Wilson's words were quite pleasant, but undeniably carried a significant elent of threat. Jimmy smiled as he looked at Wilson, "You know my identity, Mr. Wilson, please mind what you say."
Wilson didn't care; he wasn't breaking any laws. As a lobbyist, his identity was public, differing only in closeness of relationships with various parties. "I apologize, I'm sorry."
Jimmy: "Alright, I think you've said enough. Convey my ssage to Mr. Vigo Trasov, be smart, and I'll visit him when I have the chance."
Wilson accepted Jimmy's dismissal calmly, fastening his suit buttons while saying, "I will, goodbye, Mr. Yang."
Finishing his words, he picked up his bag and stood up to leave, not taking the bottle of wine left on the table.
It's just a bottle of wine, no big deal. Jimmy's fingers tapped unconsciously on the table as he gestured a waiter over to help send the wine to his room and left the club after drinking.
In fact, people in the club had pretty good information; Jimmy's identity had already spread in a small circle. Not only his, but also his father-in-law Kevin's, especially for the NYPD director, who is generally hard to approach. Hence, a few people who wished to get to know Kevin ca to try and get close to Jimmy, but such requests were usually directly refused by Jimmy. Kevin had his own circle, and Jimmy wouldn't intervene unless necessary.
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Keeping an eye on MS13 was an important task set by Jimmy, and it was the gang he most wanted to tackle. These guys were sowhat too arrogant; while other gangs were subdued and unwilling to show their faces, they still acted recklessly, making them unlucky targets.
Two or three of their headquarters were cleared intermittently by the FBI, and a dozen people were thrown into prison, adding significant pressure to MS13.
They were indeed ruthless, capable fighters, but slightly lacking against the FBI, causing several well-known underground bases to seemingly be abandoned by them.
The monitoring team was going crazy, having been keeping watch according to the information for a long ti without spotting the target figures. Though those underground bars and casinos continued operations, the marked gang mbers vanished, leaving only a few underlings maintaining order.
Jimmy rarely exploded during a morning eting; ever since he joined the anti-gang squad, about three months ago, those routine small gang cases hadn't interested him at all, left to other agents to handle. His main focus was MS13.
This cancer had evolved into a transnational cri organization over ten to twenty years, with their main activities still rooted in southern border states, yet New York, as a super tropolis, was also a crucial node for them. After all, whether drugs or smuggled goods, everything could be quickly sold in New York, sotis without needing cooperation from other major gangs.
Given their style, they naturally couldn't peacefully do business here in New York; at least several turf conflicts were associated with them, involving disappearances or public assaults, becoming commonplace. Previous anti-gang squad leaders couldn't sever their tentacles in New York, while Jimmy aid to challenge this difficulty.
Unexpectedly, after only minor maneuvers destroyed several of their operations and bases, the opponent suddenly vanished, temporarily ignoring even those captured turfs.
Javier was aware of how much effort Jimmy had invested into MS13; when Jimmy tapped the table, he proactively took over the investigation of MS13's main mbers. New York, a super city with nearly ten million people, made hiding dozens of individuals effortless; the FBI was severely understaffed, unable to pinpoint these people's hiding places without clear clues.
Javier, after all, was a veteran of the anti-gang squad, relatively familiar in various aspects, especially so gang mbers collecting information fees. Jimmy was helpless; he couldn't personally investigate everywhere, given his managerial position, Mark was good, yet lacking in experience, needing at least several years in the squad to independently undertake crucial responsibilities.
However, as Jimmy was about to conclude the eting, an agent suddenly provided a not-so-clear lead. The Coast Guard intercepted a cargo ship offshore due to an anonymous report of smuggling activities. Later, they found considerable quantities of electronic products on the ship—low-value USB drives, MP3 players, and expensive items such as speakers, phones, and laptops. Since they weren't hidden in containers but stored in the ship's hold, it was temporarily unclear who owned these goods, but the destination was confird to be New York.
Many gangs were involved in smuggling in New York, and Jimmy's team couldn't determine which ones might be involved in this smuggling case. Nonetheless, losing such a large amount at once ant whoever lost it definitely wouldn't let it go smoothly.
After having other mbers with tasks leave, Jimmy and his team circled the eting room for discussions, ultimately deciding to stay put and observe the underworld's reactions. That's unavoidable; official operations were bound by regulations, and many thods applicable privately couldn't be openly addressed in etings.
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