Faced with this mess, Jimmy felt helpless. He's no longer a county police officer, nor a CIA agent. If he leaves the FBI now, what else can he do? Should he let his father-in-law arrange for him to join the NYPD and handle cases all day? Everyone else is moving up, does he have to step back from a federal agent to become a city police officer?
With a disgruntled look, Jimmy left the bar directly. He wasn't in the mood to chat with Woody, so he walked home. However, before entering, he had adjusted his mood and decided not to burden Nia with his troubles.
Time passed quickly, and the Christmas holiday soon ended. Jimmy checked the three guns on him in front of the mirror, touched the dagger behind his waist, adjusted his suit and tie in the mirror, grabbed his long coat from the side, and left home once he was sure everything was in order.
A new year, a new position; he already knew the result in advance, and Jimmy had fully accepted the arrangement made by Ruiz and his team.
