It's a pity that Allen's car didn't stop in Flushing, where there are many Chinese, if Allen's destination is here, Jimmy is mixed in the crowd, and Allen won't find anyone following him at all.

Along Roosevelt Avenue to Corona, stopping at 39th Street, Allen got out of the car with his backpack, looked left and right, walked to the door, and rang the doorbell.

Jones followed Allen to 39th Street, and this time he didn't stop at a distance, but drove past Allen's car and parked two parking spaces in front of him.

Jones came from the driver's seat to the car, took out the antenna-like monitor from the equipment box, and opened the back door of the car through an opening, and the antenna was pointed at the house that Alan had entered.

Jones's monitor only has a set of headphones, and Jimmy doesn't have a chance to hear the sound inside, but he also has his own way to see directly inside the house, and the skill of the heart eye is equivalent to watching a black and white wireframe movie, which is still silent.

A man opened the door to let Alan in, and after shaking hands, they came to the living room to sit on the sofa, and after a few words, Alan opened his backpack and took out a black object from it, Jimmy could only see the outline, not the real thing, and he didn't know what it was.

Jones was listening, and suddenly he said, "Jimmy, call Peter, Alan brought in an antique statue from the Middle East, and now they're appraising."

Jimmy immediately took out the phone and dialed Peter, who answered almost instantly.

Peter: "Jimmy, what's the matter?"

Jimmy: "Peter, we followed Ellen to Corona, Queens, 39th Street, where Jones heard on his monitor that Alan was trading Middle Eastern antique statues with the people in the room, and they were being identified. We haven't decided what it is, so we haven't had a chance to take pictures."

Peter: "Keep your eyes on them, and I'll be there at once."

Peter hung up the phone after saying that, because Jimmy was on the out, Jones also heard it, and Jimmy didn't need to paraphrase it anymore.

The people in the house looked over and over again, and took what tools from the side to identify for ten minutes, and finally it was over, and the two of them cleaned up the coffee table, sat back on the sofa, and began to discuss the price and when the other goods could be delivered.

Jones kept holding the monitor, which was hard work, because to make sure that the antenna was always pointing at the window of the room, he had to keep his right hand steady and not move at will.

"Jimmy, ask when Peter will arrive, they may be almost over."

Jimmy dialed Peter again, this time a little slower, "Jimmy, what's going on now?"

Jimmy: "Jones heard they were almost over, where are you?" How long will it take to get here?"

Peter: "I've arrived in Estoria, Queens, and it's estimated that it will take more than half an hour, and the road is a bit congested, so you can tell Jones to bring people back if necessary."

Jimmy: "Understood."

After a few minutes, the people in the house left the living room and walked into another room, which looked like a study, he opened a cabinet, took something and put it in a bag, and returned to the living room to give it to Alan.

Alan checked it and stood up to leave.

Jones: "Jimmy, can't wait for Peter, let's go."

….

Jones put the listener aside, opened the back door of the car and got out of the car, Jimmy followed him and got out of the car, and the two came to Allen's car.

The door opened, and Alan stepped out, and he couldn't help but pause when he saw two people standing next to his car.

Allen: "Who are you?" Get out of my car."

Jones: "Alan Johnson?"

Allen: "Yes."

Jones took out his wallet and opened it, showing his badge and ID. "FBI, we suspect you are involved in an artifact theft, please come with us." Jimmy also took out his ID and lit it up, then withdrew his pocket.

Jones put his papers back in his suit pocket, took off the handcuffs from his waist, and walked over to Allen.

Jimmy stood on the side of the car, his right hand resting on the handle of the gun at his waist, and he pointed with his left hand to the owner who had followed Allen out, "You,

Stop, don't move."

Jones came to Allen's side and reached out to grab Allen's arm, but Allen suddenly threw the bag in his hand at Jones and ran to the side.

Jones dodged his backpack to the side, and was also delayed for a while, and immediately chased after Allen, Jimmy didn't chase him, there was another buyer here, and the owner saw Allen running away, and he also wanted to return to the house.

Jimmy pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the owner, "Sir, stop and don't move, raise your hands."

The owner turned his back to Jimmy, put his hands up, and turned around, "It's nothing to do with me, I'm not familiar with him."

Jimmy took off the handcuffs, pointed a pistol at the homeowner, and slowly walked over: "Is there a relationship that we need to investigate, now you are temporarily detained, and we will decide when my colleague returns."

The owner was cooperative, and Jimmy grabbed him by the hands and made him sit on the steps at the front of the house.

Jimmy put the gun back in the holster, turned to look in the direction that Jones was chasing, fortunately, Jones's physical fitness was still great, Alan only escaped twenty or thirty meters, and was thrown to the ground by Jones.

Jones handcuffed Allen, pulled him up and returned to Jimmy's side, Jimmy had already picked up the backpack on the ground, Jones put Allen on the steps, and finally could relax a little, Jones was panting with his hands on his hips.

Jimmy: "Shall we just take them back or wait for Peter?"

Jones: "Wait for them to come, our surveillance car won't be able to take them with us."

Jimmy took out his phone from his pocket and called Peter, "Peter, the man has been caught, the buyer is here, come here as soon as possible."

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Peter: "Wait a few more minutes."

Jimmy hung up, "I'll be there in a few minutes."

Alan Johnson and the buyer probably knew that there was something wrong with what they were doing, and they both made the same movements, with their hands behind their backs, looking down at the ground, without saying a word.

Jones and Jimmy waited here, and after a while, the four cars stopped on the road, and Peter got out of the front car and came over.

"Where's the statue?"

Jimmy gave the backpack to Peter: "This is the payment, the statue is in the house, and everyone has stolen it."

Peter beckoned to the back, and several men in FBI jackets came out of the three cars behind him, and two of them went into the house to get the statue from the coffee table, and then brought Alan and the buyer to their car.

Peter patted Jones on the arm, "Good job. Let's go, let's go back."

Jimmy: "Peter, did someone watch over there in the Bronx?"

Peter: "Well, we've let the surveillance team pass. Let's go back and interrogate and apply for a search warrant."

Peter turned back to his car, and Jones and Jimmy got into the surveillance car and drove back to Federation Square together.

North American Gunslinger Detective.

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