Jimmy didn't stop the car; instead, he continued driving forward, planning to check if the follower would come after him again after two more streets.

Fishing requires patience. Having pressed redial to notify Mahong that the car behind him had disappeared, Jimmy asked them to hurry over and continued circling the streets. This time, he observed all the cars behind him. With his current extraordinary spiritual power boost, Jimmy's memory was incredibly sharp. After just two or three loops, he had memorized every car that repeatedly appeared behind him.

Three cars reappeared multiple times: one was the black Explorer from before, yes, it showed up again for two streets and then disappeared. The other two were a silver Honda and a black Nissan, both very common and inconspicuous on the street, easily ignored if not for Jimmy's excellent memory.

Jimmy called Mahong, reported the description and plate numbers of the three cars because they had been taking turns following him. At any given time, only one, or at most two, of these cars would be present. The previous plan targeting a single car was no longer viable. To catch all three would require a significant number of people.

Jimmy, "Mahong, get in touch with NYPD. Let's temporarily impose traffic control on a block and see if we can lure them all in."

Mahong, "Got it, be careful."

Jimmy was at a bit of a loss today. He had planned just to go out for a spin and then head home, so he drove his own CLS, not a fleet car, making the unexpected tailing particularly annoying. Shit, this was his newly purchased car, for Christ's sake. He just hoped to hell there wouldn't be a damn gunfight today.

The cars behind seemed to sense something was off. Jimmy had been driving around for almost an hour without any signs of parking, and after a few more turns, all three vehicles had vanished. Jimmy waited for a couple more streets but saw no sign of them, disrupting his plan completely. He turned around at an upcoming intersection and began to search proactively in the direction where they disappeared, informing Mahong at the same time to use NYPD's road surveillance to track their whereabouts.

Jimmy regretted not having his fleet car, which was equipped with a car radio. If he had been driving the fleet car, it would have been more convenient to use the radio to directly contact the NYPD dispatch center and patrol officers to look for them.

After searching for quite some time, Jimmy couldn't find the three cars; they must have left directly without waiting around for him.

Meeting up with Mahong and the others, Jimmy got out of the car, he and Mahong stood on the sidewalk, staring at each other. This was a bit much, wasn't it? Three individuals with three cars tailing him—what grudge did they have?

Jimmy took out a cigarette and passed one to Mahong, who normally didn't smoke but now lit up as well. The two of them stood on the sidewalk, smoking and discussing the situation. After putting out their cigarettes, Mahong and Philicia went to check the surveillance while Jimmy headed straight to psychologist Mary's studio.

When Mahong was reporting the early morning gunman attack on Jimmy to Hughes, he also put forward his own suggestion, hoping that Jimmy would undergo psychological intervention. Hughes agreed, and Mahong made the arrangements.

Mahong wasn't familiar with the psychologists within the department and had picked one at random from the system. After reviewing Jimmy's records, with Mary having been responsible for his previous psychological interventions, Mahong naturally chose Mary. Female doctors are often more relaxing, so Mahong had already called Mary early in the morning.

For Jimmy, psychological intervention at Mary's was nothing new. Mary had appointments already scheduled, but upon receiving a call from the FBI and Jimmy arriving only two hours later, she had to cancel later appointments to see him first.

Mary, "Jimmy, why didn't you call in advance?"

Jimmy, "To give you a surprise. A gift for you."

Jimmy took out a small box from his bag and handed it to Mary.

Mary said "Thank you" and opened the box directly, revealing a small tea cup. It was a black glazed Jian ware tea cup, a "private collection" bought by Jimmy from a store in Manhattan's Chinatown where he buys tea leaves.

When they say "private collection," it really just means it isn't publicly displayed for sale in the shop. Jimmy had already seen several cups of the same shape using Heart Eye in the cabinet from which the owner took the cup.

Mary picked up the cup, examined it, and then put it back in the box. "Thank you for the gift, Jimmy. So, what's going on?"

Jimmy's expression appeared hurt and saddened, "Am I such a snob that I must have a reason to give a gift?"

Mary shook her head and continued making tea.

Jimmy, "It's been a while since I last saw you, couldn't just come empty-handed. This cup needs to be aged; first clean it with toothpaste and water, then boil it in purified water, let it soak after turning off the heat, and finally boil it in tea for an hour before letting it dry naturally."

Mary looked up at Jimmy, raising an eyebrow, "Is that really necessary?"

Jimmy, leaning back on the sofa, "That's what the owner who sold it to me said; it helps the flavor of the tea permeate the cup while eliminating other smells, nurturing the cup with warmth."

Mary nodded, "This is the first time I've heard of such a complicated preparation. Is it necessary for all cups?"

Jimmy, "No, just this cup. I'm not sure about the others."

Mary, "Alright, I'll take care of it when I get home. What's happened this time? Your superior didn't explain clearly this morning, and I haven't had a chance to check the files."

Jimmy, "Someone entered my house early in the morning, and there was a shootout, just like that."

Mary was shocked by Jimmy's casual tone. Prior incidents were usually related to his cases and happened outside; this time it was in his own home. Could he really be so nonchalant about it?

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