North America Gunman Detective

Chapter 1423 768: The Next Target

Mrs. Harriton's attention has always been focused on internal personnel. Including prior news that someone was plotting against her, it was also inside information, which is why she provided Jimmy a series of data about shareholders and heads of subsidiary companies. Now, the reason Jimmy presented has made her somewhat uncertain. Could it really be someone else?

However, this isn't something that can be casually recalled, after all, she's not very familiar with the things Mr. Harriton used to do. After thinking for a moment, Mrs. Harriton said, "I understand, Agent Yang. I think I need some time to verify this, afterwards I'll arrange for Sebastian to contact you."

Jimmy nodded, stood up directly, and shook hands with Mrs. Harriton: "Then I'll wait for news from you. I hope you understand, I'm on your side now, more than anyone I hope you won't encounter any mishaps. Goodbye, Mrs. Harriton."

Jimmy wasn't interested in chatting too much with Mrs. Harriton, as long as he sets the bait, given the situation she's facing, it's enough for her and those around to speculate various reasonable guesses. This is much more useful than if Jimmy explains it himself.

Accompanied by a bodyguard, Jimmy left the apartment building and got into the car to leave.

Mrs. Harriton's bodyguards number at least six, with only three visible. One led Jimmy upstairs, while two provided close protection. But in the adjoining room, Jimmy could see three people already standing by the door, two of whom had drawn their pistols, likely prepared in case Jimmy did something.

This also proves that Mrs. Harriton and her bodyguards are now extremely tense. The hint he provided has torn open a small opening in that tension; perhaps soon they will present Jimmy with a surprise.

Jimmy drove past a phone shop, bought a prepaid phone, got back in the car, and contacted Charon at the hotel to look for an intelligence dealer who could provide him with phone location information. Of course, it's not a one-time transaction, he might contact them at any time to investigate location information soon.

Charon is quite reliable; he neither refused nor agreed over the phone. But just ten minutes later, Jimmy's newly bought prepaid phone received a message with a nickname and a phone number.

Jimmy drove out of the city, found a quiet spot to park, and dialed the number: "Beaver, I need some intel."

Beaver's voice was slightly tense: "Who are you? How did you get my number?"

Jimmy: "The hotel."

Beaver's tone relaxed a bit, "OK, you know the rules, right?"

Jimmy: "Just some phone location information. They're all ordinary people."

Beaver: "OK, go ahead."

Jimmy: "I'll send you a message, send back the coordinates to me."

Beaver: "Don't be too early; I might not be awake yet. Goodbye."

Jimmy hung up, not interested in knowing who Beaver is. But judging by the voice, the age shouldn't be much, very likely a hacker with some warrants. There are many such people in the United States, even records with marked suspects in FBI data Jimmy previously reviewed. Most of these people are monitored by the FBI, with regular checks to confirm their whereabouts.

However, the FBI is not God; they can't monitor everyone. Many people have skills, and providing intelligence to hotel operations isn't much; no one can fully control these people.

Still, this is good news for Jimmy, as it's broad daylight, and there's no need to act now. Their locations will definitely change, and following them in daylight is too easily exposed.

Nonetheless, he prepares. Jimmy bought a set of old clothes, parked the car at the hotel parking lot, left, changed clothes, prepared the car, and then waited until night to drive to Southern Los Angeles.

This is the chaotic region of Los Angeles, with gangs rampant. For Jimmy, these places are where supplies come from. Besides gang members, no one will alert the police unless Jimmy's unlucky.

Jimmy parked the car on a lane without lights, got out in casual attire, pulled up his hood, wore gloves, and strolled with hands in pockets.

Though chaotic, suitable opportunities aren't available all the time. Jimmy chose a side street, circled back, and had stuffed three pistols in his coat pocket. But those gangsters didn't have spare magazines or bullets, so Jimmy had to keep all three guns to avoid accidents.

Back in the car, Jimmy sent some recorded phone numbers to Beaver. For such internet-addicted teens, nighttime is their normal activity time, so Jimmy received text replies with only some GPS coordinates after about ten minutes.

These coordinates should correspond to the phone numbers he sent over, so Jimmy can easily determine each person's location. Now what he needs to do is let them enjoy the thrill.

With GPS locations, Jimmy returned to the hotel, used his computer to check everyone's position, and chose the most critical individual, the second shareholder Lester. This person should have the most motivation to eliminate Mrs. Harriton. Since Mrs. Harriton was threatened by gunfire, the second shareholder has no excuse not to act.

Jimmy quietly descended the fire escape to the hotel basement, it's the kitchen and storage area. As long as he exits through the emergency pass, he can leave the hotel without a trace, without being caught by surveillance.