Jimmy and the others indeed found a suspect on surveillance, but the clarity of the footage was insufficient, and it was nighttime, with inadequate lighting in the surrounding environment; they could only make out the figure and clothing, with facial features a blur.

However, the clothes were indeed similar to those of the bank robber, and the build was similar too, which qualified the individual as a high-priority suspect.

Ray: "Let's start with an investigation, these kind of burglaries are often committed by locals, I'll contact the police station. Thanks, Jimmy."

Jimmy smiled and patted Ray on the back, "OK, I have something to do tomorrow, so you'll have to handle the investigation first."

Ray nodded and stood to leave.

Jimmy had been right there when the phone call came through, and though he didn't know who was on the other side, he indeed had made an appointment to meet someone at his farm the next day.

Jimmy was only temporarily reassigned and wasn't a subordinate of Ray's, so he definitely had more freedom. Moreover, Jimmy had done Ray quite a few favors before, so even if he was just out to play, it was no problem. One person short for a day wouldn't make much difference in the investigation.

After Ray left, Jimmy continued to examine other clues—investigative work is indeed tedious.

There are many farms in Texas, most with a substantial amount of land, many over 200 hectares. Lambert Farm appeared large, but it was only mid-sized compared to others. Unlike many farms, Lambert Farm had a large forest to its east, which along with growing crops, also provided a leisure activity—hunting.

Jimmy drove to the farm, pushed open the gate leading straight to the main building, and drove right up to the front.

Hearing the car horn, Lambert walked out of the door, now dressed in casual attire, wearing roomy overalls and a cowboy hat, he looked every bit the real rancher.

Jimmy was also decked out in a shirt, jeans, and cowboy hat, although he wasn't wearing overalls nor did he have Lambert's particular vibe.

Lambert: "Hey, Jimmy, you're pretty early."

Jimmy shut the car door and raised his hand in greeting: "Good morning, Lambert, why the sudden call to have me come here?"

Lambert gestured: "Come on in."

Once inside the living room, Jimmy was surprised: "Hughes, what are you doing here?"

Hughes's attire was different from Lambert's, with graying hair and an earth-toned tactical shirt and pants, he looked more like someone from the military: "I'm just here for some leisurely hunting. Is your case wrapped up?"

Jimmy smiled: "They're calling me back, huh? I've actually missed you guys." Jimmy stepped forward and hugged Hughes, "Yeah, you look like you're here for hunting."

Lambert clapped his hands: "OK, everyone's here, we can get going. Jimmy, what'll you be using?" Lambert opened a nearby cabinet, which housed four shotguns in a row, with two hunting knives on the rack below.

Jimmy: "Any is fine, what are we hunting?"

Lambert: "Turkey and rabbit, this Weaverby is for you."

Jimmy picked up a Weaverby Vanguard, which looked fairly new though it had quite a few signs of use, .223 Remington rounds, and since they were targeting small animals, a small caliber was not an issue.

Lambert and Hughes both used the same old guns, Browning BAR hunting rifles, with bullets of course different from Jimmy's, .30-06 rounds.

Strictly speaking, hunting on Lambert Farm was somewhat against the rules, Lambert himself was fine, Texas hunting regulations dictate that a landowner can hunt on his own farm without a license, but Jimmy and Hughes had not obtained hunting permits from the Texas Department of Natural Resources. However, generally nobody cared around here, and even if someone did come by, facing two FBI Senior Executives and a Senior Agent, they probably wouldn't go looking for trouble.

Jimmy and the others arrived at the edge of the forest to look for game, but luck was not on their side as they didn't find any suitable prey for over half an hour. Jimmy was the first among the three to score, he spotted a groundhog in the field and after getting the nod from Lambert, aimed and shot, killing the animal with a single bullet.

Jimmy said with a smile: "Finally got one, this is my first time hunting groundhogs, pretty fun."

Lambert: "The timing isn't great right now, if we wait a while longer we could hunt wild boars and white-tailed deer."

Jimmy: "I think it's quite nice, hunting is about relaxation, it doesn't matter what we hunt."

Lambert: "Hughes?"

Hughes nodded to Lambert, then turned to Jimmy: "Jimmy, you've been involved with some major stuff lately."

Jimmy had known there would be trouble since he arrived at the farm and saw Hughes. Sure enough, barely had he fired a single shot when Hughes opened up. These two old guys just couldn't let a person enjoy a moment.

The smile on Jimmy's face faded as he calmly said: "It's been ok, things have been handled, nearly over I guess."

Hughes: "Is anyone else missing?"

Jimmy nodded. "I have a lead, but the person isn't around here."

Hughes: "Then tell me, what's your identity? Who do you work for?"

Jimmy was silent for a while, slung the shotgun over his shoulder, and took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket, lighting one for each person.

Jimmy: "There are some things I can't say."

Hughes: "Then tell me what you can."

Jimmy: "I can assure you that I'm not the enemy. Right now, I'm just an FBI agent."

Hughes looked at Jimmy, and all three of them were smoking, with the smoke swirling in front of them. Lambert, sensing the conversation turning a bit stiff, said, "Jimmy, we need an answer. Do you realize the impact of dozens of people going missing in just a few days? Who took care of it for you?"

Jimmy nodded again. "I know, but I can ensure they have no evidence. I can't give you an answer, only that I've always served the Federation."

Hughes: "Where did you learn to shoot like that?"

Jimmy: "I can't say."

Hughes: "Your real name?"

Jimmy: "Jimmy Yang, from Little Rock, Arkansas, former county police. All of that is true."

Hughes: "You're lying. What about before county police? The records show you were successfully recruited by the State Police and attended the police academy, receiving your police officer certification. But they don't remember you at all; your information is only in the archive."

Jimmy shook his head. "Those are my real records."

Hughes: "Why doesn't anyone remember your previous records, including school? There are very few Chinese Americans in Little Rock, and they don't remember any Chinese American classmates."

Jimmy had no answers; those records had been fabricated. First, they established him as a person, and then Tom was responsible for filling in the records in various places, of course, without any actual existence of such a person.

Hughes: "Who made these records for you? CIA? Was joining the FBI their arrangement as well?"

Jimmy kept shaking his head. "I can't say. Joining the FBI was my own choice, unrelated to anyone else."

Hughes: "What's your mission? Tell me something, Jimmy!"

Jimmy sighed. "I have no mission; I'm clean."

Lambert pulled Hughes back; Jimmy's refusals were making Hughes a bit impatient. "Jimmy, tell us something, will you? We don't need you to get into specifics, but we need to confirm your identity."

After some thought, Jimmy decided to reveal a bit. If he didn't disclose anything, his FBI career would likely be over. "I received training from certain people within the country, but at the end of the training, they didn't assign any field missions—just put me to sleep domestically.

I became county police just to make a living, and transferring to the FBI was my own decision, too. It's a hobby and a choice of mine, unrelated to others.

I haven't done anything harmful to the Bureau, nor have I performed any missions.

Trust me, I'm not lying. Now, I'm a Senior Agent in the FBI."

Lambert looked at Hughes. "Hughes."

Hughes: "Yeah, CIA, it must be them. Jimmy, is there anything else you want to say?"

Jimmy glanced at Lambert and Hughes. This meeting would likely decide his future crossroads. "Hughes, please believe that I am a qualified FBI agent. I won't become your problem.

I have my own life now, and I'm quite satisfied with it. I don't seek change. I'm already dealing with some issues and believe I will soon get out of this trouble. Trust me, I can handle it."

Hughes nodded and looked at Lambert. "I don't want to go today without firing a single shot. Let's go, continue hunting."

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