Unfortunately, Allen's car did not stop in Flushing, where there is a large Chinese community. If Allen's destination had been here, Jimmy could have blended into the crowd, and Allen would not have noticed anyone following him.

Driving along Roosevelt Avenue, they arrived in Corona and stopped on 39th Street. Allen got out of the car with his backpack, looked around, and then walked to a door and rang the bell.

Jones followed Allen to 39th Street, but this time he didn't park a short distance away. Instead, he drove past Allen's car and stopped two parking spaces ahead of it.

Jones got out from the driver's seat and went to the back of the car, where he took out an antenna-like listening device from an equipment box. He cracked open the rear door of the car, aligning the antenna with the house Allen entered.

Since Jones's listening device only had one set of earphones, Jimmy didn't get a chance to hear what was happening inside. But Jimmy had his own way to directly see inside the house; the Heart Eye Skill was like watching a black-and-white wireframe movie, only silent.

Someone opened the door to let Allen in, and after exchanging handshakes, they sat down on the living room sofa. After a brief conversation, Allen opened his backpack and took out something dark, which Jimmy could only see the outline of and couldn't make out the actual item.

Jones was listening in when suddenly he said, "Jimmy, call Peter. Allen has brought over a Middle Eastern antique statue, and now they are appraising it."

Jimmy immediately took out his phone and called Peter, who practically answered instantly.

Peter, "Jimmy, what's up?"

Jimmy, "Peter, we've tracked our target Allen to Corona in Queens, 39th Street. Jones overheard Allen negotiating with someone inside about a Middle Eastern antique statue; they're appraising it right now. We haven't determined what the statue is, and we haven't had a chance to take a photo."

Peter, "Keep an eye on them; I'm on my way."

After Peter said that, he hung up. Since Jimmy was on speakerphone, Jones heard everything and no further explanation from Jimmy was necessary.

The people inside examined the object back and forth, used some tools for the appraisal for about fifteen minutes, and then concluded. They tidied up the coffee table and sat back down on the sofa to discuss the price and when the rest of the goods could be delivered.

Jones had been holding the listening device the whole time, which was quite laborious, because he had to ensure the antenna was always pointing at the window of the room, maintaining a steady right hand without moving carelessly.

"Jimmy, ask Peter when he'll get here. They might be wrapping up soon."

Jimmy dialed Peter's number again, and this time the response was a bit slower, "Jimmy, what's the situation now?"

Jimmy, "Jones heard they might be finishing soon. Where are you, and how long will it take for you to get here?"

Peter, "I'm already in Astoria, Queens, but it looks like it's going to take more than half an hour to get there. The traffic is a bit congested. Tell Jones to, if necessary, bring them in first."

Jimmy, "Understood."

A few minutes later, the person inside left the living room and went into another room that looked like a study. He opened a cabinet, put some items into a bag, and returned to the living room to hand it to Allen.

After checking the contents, Allen stood up, ready to leave.

Jones, "Jimmy, we can't wait for Peter; let's move in."

Jones put aside the listening device, opened the rear door of the car, and got out. Jimmy followed and also exited the car; the two approached Allen's vehicle.

The house door opened, and Allen walked out. Seeing two people standing by his car, he paused.

Allen, "Who are you? Get away from my car."

Jones, "Allen Johnson?"

Allen: "Yes."

Jones took out his wallet, opened it to display his badge and credentials. "FBI, we suspect you're involved in an artifact theft. Please come with us." Jimmy also took out his credentials for a brief show, then tucked them back into his pocket.

Jones put his credentials back in his suit pocket, unhooked handcuffs from his back waist, and walked toward Allen.

Jimmy stood by the car, his right hand on the handle of his gun, while pointing with his left hand at the homeowner following Allen out. "You, stop, don't move."

Jones got next to Allen, reached out to grab Allen's arm, but Allen suddenly threw the bag he was holding at Jones and ran to the side.

Jones dodged the backpack, which delayed him for a moment, and then he immediately chased after Allen. Jimmy didn't pursue; there was still a buyer here. When the homeowner saw Allen running, he also tried to go back inside the house.

Jimmy drew his handgun and pointed it at the homeowner: "Sir, stop, don't move, and put your hands up."

The homeowner, with his back to Jimmy, raised his hands and then turned around: "It has nothing to do with me, I'm not familiar with him."

Jimmy removed the handcuffs, still pointing the handgun at the homeowner, and slowly walked over: "Whether it's related or not, we need to investigate. For now, you are being detained until my colleague returns to decide."

The homeowner cooperated, and Jimmy handcuffed his hands, then had him sit on the steps in front of the house.

Jimmy holstered his gun and turned to look in the direction where Jones chased after Allen. Fortunately, Jones was still in great shape. Allen had only escaped about twenty or thirty meters before being tackled to the ground by Jones.

Jones handcuffed Allen, pulled him up, and brought him back to where Jimmy was. Jimmy had already picked up the backpack from the ground. Jones seated Allen on the steps as well, and they could finally relax a bit, with Jones hands on his hips, catching his breath.

Jimmy: "Do we take them back with us now or wait for Peter to come?"

Jones: "Let's wait for them to come. Our surveillance car isn't convenient for transporting them."

Jimmy pulled out his cell phone from his pocket and called Peter: "Peter, we've caught them, and the buyer is here too. Hurry over."

Peter: "Wait a few more minutes."

Jimmy hung up the phone, "They'll be here in a few minutes."

Allen Johnson and the buyer probably both knew that what they had done was somewhat problematic; both of them had the same posture, hands behind their backs, heads bowed, staring at the ground, silent.

Jones and Jimmy waited. After a while, four cars stopped on the road, and Peter got down from the lead car and walked over.

"Where's the statue?"

Jimmy handed Peter the backpack: "This is the payment, and the statue is in the house—caught red-handed."

Peter gestured towards the people in the other three cars who had come out wearing FBI jackets. Two of them entered the house, took the statue from the coffee table, and then took Allen and the buyer to their cars.

Peter patted Jones on the arm: "Good job. Let's go, we're heading back."

Jimmy: "Peter, did you arrange someone to watch over in the Bronx?"

Peter: "Yeah, I've already sent the surveillance team there. Let's go back and interrogate first, then apply for a search warrant."

Peter turned and went back to his own car, while Jones and Jimmy got back into the surveillance vehicle and drove back to Federal Square together.

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