Supplying the bar with smuggled liquor from the underworld can undoubtedly reduce the hotel's liquor costs significantly and increase profits. This way, they have a reason to compensate Jimmy while also expanding channels and even adding an extra layer of protection—why not?

Although Jimmy roughly understands their intentions, he temporarily doesn't have a good way to deal with them. He can't just solve things by impulsively shooting them, right? Feeling down, he returned home, waiting to cancel his vacation for work time.

Charon returned to the Intercontinental Hotel but did not take over the reception desk; instead, he went upstairs to Winston's room. Winston asked about Charon's conversation with Jimmy and quickly fell silent, thinking.

The focus of the conversation was that Jimmy hadn't given up on capturing Perkins at all. Just a few days after his last visit, he summoned Charon to the bar to chat; it's obvious Jimmy was eager.

Winston: "Charon, what do you think?"

Charon: "I don't know, sir. Are we really going to do this for Mr. Yang? Perkins is also one of the rare experts at the hotel. If we hand her over, it might cause trouble with the people backing her."

Winston: "Charon, what do you think of Jimmy?"

Charon: "Very strong. His records clearly show signs of being altered; we have never seen his limits."

Winston: "Who do you think would win if he confronts Perkins head-on?"

Charon: "In a direct confrontation, undoubtedly, Mr. Yang."

Winston: "So, we maintain neutrality. Go ahead."

Charon: "There's one more thing; Mr. Yang wants a reliable middleman. How should we handle this?"

Winston: "Let's put it aside for now."

Charon nodded and returned to the reception desk. Jimmy's matters are on hold, but some things still need doing. Charon will communicate with Perkins by phone at night, at least to report the current situation. As for what Perkins does after receiving the call, that's out of their concern.

Jimmy returned to regular working hours. Nia's wheelchair days were nearing an end, but she wasn't back to work yet. Kevin certainly wouldn't let her return to the police station without fully recovering; any bumps would be troublesome.

After work, Jimmy visited Nia's house for dinner again. Since Jimmy took a three-day vacation, his weekend, which was supposed to be free for rest, was scheduled for rotating shifts. Many FBI departments need shift adjustments; not everyone can have stable weekends.

However, this rotating shift was unexpectedly notified to him when he arrived at the office. Jimmy seriously suspected it was Mrs. Mason or Isabel using public office for personal revenge...

Jimmy's visits to Nia's house have been frequent, and he's become familiar with Kevin and his wife. It was a good time to cultivate the compatibility of future family members. Moreover, having someone cook the meal felt genuinely nice. Eating at home and dining at a restaurant were completely different experiences, and the experience of mooching a dinner was even better.

At night, Nia originally planned to return with Jimmy, but he stopped her. He had to work overtime on Saturday, and Nia would be alone in the apartment. It would be better for her to stay at home.

Driving away from Nia's house, Jimmy returned from the Upper East Side to the Upper West Side. He had previously considered buying another apartment near Nia's place but hadn't decided yet.

In the middle of the night, while sleeping, Jimmy was awakened again. He looked toward the living room; a silhouette had already entered and was slowly moving toward the bedroom.

Jimmy reached under the pillow for the Python revolver, then rolled to the side of the bed, landing on the ground, aiming the gun at the bedroom door.

However, the person outside suddenly stopped, aiming their gun toward the bedroom.

Jimmy realized that when he got out of bed, the mattress made a sound, and when landing, he made some noise on the floor—the person outside was skilled.

The two of them silently faced off with the air for a few seconds. The person outside abruptly turned and ran for the door, ignoring the noise of their footsteps, fleeing Jimmy's apartment directly.

Jimmy rose from his crouched position only after seeing the person move, running toward the bedroom door. But by the time he reached the living room, the figure had already reached the stairs, flipping over the railing and jumping down, escaping quickly. By the time Jimmy reached the stairs, the person had already fled the apartment.

"Shit!" Jimmy cursed as he watched the person riding away on a motorcycle outside from the stairs. The person's sense of hearing was truly sharp; they either heard the mattress or the landing sound, decisively abandoned their plan, and ran away without hesitation—their decisiveness was impressive.

Jimmy looked around with the revolver in hand, walked barefoot back to the house without touching the door handle, just leaving it ajar. After retrieving his phone from the bedroom, Jimmy directly called the FBI's forensic department. Given its special nature, most departments operated under a 24-hour rotating schedule, ensuring they can respond promptly during emergencies.

Though the forensic department hadn't received a call from Jimmy for several months, they still remembered him. Upon hearing about the intrusion into Jimmy's apartment yet again, they wasted no time and arranged for a forensic investigator to come over.

On the phone, Jimmy mentioned there was no shooting or fatalities this time—just a need to check the door lock and potential footprints in the living room. So, half an hour later, when the forensic technician arrived, they brought a portable analyzer that could directly connect to the fingerprint database.

Jimmy had already changed clothes and stood in the corner, waiting for the inspection. The forensic technician checked the flooring from the door to the study since the person had walked in the living room, identifying at least some shoe prints.

The lock wasn't damaged, indicating the person used a key or lock-picking tools to open it. Before bed, Jimmy had put on the anti-theft chain; however, it was ineffective. For seasoned professionals, there are many tools to silently unlock an anti-theft chain.

Several fingerprints were extracted from the door handle, but unfortunately, no matching fingerprints were found in the crime database. After shifting to another database, the majority were identified as Jimmy's, with one belonging to Nia.

Anyway, since they're here, Jimmy directly asked him to examine the spot where the person vaulted the rail at the stairs using a fingerprint-revealing reagent, extracting some fingerprints. Given it's a public area, they were likely from nearby residents, which complicates the investigation. Jimmy told the forensic technician to take the fingerprint information back and investigate further—no need to spend time on-site for results.

Since the forensic technician needed to return to duty, Jimmy didn't keep him and saw him off from the apartment.

The intruder wasn't just skilled but also thoroughly prepared, making it difficult to trace their fingerprints.

So, who could it be?

Sitting on the couch, Jimmy placed the revolver on the coffee table and poured himself a drink, contemplating. He had been dealing with public affairs for months without handling any case, so he shouldn't have offended anyone enough to attack him.

The only possibility was recently—the Poison Snake Gang? It shouldn't be. If they intended to hire an assassin, they would have likely acted days ago.

So now, the most likely suspect was the Perkins woman affair. Just yesterday, I had discussed with Charon, asking him to expedite solving that murder case, but unexpectedly got attacked today.

This Perkins woman's temper is explosive; she didn't even set a time to talk through Charon, just showed up? How confident in herself does she have to feel to act this way?

Jimmy kept thinking and drinking; after finishing his drink, he glanced at the time and returned to the bedroom for rest. Since it was dawn, he decided not to disturb Charon, waiting until daytime after work to confirm whether it was her causing trouble.

Lying on the bed, Jimmy stared at the ceiling. Because of his special status, he had always avoided installing surveillance at home; being discovered or having the footage taken away could lead to trouble.

Now, it seems installing one might be necessary—at least one at the door. When someone enters, the surveillance could quickly confirm who it is afterward.

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