North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 235
It's a pity that Alan's car didn't stop in Flushing. There are many Chinese people in Flushing. If Alan's destination is here, Alan won't find anyone following him if Jimmy is mixed in the crowd.

Came to Corona along Roosevelt Avenue, stopped at 39th Street, Allen got out of the car with his backpack, looked around, walked to the door, and rang the doorbell.

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

Jones came to the car from the driver's seat, took out the antenna-like monitor from the equipment box, opened the back door of the car, and the antenna faced the house that Allen entered.

Jones’s monitor only has a set of headphones, so Jimmy has no chance to hear the sound inside, but he also has his own way to directly see the situation inside the house. The skill of Mind Eye is equivalent to watching a black and white wireframe movie, still silent .

A person opened the door to let Allen in. After shaking hands, the two came to sit on the sofa in the living room. After talking for a few words, Allen opened the backpack and took out a black thing from it. Jimmy could only look at it. When you see the outline, you can't see the real thing, and you don't know what it is.

Jones was listening, and suddenly he said: "Jimmy, call Peter, what Allen brought over is an antique statue from the Middle East, and they are now identifying it."

Jimmy immediately took out the phone and called Peter, who basically answered in seconds.

Peter: "Jimmy, what's up?"

Jimmy: "Peter, our tracking target Allen came to Corona, Queens, 39th Street, Jones heard on the monitor that Allen was trading Middle Eastern antique statues with the people in the room, and it is now being identified. We have not yet determined what it is Statue, no chance to take pictures."

Peter: "You keep an eye on them, I'll be right there."

After Peter finished speaking, he hung up the phone, because Jimmy was on the outside, and Jones heard it too, so there was no need for Jimmy to repeat it.

The people in the house looked over and over, and took some tools from the side to identify for more than ten minutes. Finally, the two of them cleared the coffee table, sat back on the sofa, and began to discuss the price and when other goods would be delivered.

Jones kept holding the monitor, which was hard work, because to ensure that the antenna was pointed at the window of the room, he kept his right hand steady and could not move freely.

"Jimmy, ask Peter when he'll be here, they're probably almost over."

Jimmy called Peter again, and this time he answered a little slower: "Jimmy, what's going on now?"

Jimmy: "Jones heard they're almost done. Where are you? How long will it be?"

Peter: "I have arrived in Astoria, Queens, and it will take more than half an hour. The road is a bit congested. Tell Jones, and bring someone back if necessary."

Jimmy: "Understood."

After a few minutes, the people in the room left the living room and walked into another room, which seemed to be the study room. He opened a cabinet, took things into bags, and returned to the living room to hand them to Alan.

Allen checked and stood up to leave.

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

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

The door opened, and Allen walked out. He saw two people standing beside his car, and he couldn't help but pause.

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

Jones: "Alan Johnson?"

Allen: "Yes."

Jones took out his wallet and opened it, showing his police badge and identification. "FBI, we suspect that you are related to a theft of cultural relics, please come with us." Jimmy also took out his ID, flashed it, and then put it back in his pocket.

Jones put the ID back in his suit pocket, took off the handcuffs from his waist, and walked towards Allen.

Jimmy stood by the car, with his right hand on the gun handle at his waist, and his left hand pointed to the homeowner who followed Allen, "You, stop, don't move."

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

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

Jimmy directly pulled out the pistol and pointed it at the homeowner: "Sir, stop still and raise your hands."

The homeowner turned 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 took off the handcuffs, pointed a pistol at the owner, and walked slowly over: "We need to investigate whether there is a relationship. Now you are temporarily detained, and we will decide when my colleague returns."

The homeowner was cooperative, and Jimmy handcuffed him and made him sit on the front steps of the house.

Jimmy put the gun back into the holster, turned around and looked in the direction Jones was chasing after. Fortunately, Jones was still in great physical condition. Allen only escaped 30 meters before being thrown to the ground by Jones.

Jones put handcuffs on Allen, pulled him up and returned to Jimmy, 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: "Should we just take them back or wait for Peter to come?"

Jones: "Wait for them to come, our surveillance car is not convenient to take them."

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

Peter: "Just a few more minutes."

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

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

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

"Where's the statue?"

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

Peter waved to the back, and a few people wearing FBI jackets got out of the three cars behind, and two people walked into the house and got the statue from the coffee table, and then took Allen and the buyer to their car.

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

Jimmy: "Peter, is there someone in the Bronx to keep an eye on it?"

Peter: "Well, the monitoring team has been sent over. Let's go back and interrogate first, and apply for a search warrant."

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

(End of this chapter)