, it'll probably take two or three days. If all goes well, I'll be back the day after tomorrow."

Nick nodded, "Okay, it's just two days. Shouldn't be a big issue, I'll call you if anything comes up."

Jimmy nodded and began rummaging through his drawers to prepare himself. Since he didn't know how many people would come, it was best to prepare thoroughly.

Jimmy had in his office two small boxes of 20-round .357 Magnum ammunition, only two boxes, all packed, and some scattered bullets also stuffed into a bag. There was plenty of 9mm Glock ammunition, he had only two magazines loaded, one main and one backup, and he took the other backup magazine from the drawer, in case it wasn't enough. The rest were the M16 and the bullet-proof vest in the car's trunk, basically, there wasn't much else needed.

Nick watched Jimmy's actions with a bit of trepidation, "What are you doing with so many bullets?"

Jimmy sighed, "It's a task, a dangerous one with many unknowns, better to be over-prepared than under."

Placing bullets on the table, he continued to search, struggling to think of anything else he might need. Oh well, he'd figure it out when they set off. Oh, to take two phone batteries and two packs of cigarettes, it was going to be a two or three-day trip and the nights probably wouldn't be peaceful.

Shortly after, Charles called, and Jimmy, grabbing his bag, went downstairs to meet him and they left Federal Square in cars, heading towards Brooklyn.

A villa by the sea in Brooklyn, Jimmy parked his car in the garage, alongside Charles's police car.

Jimmy: "Charles, you court police must be pretty jazzed to use this kind of villa for a safe house."

Charles didn't look at Jimmy, heading straight to a small door inside the garage, "This house isn't mine, let's go and familiarize ourselves with the layout of the house."

Jimmy opened the trunk to grab his travel bag, carrying both it and his bag of bullets as he followed Charles through the small door into the villa.

This was an old villa, looking alright from the outside, just the typical villa style, but it looked quite ancient from the inside, the furniture seemed to be at least twenty or thirty years old, some even had peeling paint.

Good lord, how long had it been since anyone lived here? Why let the furniture get so worn? Didn't the owner have the money to replace furniture? Fortunately, it definitely had been cleaned recently, as there was barely any dust on the floors or furniture.

Jimmy and Charles toured the ground floor, finding the kitchen's water, electricity, and gas all working; the refrigerator was empty but there was a case of bottled water next to it. They checked the second and third floors; the rooms were all well-cleaned, apparently by a professional cleaning company, they wouldn't have been so thorough otherwise.

Jimmy also took the opportunity to observe, besides a basement, he didn't find any other hidden rooms in the house; the only unusual space was already confirmed to be a hole left from a removed safe.

The house was fine, three doors in the front and back plus the small garage door made four doors connecting to the outside, a bit many places to guard, but that wasn't a problem for Jimmy; he could watch all entrances from the middle of the house. Additionally, all upstairs windows had been sealed from the inside, although it didn't look it from outside, this also eliminated the possibility of the witness slipping out from there.

The accommodation was definitely not an issue, there were enough guest rooms on the second and third floors, the beddings were also complete and seemed newly changed; the service was not bad.

Jimmy and Charles returned to the living room, starting their wait there.

Jimmy: "Charles, what about food here? Should we order takeout?"

Charles nodded, "No other way, don't worry, I'll claim it back."

Jimmy fell silent, "It's not the cost of the takeout I'm worried about, it's fearing someone might disguise themselves as a delivery guy to give us a surprise."

Charles, looking at Jimmy, reassured, "Don't worry, I'll order from different places. You stay here for a bit, I'll take a walk outside, there's still an hour left."

Jimmy waved his hand and sat on the sofa to pull out his handgun and began checking it.

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