Jimmy changed the magazine; now there's no element of surprise from the ambush, it was time to compete in marksmanship.

The three people on the dock were caught off guard by the ambush and were now hiding behind crates, just starting to pull out their guns to counterattack. However, they were firing blindly, and their bullets were far from where Jimmy was, way off the mark.

Jimmy focused on the people behind the crates, waiting for their gunfire to cease. When they poked out to observe, he fired again, taking one out, leaving the other two to probably change magazines. After a few shots, they immediately stood up to jump onto a boat.

Jimmy didn't give them the chance to escape. Once they stood up, they became bigger targets. Jimmy quickly fired, hitting one as he was jumping onto the boat, causing him to fall down, while the other fell directly into the sea, fate unknown.

After confirming the dock was cleared, with only one person whose status was uncertain, Jimmy took out his phone and made a call, "It's done, you can come clean up now."

He could see the person floating on the sea motionless. If he was still alive, finishing him off before others arrived was no problem at all.

After waiting for a minute with no movement, Jimmy emerged from behind the truck, approached the dock and fired another round into the grounded man and the one in the sea to make sure they wouldn't spring back to life. As for the person on the boat, he was now lying inside it, with his legs hanging over the side, seemingly not an issue anymore.

He opened a damaged wooden crate on the ground, and couldn't help smacking his lips. Inside the crate were five AKs arranged side by side. Beneath them were wooden racks to stabilize the AKs, with surrounding materials like straw for shock absorption.

Jimmy didn't know what a regular weapons transport crate looked like, but this wooden crate seemed too cheap regardless. As for the models of those AKs, it was uncertain since Jimmy was not familiar with the AK series, having used more of the M16s and M4s.

Were all these crates filled with weapons? Jimmy glanced at the other crates; they were all intact. Unless he pried them open, there was no way to see what was inside. He could only open that one because its lid had fallen off from a drop.

Jimmy didn't inspect them further, leaving the dock directly and hiding nearby to wait. Soon, two vehicles approached from a distance, parking beside the truck - one sedan and one truck. Four people got out of the vehicles, one went to open the truck door, while the other three headed straight to the dock. Jimmy watched as they quickly loaded crates into the truck, along with lifting and moving the bodies onto the truck.

Due to the distance and poor lighting, Jimmy couldn't see the specifics clearly, but he confirmed at least two people boarded the boat and sailed away.

Jimmy frowned watching their actions; something was off. He anticipated them moving the goods and bodies, but from the start of the shootout till now, 20 minutes had passed, why hadn't the police shown up?

During the investigation today, the agent clearly mentioned that the patrol frequency here was quite good, and the gunfire could definitely be heard by nearby residents, who should have called the police. No matter the situation, 20 minutes was enough time for the patrol officers to arrive, the situation here was not as simple as it seemed.

Jimmy returned to his car, reinstalled the license plate, turned to look at the dock; the two trucks and the sedan all started up, turning around to leave the dock.

The count wasn't right; four people exited the car earlier, so there must have been a driver who never got out, making it five people in total. Now two people left by boat, and three were driving the three vehicles away, leaving the dock in peace.

Jimmy returned to the driver's seat, removed his bullet-proof vest, started the car and followed the convoy from a distance, the sedan leading and the two trucks following.

As Jimmy followed the convoy onto Tuki Bridge, he finally heard the sound of police sirens coming from the city in their direction. These people had some influence to delay the patrol officers' response, allowing them to leave before the police went to the crime scene, something not achievable by ordinary individuals.

Jimmy tailed them throughout, the convoy driving steadily amidst traffic, crossing through Portland and into the South Portland district before they turned west.

After nearly an hour of driving, the convoy reached their destination, the South Portland Industrial Area, where visible was a cluster of factories with tall giant tanks and workshops.

They halted briefly before a factory gate, which soon opened to let them in. Jimmy looked at the surroundings and, without stopping, continued to drive forward.

Once their position was confirmed, and he was sure they hadn't arranged for anyone to take him out, Jimmy felt relieved. Collaborating with CIA operatives required caution. Jimmy wasn't here to mess with these people; he simply wanted to ensure they hadn't planned any follow-up silencing against him.

Though he only saw one crate, the sight of those lined-up AKs indicated they were no joke. This was the United States, the country with the highest per capita gun ownership globally, with gun shops everywhere. In such an environment, smuggling firearms in suggested it was meant for some black market operations.

The CIA was neither short on funds nor personnel, yet they opted to double-cross and eliminate the smugglers to seize the goods. They must have follow-up plans, unlikely aiming just to resell these weapons.

However, whatever they planned to do next no longer concerned Jimmy. That was Caitlin and her team's business as long as it didn't involve him, it was their call—especially since what they smuggled wasn't any of the substances Jimmy despised.