Jimmy waited slowly in the car, bored, and called Nia. Previously he had told Nia that he was going to be transferred to the Ministry of Internal Affairs and would no longer be doing fieldwork. However, once his suspension ended and he returned to the FBI office, he started roaming around again.

Nia initially thought they could spend more time together and properly discuss future plans, but as soon as Jimmy went back to work, he disappeared again. When he finally called her, he was already in Chicago, Illinois. After chatting at night for the past few days, he had run off to Palm Beach, Florida. It was baffling why a transfer to the Ministry of Internal Affairs resulted in him traveling to more places.

Calculating the time, less than a month had passed since Jimmy's suspension, and he had already been to Portland, Maine; Boston, Massachusetts; Chicago, Illinois; and Palm Beach, Florida. Those who knew said it was for handling cases; those who didn't might think he had become a long-haul truck driver.

Jimmy knew he was in the wrong, so he apologized humbly over the phone, offered comfort, and verbally signed an unequal treaty, finally managing to appease Nia.

After hanging up the phone, Jimmy let out a breath and looked around.

The public safety here in Wellington was quite good. Jimmy felt it was a piece of good news that no one came to knock on his car window while he was making phone calls in the car. If it had been in some parts of New York, parking and making phone calls inside his car by the road might have a high probability of someone knocking on the window or possibly even bringing a weapon.

The villa's small building wasn't very large, but it had a great location. The front yard lawn was too large, about twenty meters from the road. This distance was the most troublesome; if Jimmy wanted to get closer, this distance could easily be seen by occasional passing cars on the road. He couldn't go straight through the middle, as the villa's occupants would see him, so he had to choose to detour and approach from the back.

Jimmy waited a while longer, and with fewer cars on the road, he got out and locked the car, then sneaked around from the side of the villa.

This time, Jimmy was underprepared. Besides disposable gloves, he hadn't brought anything else, not even cable ties. Mainly, he hadn't anticipated the need to take action so quickly. The whole day he had been watching the Miami office colleagues investigate clues, leaving no time for preparation.

There were five people in this apartment, all adults with no children. They were scattered between the first and second floors of the apartment. Besides two people in the living room, the others were alone in separate rooms.

Judging only by their behavior, there seemed to be nothing unusual. But in a room on the first floor with drawn curtains blocking the light, someone was operating a computer, and the setup of that room caught Jimmy's attention.

If Heart Eye's intuition was correct, there was a large display screen composed of multiple monitors placed up, down, left, and right in front of that person. How much content needed processing to require so many displays? Even in the FBI and Anti-Terrorism Bureau command centers, Jimmy hadn't seen one person using so many displays; it was more common for multiple people to collaborate on tasks.

Additionally, beside this person's desk was a trolley with neatly arranged equipment, with multiple wires running out from it, likely a computer host. This was quite exaggerated for a home computer host. If this heap of equipment were all computer hosts, this guy was definitely not ordinary.

Because there were people in the living room, Jimmy didn't consider jumping straight in. He crouched under the backyard window, listening to the sounds inside, then moved around to the nearest distance to each room to continue eavesdropping. Unfortunately, these people seemed like they had social phobia, with no communication at all.

As he got closer, Jimmy could see more details. Although Heart Eye's vision couldn't distinguish colors or specific items, he could still judge the oddities of this group based on outlines.

Besides the person in front of the computer, the others' clothing was noticeably not loungewear, being very snug without much sign of movement when they moved. They weren't exercising, implying that they wore tight clothing. Two guns were placed on the table in front of the two people in the living room, along with a few small bags.

The other two individuals in separate rooms were resting, with one lying on a bed, and the other sitting in a chair with a book in hand.

Now Jimmy could entirely confirm that this group had issues, though he still didn't know who they were.

Jimmy checked the time; it was a little after 11. Generally, if there were nothing going on, it was about time for a regular person to rest. Yet, these individuals showed no signs of movement, especially the two in the living room, who just sat on the sofa watching TV without speaking.

After some consideration, Jimmy decided to return to the car. Standing watch here was pointless; he couldn't just break in and capture them all for questioning. So he decided to wait in the car.

Having worked continuously for two days, from Chicago to Palm Beach, Jimmy hadn't rested in a while, only sleeping for two to three hours. Watching the lit villa, Jimmy was reluctant to continue waiting. He checked his watch; he'd give it until 1 AM. No matter what happened, he planned to end this and return to the hotel for rest.

As it turned out, Jimmy's luck returned. Just when he was about to give up and leave, the villa lights started to go out, and simultaneously, four people carried boxes out of the villa and got into two cars, leaving only one person in the villa, the one operating the computer.

Jimmy perked up; it seemed his luck was good, as they were likely up to something. The two cars started, headlights on, and drove from the villa entrance to the road, while Jimmy turned off his headlights. After they drove onto the road and left, he started his engine and pursued them with his lights off.