Jimmy was still wondering who Ruiz was chatting with here, but suddenly he was taken aback by that sentence. He blinked and asked, "What? Who? Why?"

Ruiz: "DHS, someone over there has passed a message hoping to transfer you to their side, to the DC headquarters, with good pay, at least GS14."

Jimmy: "Why? I hardly have any interaction with them."

Ruiz: "Just this one time is enough. How many people do you think can pursue a squad of mercenaries in the forest and still kill two without injury? Understand?"

Jimmy: "That's because they were too useless. Three against three, the other side passed through the blockade without injury. In such a messy situation, what could I do? I had to act on my own. By the time they got people over to try blocking the forest, the other side had already vanished. Those were elite mercenaries."

Ruiz pursed his lips. You think everyone is like you? If all agents were judged by Jimmy's standard, how many among the hundreds of thousands of Federation field agents nationwide could surpass that line? Basically one in ten thousand.

Ruiz: "Don't worry, we've already rejected their request. Someone is handling the matter, but you still need to be careful. I'm concerned they might not give up and might reach out to you privately."

Jimmy: "No one has contacted me, don't worry. I'm not the type to run around. I've been in New York for five years and can't be bothered switching places."

Jimmy casually pulled over the cigar box from the coffee table, took a small cigar and lit it. "Is there anything else? Just for this?"

Seeing Jimmy's nonchalant attitude, Ruiz knew he was overthinking. He even contacted Hughes specially for this matter, hoping Hughes could help put in a word with Jason, so that the psychological evaluation wouldn't be written too exaggeratedly.

Hughes and Jason were old acquaintances and had a good relationship, and this time Jason was designated to give Jimmy a psychological evaluation, which was a directive from DC. Among the local New York folks, perhaps only an old-timer like Jason could earn the absolute trust of those big shots at DC headquarters.

Though it was unclear what their intention was, it was possible they planned to transfer Jimmy to headquarters. By tweaking the psychological evaluation even slightly, it could somewhat increase the distrust from headquarters, preventing a mandatory transfer situation.

His previous words were true; DHS showed great interest in Jimmy, but it was vetoed at the DC headquarters. However, the same thought might exist at headquarters too. Alas, being too capable isn't always good; too many people have their eyes on you.

Ruiz: "By the way, take a few more days off. Don't go out these days, just stay home and wait for news."

Jimmy asked in surprise, "Why? Wasn't it already rejected? Shouldn't it not affect my work?"

Of course Ruiz couldn't let him work now. Keeping him out of certain people's sights makes it easier to handle some things. If something noticeable happens during this time, they might not be able to stop it.

Ruiz took a puff of his cigar, exhaled and said, "Of course there are still things that need handling. Although it doesn't necessarily involve you, to be safe, just rest at home for a few days and adjust your mood."

Jimmy: "My good mood is ruined. It's never good to be on someone's mind constantly. When will it end?"

Ruiz: "It's not all bad. There's some good news too. Hughes said it should be soon. Wait for his message; there are benefits for you."

Jimmy: "Oh? He said at my wedding that after my honeymoon he'd send me a gift. Is this it? What is it exactly?"

Ruiz: "You'll find out in a few days, don't rush. It's a good thing. But you'd better prepare a bit. When you receive something good, you need to show appreciation."

Jimmy placed the cigar in his mouth, leaned back on the sofa, smoking and pondering. Hughes is now in the former FBI agent association. It must be some kind of medal selection. As for the cost, it's probably just a donation, which isn't an issue.

With the main topics finished, they slowly smoked cigars, chatting casually. They also talked about Seventeen, who had about recovered now. At least he looked more like a regular FBI agent during usual times.

The only issue was the tattoos on him, which he got during undercover work. Removing them all would be too troublesome, so he chose to retain them. The solution was to dress conservatively, even in the hot summer; he'd still be in a suit. As for the bald head, there was no solution. He can't wear a wig all day long.

David has taken over the anti-mafia group and is doing well. Though not achieving as much as Ruiz once did, he is qualified enough, ensuring the FBI's ability to suppress mafia families. As for his personal deterrence, it would take quite some time to let people know.

Ruiz has dismantled several mafia families before, sending several big bosses to prison. Such achievements aren't what just any anti-mafia group leader can achieve. His heart is dark...

But after becoming assistant agent supervisor, Ruiz no longer goes on field operations and doesn't involve himself in individual group businesses. Relatively speaking, the mafia's fear of him has reduced a lot. After all, with a layer in between, many things just can't be smoothly conveyed.