Julia glanced at Jimmy, Jimmy nodded, Julia walked to the bar and extended her hand to shake with Rice saying: "FBI Special Agent Julia Lee, Mr. Rice, we're here to ask you about some matters."

She opened a file she was holding in her left hand and took out two photos, "Mr. Rice, have you seen these two people?"

Rice reached out to take the photos and looked at them carefully, "I have an impression, they should have been to my bar, but I'm not familiar with them, they're just customers, and it seems I haven't seen them for a while."

Julia smiled at Rice, "They just came to your bar a few days ago."

Rice: "Really? I don't have any impression."

Julia: "We know what you do..."

Jimmy reached out and patted Julia on the shoulder, "Let me handle it."

Jimmy looked at Rice: "As a middle man, doing business for more than a decade isn't easy, and I guess you wouldn't want a wave of people coming here for inspections every day, right?"

Rice's expression originally carried a smile, but Jimmy's words were too threatening, "I don't understand what you're saying."

Jimmy: "Fire safety inspections, liquor license checks, structural building checks, or I can arrange for two patrol cars to circle the front door every night."

Seeing Rice's expression turn serious but remaining silent, he added more to the pressure: "Don't be so serious, relax a bit, I'm just talking. Haha... or maybe the DEA, ATF, or IRS could bring you some joy?"

Rice dropped his hands from the front and placed them on the bar counter, "What exactly do you want? Who are you?"

Jimmy extended his right hand, "FBI Special Agent Jimmy Yang, nice to meet you."

Rice took a deep breath, his smile returned, and he extended his right hand to shake with Jimmy, "Michael Rice, nice to meet you."

Jimmy: "So, can we talk now? You know why we came to your bar. If you can't guess our target, I have to question your intelligence gathering ability, Mr. Rice."

Rice: "Just call me Michael, Agent Yang."

Jimmy: "OK, Michael."

Rice withdrew his right hand, "I understand your intentions, but they're not my people."

Jimmy: "Go on."

Rice turned to look at the photo wall on the shelf behind the bar, took a deep breath to adjust his mood, and plucked a group photo from the wall: "Will Scott." He placed the photo on the bar, facing Jimmy, and pointed at one of the bald strong men, "Joseph was recruited by him."

Jimmy looked at the photo, "Real name?"

Rice: "Yes, this photo was taken ten years ago, three years ago, Will joined a Mercenary Corps, went abroad, and returned a year ago, then he stayed in the country, didn't go out again.

A few months ago, he recruited some people to form a temporary security team, the kind without certificates, but in a protective mission, they were wiped out, only he survived, and the person they were protecting was also killed.

Joseph was recruited by him a month ago, after that, I don't know what they did. After the shooting incident happened, I realized Joseph was involved in the shooting, they haven't appeared these days, I don't know where they are."

Jimmy: "Is that all?"

Rice: "Yes."

Jimmy was about to speak when suddenly someone pushed the door open from outside, a short-haired man walked in, "Old Sea Eagle, why did you open so early today? Get me a glass of beer."

He walked towards the bar, interrupting the conversation between Jimmy and Rice, Jimmy thought for a moment, picked up the photo, "OK, then we'll leave first, goodbye."

Jimmy handed the photo to Julia, the two turned and left, the man who came in sat at the bar, turned his head to watch Jimmy and Julia leave, then looked at Rice: "This outfit doesn't look like it's for drinking, got any new jobs? Tell me, I just happen to need some money."

Rice: "No, you don't meet their requirements, if there's a mission you can do, I'll tell you." He turned around and served the customer a glass of fresh beer on the bar, "Your beer."

Jimmy and Julia got into the car, drove back to the FBI office, "Julia, get the tech department to enhance the photo, find out about this Will Scott, at least we can now confirm that Black Wolf's clue is real."

Julia: "Are we really going to abandon Black Wolf? What about Mark?"

Jimmy: "Relax, Black Wolf will get what he wants, and we'll get what we want."

They could release Black Wolf, but Sergeyev from the Crimson Wolf pack wouldn't let Black Wolf off easily, when they went looking for Black Wolf, Black Wolf shot and injured two of their men, they would definitely enforce clan rules on Black Wolf.

Thinking about it, Jimmy turned the car around, Sergeyev's nightclub was not very far away, Jimmy parked the car near the nightclub, "Julia, wait for me here for a moment."

He got out of the car and went to the nightclub's back door, knocked a few times, and looked at the surveillance camera on the door frame.

Soon, with a "beep", the door opened, Jimmy walked in and looked at the security guard at the back door, "I'm looking for Sergeyev."

Security: "He's not here now."

Jimmy: "Call him, tell him the FBI is here. I'll wait for him ten minutes."

Actually, Jimmy waited for less than ten minutes, Sergeyev was nearby, he returned to the nightclub as soon as he received the call.

Sergeyev opened the office door laughing loudly and walked towards Jimmy, "Agent Yang, great to see you. How can I help you?"

Jimmy looked at Sergeyev, "How are your people?"

Sergeyev: "Not bad, except one unlucky guy who got locked up for speeding. Did you catch him?"

Jimmy: "Yeah, we've used him, he'll be able to leave the hospital soon."

Sergeyev: "Leave the hospital? To jail?"

Jimmy: "No, he'll go home."

Sergeyev stared wide-eyed at Jimmy, the wrinkles on his forehead coming out, "What?"

Jimmy: "I'm just here to let you know, alright, I'm heading back."

Jimmy reached the door and grabbed the handle, paused, he didn't turn around but just glanced at Sergeyev, "I don't really want to see him again, send him my regards."

Sergeyev nodded slightly, Jimmy opened the door and walked out, returned to his car and drove back to the office.

Inside the elevator, Jimmy said to Julia, "Check out Will Scott, verify identity, meanwhile investigate the surveillance around the bar to locate Will's whereabouts. I'm heading to the admin department, my car needs a bit of repair."

The elevator door opened, Jimmy was about to walk out, then stopped, "You go look for Tim Dunn in the admin department later, I've applied for a car for you and Mark, go get the keys."

Julia: "Alright."

Jimmy went to the admin department, found Tim Dunn once again, "Tim, I'm back."

Tim: "So, what do you need now?"

Jimmy: "My front bumper needs replacing, had a minor accident."

"Bang," Tim slapped his forehead, "Damn! Jimmy, can you cherish your car a little? How many times is it now?"

Jimmy: "Just a little mishap. Hey, can you fix it up with a crash bar this time? I prefer it sturdier."

Tim: "Just leave, I don't want to see you, go, now!"

Jimmy laughed and nodded, "I'll leave it to you then. I've got some good booze on my side, you know." With that, he turned and left Tim's office.

Tim watched Jimmy's departing figure, shook his head helplessly, opened the system to search for backup vehicles, picked up the desk phone, made a call, and arranged for a crash bar kit to be added to a backup Suburban, hoping this time it would last longer.

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