North America Gunman Detective Chapter 189: 172 Do you want to go?

On his day off the next day, Jimmy didn't go to the police station. He needed to communicate with Jas regarding whether or not to go to the FBI, as it wasn't a decision he could make alone. For him, the help Jas had provided over the past two years was trendous. Without Jas's help, Jimmy might still be a common restaurant waiter.

Jimmy made an early phone call to Jas, didn't discuss the matter over the phone but instead scheduled a eting. He would go to Jas's house tomorrow evening to talk.

Jimmy managed so of his household chores and then visited his private warehouse, where he had paid a year's rent. He only visited occasionally to check on it, not frequently.

This ti he mainly retrieved his copied CIA docunts. With these copied docunts, there would definitely be an original in the CIA archives. Jimmy's CIA identity was undoubtedly valid; otherwise, Tom wouldn't have prepared these things for him.

If he were to go to the FBI, whether Jimmy's identity would be a hindrance was sothing he was completely unsure about. Given Jas's extensive experience, plus Tom being his old friend, even though knowing little, they would both still understand much more than Jimmy did.

Jimmy took the files and left the warehouse to rest at ho.

The next evening at 8 PM, Jimmy drove to the community where Jas lived, still using his county police badge for entrance. Since the presence of Jas as the director made the community security very familiar with county police badges, Jimmy was virtually unchecked and allowed entry.

Jimmy stood at the door and knocked, and Mrs. Baldwin opened the door.

Jimmy, "Mrs. Baldwin, good evening."

Mrs. Baldwin, "Oh, Jimmy, good evening, co in."

Mrs. Baldwin opened the door and let Jimmy in. Jas wasn't in his study today but was sitting on the couch in the living room watching a TV series. It seed this was their couple's TV ti, and Jimmy's visit was a bit sudden.

When Jas saw Jimmy co in, he too got up from the sofa and invited Jimmy into the study.

This ti Jas didn't grab a bottle of wine. Mrs. Baldwin followed them into the room, carrying a tray with two cups and a pot of coffee.

Jas himself took the coffee pot, poured two cups, while Mrs. Baldwin promptly left the study.

Jas, "Jimmy, try this, Mary's coffee skills are really good."

Jimmy picked up a cup of coffee, blew on it slightly, and then took a small sip.

Jimmy, "Wow, the coffee is great. It looks like I'll have to ask Mrs. Baldwin to teach how to make coffee. I've always just bought it from cafés."

Jas, "Yeah, you should co and visit Mary more often when you're free. Our kids haven't been ho in a while, they've flown far since college started."

Jimmy set down his coffee and said to Jas, "Jas, I ca to you this ti with a troubling matter. Do you still rember Agent Harten from the FBI? You had arranged for to assist them on a case earlier."

Jas, "Yeah, I rember, you still concealed your combat achievents. Tsk, nine people, you shot seven of them, you really scared . By the way, did you ever go to the church afterward?"

Jimmy, "Ah, you rembered. I went a few tis but then scarcely after that. It seems like Father Royte doesn't like much, well, I don't bother going there to be disliked."

Jas, "Ah, it's still necessary to visit a few tis, to get familiar. It could shield you in the future."

Jimmy, "Okay, next ti I'm off, I'll go to the service. This visit is concerning Agent Harten. He contacted the night before last, ntioning that the FBI might be expanding soon, and he asked for my opinion on whether I'd like to join the FBI."

Jas, "What do you think?"

Jimmy, "I don't really have any particular thoughts. For , it doesn't really matter what profession I choose."

Jas, "It still depends on your own choice; I can't offer you any advice."

Jimmy, "Let's not talk about whether to join the FBI right now. There's a bigger problem left by Tom."

Jimmy took out a docunt bag from his bag, opened it, and passed the first CIA Agent information sheet to Jas, along with his own CIA credentials.

Jimmy, "In the briefcase Tom left , there were these docunts. I didn't know before that the identity he gave was that of an agent from the CIA Operations Bureau."

Jas glanced at it and then handed it back to Jimmy.

Jas, "Keep these docunts safe and don't show them to anyone, including ."

Jimmy took back the docunts, placed them in the docunt bag, and kept the credentials out while he put the docunt bag back in his bag.

Jas, "When Tom asked to find an Asian to inherit the identity, I had my suspicions. It seems he had your replacent docunts fully prepared. This identity should be fine; otherwise, he wouldn't have specifically included your credentials in his will."

Jimmy, "That's what I thought too; the identity is not a problem. But what if I go to the FBI? Would they find out?"

Jas, "There shouldn't be a problem. Theoretically, CIA employee data should be confidential. The CIA is not under the Judicial Departnt, so theoretically, the FBI can't see their internal data."

Jimmy, "I've never been in contact with anyone from the CIA, really don't know. I'm worried that at so point in the future, this identity might blow up."

Jas, "There's nothing we can do. It's all Tom's doing; we can't intervene. We'll just have to take it one step at a ti."

Jimmy, "Jas, if, and I an if, I go to the FBI, what about your side?"

Jas, "Huh? You're worried about that? The county police have been around for so many years; how could they possibly shut down just because of you? Do you have so misunderstanding about your own role?"

Jimmy looked at Jas speechlessly; his words were too hurtful.

As a mber of the support team directly under the county police headquarters, Jimmy's impact was definitely equivalent to two or three patrol officers. In fact, it could be said that Jimmy's deterrent effect was now greater than that of a robust support force like the SWAT.

Particularly now, if gang cris occurred, Jimmy just needed to go out there, shout a few tis, and they would obediently raise their hands and surrender. There was no need for aggressive assaults or shootouts with criminals. Such was the intimidating power of "Butcher Jimmy."

Jas, looking at Jimmy's unconvinced deanor, couldn't help but feel reflective; Jimmy was still full of youthful vigor.

Jas, "Jimmy, you have to rember, the police are a group. Within this group, there can be outstanding talents, but in terms of our duties, it's the vast number of ordinary police officers that are the foundation of our existence.

Indeed, you are outstanding, but we were here a hundred years before you, and we don't rely on any one individual to punish criminals or maintain public order; we do it as a whole group.

So, Jimmy, whatever you ultimately decide, I support you. Don't worry about whether the county police will face any problems due to your departure; that's not for you to consider."