Jimmy didn't wander far, just like in Portland before, he needed to see the aftermath, the key was whether there were any side effects.

Jimmy drove near Boston University, checked into a hotel, left his suitcase in the room, dealt with some personal matters in the bathroom, then called Winston, "It's done, the rest is up to you."

Winston: "Oh, OK, we'll talk when you get back."

Jimmy: "Yeah, do you have people here? Clean up the loose ends."

Winston: "Relax, we'll handle it."

Jimmy hung up the phone, checked the time, and immediately went out to find a mall and bought some clothes, disguising himself to blend in with the students around.

Jimmy wasn't that old to begin with, and being Asian made him look younger. After changing clothes, claiming to be a college student didn't seem out of place at all, so whether walking on the street or mingling around, it was effortless to blend into the crowd and not be noticeable at all.

After stuffing himself with seafood feasts for several days, Jimmy couldn't take it anymore. This time he honestly found a steakhouse to change the taste. If he were more familiar with Boston, he'd even look for Chinatown for some hot pot or a plate of dumplings.

This time visiting Boston, Jimmy was only investigating gang information, and he forgot to check where Boston's Chinese quarter was mainly because he didn't expect to eat so much seafood on this trip, getting a bit sick of it.

Back in the hotel room, Jimmy turned on the TV and switched to the news channel without changing it. The case made it to the news, but the police didn't provide their investigative progress, only saying they suspected it might be an internal gang conflict or a dispute between gangs.

Jimmy didn't know the progress of the police investigation, but he was still relatively confident. At least on the scene, he didn't leave any significant clues. The few gunshots fired left shell casings on the scene, and Jimmy didn't leave any fingerprint information on them, so even if they were found, it wouldn't be a problem.

Early the next morning, Jimmy checked out and drove back to New York, the matter settled. Bearing the backup identity Tom prepared for him, wandering around Boston was inconvenient. As for past recreational activities, he wasn't interested now, and it would be more enjoyable to go back to New York to accompany Nia than to watch TV in a hotel.

Jimmy took the CIA's suitcase to a storage warehouse in Brooklyn, placing the binoculars, night vision goggles, and handgun inside, left with an empty suitcase, and threw it into a big trash bin.

This sturdy suitcase didn't look cheap, and it definitely wouldn't last until tomorrow in the trash bin before being picked up by someone. The number of homeless in New York exceeds the limit, and once it reaches them, no one can retrieve it again.

This time the car's disposal plan needed to change, Jimmy drove to the InterContinental Hotel. The familiar Charon was again at the front desk, and since he was there, Winston should also be around.

Charon clearly already recognized Jimmy, placing his hands on his abdomen, smiling slightly and nodding, "Welcome to the InterContinental Hotel, Mr. Yang. How can I help you?"

Jimmy: "Hi, Charon, is the manager in?"

Charon: "Please wait a moment." He picked up the phone to notify Winston, then hung up and looked at Jimmy, "The manager is on the top floor, need me to accompany you up?"

Jimmy welcomed the suggestion with a smile: "Thanks, but there's no need, I'll go up myself."

Jimmy took the elevator up to the top floor with ease; Winston wasn't on the rooftop today but in the room.

Winston rose to welcome Jimmy, "Hi, Jimmy. Tough work."

Jimmy shook hands with Winston with a smile, then sat down, "Winston, did your people verify? The task is done."

Winston: "Certainly, the task is completed, and their people are already handling the follow-up matters."

Jimmy: "OK, then I'm relieved. So, when can I get my payment?"

Winston: "The payment will take one or two days, I'll arrange for someone to send it over to you."

Jimmy: "Alright, then I'll head back first. Goodbye, Winston."

Winston: "Goodbye."

Jimmy returned to the hotel lobby, "Hi, Charon, could you call a car to take me back? You can just deal with my car."

Charon: "Of course, Mr. Yang, please hold on."

Charon left the front desk, called someone over nearby, whispered something, and the person came over to Jimmy saying, "Mr. Yang, please follow me."

Jimmy: "Thank you. Goodbye, Charon."

Charon: "Goodbye, Mr. Yang."

Returning smoothly to the apartment downstairs, Jimmy tipped after alighting, and the hotel's person drove off.

Climbing up with the key, Jimmy threw himself onto the sofa after entering the apartment, finally able to rest.

These two tasks this time count as debts of gratitude, the work done differs too much from his profession, but at least the people killed were ones Jimmy wouldn't be too heartbroken over, though it felt a bit unpleasant at times, but it was finished.

This wasn't just a repayment to Winston, but also to settle the favor owed for letting Justin spot him money in the South, which isn't a bad harvest, not too much of a loss. Also, he needs to think carefully; Winston still holds a lot of his cash, all black money. If he wants the InterContinental Hotel's help to launder it, the fee might not be small.

This can be thought through slowly, shouldn't be a big problem. Regarding the InterContinental Hotel, at least for now, their existence is still beneficial to Jimmy, especially with the task he dropped over at Winston's, swiftly completed, efficiency unparalleled, without exposing himself.