Jimmy inspected his two warehouses, and had just talked to James that since it was difficult to drive in Manhattan, he would take a plane there, and that his suitcase needed to be streamlined, leaving only some clothes and belongings, and throwing the rest into the warehouse in his name.

Another warehouse rented in someone else's name, Jimmy also checked, he took some cash and a few gold coins, because he didn't get a mission from Justin for a long time before going to the FBI Academy, Jimmy now has a total of 4 gold coins, except for the one he brought with him, there are only 3 in the warehouse.

Jimmy packed his suitcase, but the FBI rifle and his revolver were all with him, and he didn't put them in his suitcase.

As FBI agents, they are allowed to carry guns on commercial flights, because the TSA and commercial airlines do not want to have FBI agents present on board the plane or other situations where they are not armed and unable to stop the crime.

Under the Accessible Arms Carriage Clause of the Code of Federal Regulations, federal agents are allowed to carry armed firearms on their planes on duty, as long as they notify the airline of their flight in advance.

By the way, the two gangsters used Jimmy's black guns to use the two guns they stole from Jimmy, and those two guns are now used as evidence in the LRPD evidence room to eat ashes, and Jimmy is not interested in getting it back, and it is too annoying to go through the formalities, in case the 92F with a silencer is involved again, it will be even more troublesome.

Superintendent Chris, who had asked LRPD before, to help him erase the lost pistol, and there was no sound for most of the year, indicating that Chris's side was very clean, and now Jimmy went to find fault with himself to get the gun back, and if something really happened, Superintendent Chris's side would also be implicated.

Jimmy prepared all the things he wanted to bring to New York, then locked the warehouse, went to the management office to renew the two warehouses, and then left, went to the West District office, this time he didn't know when he would come back, he had to meet with Karg and Noah, so as not to be counted down by them in the future, so that colleagues and friends would not say hello to change places, and they couldn't say it.

After all the things on the Little Rock side were taken care of, Jimmy left the county police station directly in the afternoon and set off for the airport, ready to fly directly to LaGuardia Airport in New York.

When Jimmy arrived at the airport, he first informed them at the service desk that he needed to bring a gun on the plane, filled out a form, and then bought a ticket to New York in 1 hour, and then used his FBI ID to carry a gun through the security check alone, and the security officer checked the weapon in a special lane, and then waited for the flight in the terminal.

Jimmy is not a rich man now, of course, he is not engaged in first class, he can only squeeze in the economy class with others, Jimmy's current body is already a very strong kind, not fat, not a muscular man, just very strong, in the FBI Academy for 5 months, their physical trainers have not stopped training them, to ensure that everyone has enough physical strength to complete other training content, this is not an easy task.

However, it was more difficult to be an economy class seat with this body type, and Jimmy didn't complain about anything, just put up with it a little and waited for the plane to land.

Because of the firearm, Jimmy can't enjoy any alcoholic beverages on the plane, which is annoying, in fact, this kind of aggrieved journey, can have a glass of wine or a small bottle of beer, which can make him relax a little, but unfortunately, according to the regulations, in the case of carrying a firearm, drinking alcohol on the plane is not allowed.

After 911, there were usually 1-2 armed air police officers on commercial flights of airlines, but they were all plainclothes, and Jimmy was not interested in everyone looking at them, so he didn't greet them, but they must have known that there was an FBI agent with weapons on this flight, maybe not just Jimmy.

At night, when the plane landed, Jimmy took his suitcase and took a taxi directly to Brooklyn, he couldn't report at night, so he found a small hotel near Manhattan in Brooklyn on the map and stayed for one night, of course, not the kind of 4 or 5-star hotel that costs hundreds of thousands of dollars a night, just a small hotel on the side of the road, more than 100 a night, barely clean, Jimmy is not so picky, as long as he can spend one night, he can report the next day.

All night without incident, of course, just Jimmy was fine, the police car siren in his ears can often be heard, it seems that the security level of New York is very problematic, Jimmy used a chair to get stuck under the doorknob before going to bed, giving himself an extra insurance, although it seems that this hotel is okay, but who knows, safety first.

The next morning, Jimmy got up early, freshened up, changed into a suit, and hung the pistol holster on his belt.

Jimmy's Arkansas CCW (Concealed Gun License) is useless in New York, and it is not recognized here, but his FBI license is real, so it is no problem to carry two guns with him, all concealed guns. FBI credentials can ensure that Jimmy has a gun throughout the United States, even in government agencies, courts, and other situations where private firearms are prohibited.

After Jimmy checked out, he took a taxi with his luggage to Federation Plaza in Manhattan, which is the building of federal agencies, where many federal agencies are located, and the FBI is on the 23rd floor.

Jimmy enters the building, uses his FBI ID to go through security, and takes the elevator up to the 23rd floor, the entire floor is the FBI office area, Jimmy comes to the front desk and opens his ID.

Jimmy showed his ID to the front desk: "Hi, I'm the new agent Jimmy Young, I'm reporting to Agent Tim Dunn." ”

Front desk: "Wait a minute. The front desk picked up the phone and called Tim Dunn.

Front desk: "Tim, there's a new agent, Jimmy Young, at the front desk, looking for you." OK。 ”

The front desk hung up the phone and said to Jimmy, "Wait a minute, Tim will come right over." ”

Jimmy: "Okay. What's your name? ”

Front desk: "Stephanie." ”

Jimmy: "Stephanie, your blue eyes are so pretty. ”

The front desk smiled: "Thank you." ”

Jimmy stood at the edge of the front desk and waited, there was no reception area, not even a chair, well, the average person who came to the FBI would not have to sit and wait at the front desk.

After a while, a middle-aged man, in his 40s, white, with slightly curly brown hair, came out of it.

Tim Dunn: "Hi, I'm Tim Dunn from Administration, you're Jimmy Young, right?" ”

Jimmy reached out and shook Tim's hand, "Yes, I'm Jimmy, just graduated from Quantice's academy and was assigned to New York. ”

Tim: "Come with me, let's go in and talk." ”

Jimmy dragged his suitcase and followed Tim into a conference room, where Tim told Jimmy to wait for a while before leaving.