Weekend, Jimmy called Charon to set up a meeting, although his visits to the Intercontinental Hotel had become frequent and suspicious, so he chose his own bar.

Charon didn't mind meeting Jimmy outside and arrived at the bar on time in the afternoon.

Jimmy didn't call Woody to work earlier; instead, he manned the bar himself. On the counter, there was a plate of almonds and cashews, which he had found in packaged form behind the bar and emptied into a plate to go with drinks, "Good afternoon, Charon, what would you like to drink?"

Charon: "Soda water is fine, I can't drink alcohol."

Jimmy nodded: "Understandable." He took a can of soda water from behind the bar and handed it to Charon, "How's it going with Perkins? Has she given you any info?"

Charon: "Yes, I've contacted her, and I think there should be arrangements soon."

Jimmy: "OK, I'll wait for her a bit longer. By the way, I wanted to talk to you about whether there's a reliable agent in New York?"

Charon's brows furrowed slightly before relaxing, and some wrinkles formed on his forehead, "May I ask why Mr. Yang is looking for an agent?"

Jimmy: "I've had some ideas lately, a lot of things I don't want to handle myself, so an agent's role is still quite valuable."

Charon: "Can I know what it's about?"

Jimmy: "Nothing to hide. My fiancée had a car accident a few days ago. Initially, I thought it was just a regular car accident, but later found out the driver was the brother of a gang member, and they orchestrated the accident to intercept Nia, allowing someone Nia was tracking to escape.

The gang members have been found by me, and the situation is mostly resolved. There might be more to come later, but it shouldn't be a big deal.

This time I handled most of the things myself, including the negotiations with them later. I later thought maybe getting a suitable agent involved could simplify things, rather than managing everything directly.

I'm not saying I need an agent for every situation in the future, but it's good to be prepared."

Charon took a sip of soda water, his mind racing, "I think I understand your point. You don't need a gang-specific agent, rather someone can bridge multiple industries. Such people are rare and mostly serve particular individuals. I need to go back and think about it."

Jimmy: "Right, no rush. This is just a spontaneous and unformed thought. I haven't decided on handling it yet."

Charon: "Got it."

Jimmy: "By the way, what areas in New York are yours, maybe you could give me a general idea later so I don't hit too hard."

Charon: "I'll talk to the manager."

Jimmy: "Cheers."

Jimmy raised his whiskey, clinked with Charon's soda water, and drank the whole glass, "Sometimes I think negotiating with those gang leaders is really embarrassing. I'm an FBI agent, a Senior Agent."

Charon: "There are always tough matters, totally understandable. I'll help investigate as soon as possible."

Jimmy: "Thanks."

Charon left after sitting for a while, leaving Jimmy at the bar, sipping idly, waiting for Woody to arrive.

Just after being away for two or three days, there was a minor incident at the bar. Woody arrived in the afternoon, greeted Jimmy, changed his clothes, and then came to the bar.

Woody: "Jimmy, the person you met that day came again."

Jimmy: "The Poison Snake Gang from the weekend?"

Woody: "Yeah, one of the women, she said her name is Liliana. She wants to cooperate with us."

Jimmy: "Cooperate on what?"

Woody: "They can supply us with alcohol, of course at discounted prices."

Jimmy frowned; these bastards were unreliable. It was normal for them to peddle smuggled alcohol at the bar, as every bar couldn't avoid such contacts. But knowing the bar owner was himself, and he was FBI—what are they, insane?

Jimmy: "Reject them, we're not starving for profit."

Woody: "Their prices are very favorable."

Jimmy: "Woody, my profession dictates that many things other bars can do aren't possible here. Don't consider it; I don't want to stir trouble for you, being reported would mess not only me up but Isaac too."

Woody nodded: "Understood."

Jimmy: "Anything else?"

Woody: "Not for now, I'll keep an eye."

Jimmy nodded and left the bar.

The Poison Snake Gang really have a screw loose thinking he can go a bit overboard in certain methods, like secretly following them, breaking into Max's safehouse, nearly resorting to extreme interrogation—these were mostly against the rules, but he handled them privately, carefully avoiding leaving fingerprints or other evident traces.

But now with Liliana coming to supply alcohol, it was too much; clear sale of smuggled alcohol was absolutely untouchable, as too many people knew the bar belonged to him. Whether FBI or NYPD, any solid evidence would mean trouble for him.

He could imagine their thoughts and discussion plans. When they offered vehicles for compensation at the meeting, he refused, because for those working in the shadows, they didn't trust an agent who wouldn't take money could set aside past disputes, so alternative plans needed to be considered.

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