Jimmy had been watching these two people closely; for them to be conducting surveillance here, they must not be anything major figures. It's even possible they're simply hired to monitor for a few days without knowing who's pulling the strings.

After making a phone call, the two continued to wait in the room as the people upstairs kept observing from the window.

A mistake was made; Pam should have turned on the light when leaving the house. It wouldn't use much electricity, but at least it could delay them a bit longer. Now they've just returned to the surveillance point and spotted something unusual.

If the delay could have continued, it might have offered the chance to follow them to their hideout. But once they returned and detected something off, chances are they'll contact their superiors and be extra cautious, which makes it unlikely they'll go back to their hideout.

After some time, the person on the first floor received another phone call, then went upstairs to tell something to the person on the second floor, and the two of them resumed waiting.

This was a complete test of Jimmy's patience; tackling both would likely cause considerable commotion, resulting in a troublesome situation if discovered or reported. Jimmy was fully utilizing his FBI identity in this operation, including the purchase of the car.

Had he visited more used car dealerships, he might have bought a car with cash that wouldn't require registration. Unfortunately, Jimmy wasn't familiar with Chicago at all, making it challenging.

Late at night, with the streets nearly empty and devoid of traffic, the two inside finally decided to step out. They glanced around as they approached Mahong's ex-wife's house. One stood guard while the other bent over to unlock the door, entering the premises.

Jimmy watched them circle the room, with the lights off, presumedly using flashlights. Since the house was empty, they had no findings; after merely circling, they exited, softly shut the door, and returned to their place.

Excellent, upon returning to the house, they began packing things, seemingly to depart. One of them downstairs was making a call on a cellphone.

A few minutes later, both were carrying bags and left the house, turning off the lights, locking up, and boarded a roadside car, driving away.

Jimmy smirked, started the car without turning on the lights, trailing some distance behind them before turning on the headlights. He had no worry of losing them, even with two cars in-between.

The car drove all the way to South Chicago, where Jimmy glanced around and frowned. South Chicago is the area most should avoid within Chicago's city limits; its law enforcement situation is indeed concerning.

Despite it being midnight, Jimmy could still spot some individuals active on street corners, a glimpse at their demeanor revealing their typical character. Remarkably, although police patrols were evident earlier, they noticeably dwindled deeper into South District.

Continuing into the depths of South District, the car ahead eventually halted in front of a building. Without stopping, Jimmy drove past them slowly. Though he glanced at Chicago's map previously, the exact location now was uncertain; it definitely wasn't a secure area.

The two disembarked without looking around, immediately opened the door, and entered the building while Jimmy turned around up ahead and came back. The inside lights were already switched on.

This must be their home or operation base; no one else inside the building, just those two, and surrounding households had their lights out, suggesting everyone was asleep, making Jimmy's mission much easier.

Jimmy didn't linger any longer; donning a cap, gloves, and mask, he stepped out of the car, moved behind the house, tested the windows, and directly climbed into the room.

Inside, the two had separated; one had gone to the upstairs bedroom, sitting in a chair, sorting items pulled out from a box onto the table. The other stayed in the living room, fetched a drink from the fridge, and relaxed on the couch.

Jimmy assessed the layout carefully, preparing to ambush the person in the living room first. He positioned himself, waiting, as when the person on the couch set down the beer can and stood up, he emerged from hiding to strike, landing a punch on the person's head. Seizing the moment as he staggered backward, he grabbed his clothes, following with a chokehold, and swiftly subdued him.

Jimmy loosened his grip, pressed a finger to the man's carotid artery to check his pulse; there was no cause for worry, merely unconsciousness but not dead. He then retrieved the man's handgun, took zip ties from his pocket, and bound the man's hands and feet, finally at ease.

Jimmy proceeded upstairs quietly, creeping to the second floor. The bedroom door was shut; during his downstairs action, he was quite vigorous, yet the sound uttered by the person wasn't loud enough to alert upstairs.

Drawing his pistol, Jimmy approached the bedroom door, thrust it open, aimed at the seated person, "Don't move. No shouting. Raise your hands."

The person, originally working on the computer, swiveled swiftly upon hearing Jimmy's voice, spotting the gun pointed towards himself, promptly raised hands, "Hey, I surrender, please don't shoot."

Jimmy: "Rise, turn back to me." The individual complied thoroughly, actions echoing substantial experience.

Jimmy bound his hands behind his back, after searching, confirming he carried no weapons, dragged a chair over, and let him sit.