Jimmy and Hope stood side by side at the edge of the warehouse, watching the chaotic scene around them, gritting their teeth in frustration. Such a good opportunity; they could've caught Frank Walsh directly. But because of so lunatic with a gun, their target simply vanished.
Looking at the few local agents available, Jimmy contemplated that the follow-up investigation would still rely on them. In a place like this, he simply didn't have the resources for large-scale investigation and tracking.
Jimmy glanced at Hope: "Hope, wait here. I'll go talk to them."
Hope nodded, and Jimmy approached a representative from the Baltimore office, with whom they were liaising, Senior Agent Morrison. "Agent Morrison, we need to talk."
Morrison was also troubled; his people had just t the other side, chased them a few steps, and took a bullet. The subsequent shooting incident yielded no results. This was a heavy loss. They moved to a place with no people nearby, and Morrison asked, "What's the matter, Agent Yang?"
Jimmy whispered, "Agent Morrison, I'm giving you a gift." He nodded towards the three captured, shot individuals over there.
Morrison glanced over, raised an eyebrow. "So, what do I need to pay?"
Jimmy: "At least two surveillance teams, one watching Frank's ho, another watching his company, a front for the smuggling group. There are definitely a lot of their people inside.
In addition, we'll need support from local police, so they can notify us in ti upon receiving any news.
In return, everything here is yours. I think you'll gain quite a bit from that warehouse. You know, I only want my target, and if there's anything else..."
Jimmy didn't finish, but Morrison surely understood. He frowned, thought for a mont, and extended his right hand. "Deal."
Jimmy also extended his right hand for a handshake. "I await your news, whenever it cos."
Morrison: "Then, I'll go make arrangents. Your people?"
He gestured to Hope standing at the side. Jimmy shook his head. "I'll handle it."
Morrison nodded, turned, and left; there was much to do, and now was just the ti he could make so moves, otherwise it would be troubleso.
Jimmy turned and explained the current arrangents to Hope, ntioning they needed to contact Peter, brief him on their upcoming plans, and possibly require further technical support from headquarters.
Frank Walsh's information was collected. Now that he had escaped the encirclent, his location had to be investigated imdiately. The best way was through his phone, of course the one listed in his public information.
Although the Baltimore office could manage, invoking the command center here wasn't as convenient as headquarters, so after only a brief wait, they received location information from headquarters. Agent Morrison had originally arranged for others to escort the injured back, but now had to redeploy agents for continued pursuit.
Frank Walsh is a veteran, an excellent marksman; the previously shot agent is proof of that. Not all agents are like Jimmy, but they are all trained and at least stronger than average. A single confrontation resulting in being shot, and the opponent quickly escaping, indicates that Frank hasn't forgotten his army training, and may have deliberately retrained because of his profession.
Such a person is extrely dangerous; Morrison no longer underestimated him. All agents dispatched for investigation were forced to replace their bullet-proof vests, equipped with rifles, always keeping watch of the opponent's position.
Frank's mobile number wasn't consistently tracked; Jimmy and the team only pursued about a kiloter before losing the phone's signal location.
Morrison surveyed the surroundings, recontacted the branch office, initiated investigations around their current location, and simultaneously reached out to the 911 ergency center to synchronize any nearby alerts with the FBI. Incidents of burglary, hijacking, car theft, or other violent events could all potentially be Frank's doing.
This case had to be handled with all their efforts; two FBI agents from DC went missing, headquarters found them, and now they were easily evaded right in their territory, injuring their agents. It was utterly embarrassing and, at crucial monts, made them a target for criticism.
Frank's escape path was actually simple. On the run, he destroyed and discarded any potentially trackable phones before turning and fleeing toward a residential area. To avoid drawing attention, he didn't run; instead, he searched briefly and found a house with a mailbox stuffed with ads.
Normally, people would regularly clear their mailboxes; a mailbox filled with ads typically indicated that the house was unoccupied.
Frank glanced around to ensure no one noticed him, then ran to the back, smashed the glass, and crawled into the room. There, he rummaged for a while to find so clothes and a gun. He changed clothes, found a backpack to pack so items, and then searched for transport. Unfortunately, his luck was bad, so he had to try finding sothing by the roadside.
Soon, an old car ca into view — such a car could be easily hot-wired, so it was perfect as a temporary transport. He just needed to drive it a short ways out of the FBI's encirclent.
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