Jimmy returned home and had a good sleep. When he woke up in the afternoon, he realized he had missed calls from Mahong and Ruiz on his phone.

Strange, why hadn't he heard the ringtone? Jimmy checked and found that he had silenced his phone before the fight in the early hours and forgot to turn it back on. Damn, he hoped it wasn't anything serious.

Jimmy first called Ruiz back. Ruiz hung up directly, which seemed inconvenient. While he was still thinking about it, Ruiz called back.

Ruiz: "Jimmy, don't go running around these next few days, stay at home." Click, the call was ended.

Jimmy was filled with question marks. What was going on?

After pondering for a while and coming up with nothing, he returned Mahong's call, "Hi, Mahong, what's up?"

Mahong: "Jimmy, rest up at home for a couple of days. Wait for my call in the next few days."

Jimmy: "What's happened?"

Mahong: "It's not clear yet, we'll see in a couple of days. That's that."

Jimmy sat there, holding his phone in a daze. What was going on? Why were both of them calling to tell him not to wander around? Had he gotten himself into trouble recently?

Jimmy thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what he had done wrong. Thinking about the people he knew in the department, there seemed to be few who were well-informed and connected. Moreover, he felt a bit awkward to ask, especially since the two people closest to him didn't give the reason. Probably others, even if they knew, wouldn't speak out directly. Well, overthinking was pointless—come what may, let things happen as they would.

Jimmy got up and tidied up, then he opened the fridge and fixed himself something to eat to stave off his hunger. Speaking of which, having a big fridge really was useful. One shopping trip's worth of food could last a week, which for someone like him who could suddenly need to work late or travel, the idea of shopping on schedule was a luxury. It was better to stock up in one go, and if anything went bad, he'd just throw it out. After all, he wasn't too heartbroken about it.

While eating, he gave Nia a call. Nia was finally free; her canceled time off had been reinstated. She could rest for three days this time. Unfortunately, due to recent events, she couldn't take a consecutive leave, but three days was still better than a weekend. Finally, some good news.

Jimmy was watching TV when he heard a knock at the door; he went to open it and then carried Nia into his room, kicking the door shut with his foot.

Sitting on the couch, Jimmy asked, "How's it going on your end? Is that previous case sorted out?"

Nia, who was originally smiling, suddenly looked deflated, "Let's not talk about it. That case has been shelved. Chuck investigated for two days, but the trail went cold, and there was no way to continue."

Jimmy: "It's good that the case is on hold; that group isn't easy to deal with. You've seen the information I gave Chuck, right?"

Nia nodded, and Jimmy continued, "Cases involving military veterans are the most troublesome. They usually have a bunch of former comrades, which makes it easy for things to escalate. Since nothing more has come up for now, let's leave it. You guys should also be careful. If you really stir them up, you might not be able to handle a few ex-military guys."

Nia was a bit defiant, "What about military veterans? We have more people."

Jimmy raised an eyebrow, "What good does having more people do? Just last night, four of us raided a gang. There were a dozen people in the house, and we still caught them without a single injury. You guys don't encounter many experts in your usual cases, don't underestimate these people."

Nia looked incredulous, "They surrendered just like that?"

Jimmy: "No, we had to breach the door, and there was a gunfight. Don't compare the cases we handle to the usual cases you encounter; they really aren't the same."

Nia pouted. She had heard about Jimmy's nickname and had seen the video of him taking on six opponents; she really couldn't refute him. Considering Jimmy's combat skills, it'd likely take more than three units of police to even attempt to catch him. If guns were involved, probably even more police force wouldn't stand a chance.

In fact, most police officers don't get a chance to shoot. Usually, the idea is to deter with a gun, outnumber the opponent, and wait for backup before making an arrest. There aren't many officers in a police department who get to fire their weapon, and even fewer with a record of actually killing someone.

In a year, police officers in the United States kill just over a thousand suspects, which, when distributed across fifty states and divided among various departments, ends up being not that many. Comparing police officers to the FBI isn't quite fair. The number of people the FBI kills isn't publicly reported, but just by looking at the cases they handle, it's clear they deal with some tough individuals. As the FBI's elite HRT team deploys over a hundred times a year, the number of suspects they kill is definitely substantial.

Jimmy: "Alright, let's not talk about the cases anymore. What do you want for dinner?"

Nia giggled, picked up her small bag, and took out two tickets, "I've already eaten. But someone gave me a couple of tickets; want to check it out?"

Jimmy extended his hand to take the tickets, "What tickets? Let me see."

Nia: "Broadway's 'Beauty and the Beast', tonight's show."

Jimmy: "Wow, did you buy these tickets? How did you know I was off today?"

Nia, grinning, said, "Hehe, of course, I didn't buy them. I grabbed them from home on my way out this morning."

JImmy looked at Nia's expression and couldn't help but chuckle a bit. It seemed someone at her home was going to be upset. Being able to buy two musical tickets, it was very likely her father who had bought them, planning for a couple's night out. He wondered if the concept of a 'daddy's girl' applied here in the United States—but this one had certainly turned into a little black heart.

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