Jim looked at the other person for a while, "Wait a moment."

Jim walked to the corner, opened a locked box, took out a wooden box from it, and opened the box to reveal an oil painting depicting mainly people: a semi-nude woman, a running child, and a man on a galloping horse.

Vincent took out a glasses case from his pocket, put on the glasses, and sighed, "This painting 'Rome' is Sivenson Pierger's masterpiece. The last time I saw it was at an auction, but unfortunately, those bastards from the Getty Museum snatched it away."

Vincent stared at the oil painting for a long time, his face showing excitement, "This is it, no mistake."

"Is this Sivenson Pierger's original work?"

Jim didn't answer directly and didn't confirm the authenticity, "I just acquired this painting yesterday for 200,000 US Dollars."

This sounded a bit awkward. Generally, sellers would boast about their products extensively, but Jim didn't say much about the oil painting, instead emphasizing that he spent 200,000 to purchase it.

A genuine businessman wouldn't disclose their purchase price, otherwise, how could they sell the product at a higher price?

Upon careful thought, perhaps Jim had another implication: you decide if it's real or fake, but I bought it for 200,000 US Dollars, surely, I wouldn't spend that much on a fake painting.

Vincent shifted his gaze, "How much do you want to sell it for?"

"400,000 US Dollars."

"Bought for 200,000, selling for 400,000, that's a 200,000 US Dollar profit in and out.

Isn't this business too easy?"

"It is worth that price."

"How about 300,000 US Dollars?"

"I'm just following the rules."

"Cash."

Jim remained unmoved.

Vincent again looked at the oil painting, "Is this oil painting real?"

"Do you think I'd spend 200,000 US Dollars on a fake painting?"

"Where did this painting come from?"

"Bought it from a friend, I'm taking quite a risk, so I deserve this 200,000 US Dollar profit."

"As far as I know, this oil painting originally belonged to the Getty Museum. It was stolen by a gang of thieves recently, wasn't that you?"

"It has nothing to do with me."

"Then why is this painting in your possession?"

"If you want to buy the painting, you are welcome; if you're here to cause trouble, please leave." Jim said sternly, adopting a posture of seeing the visitor off.

"You're a slippery one." Vincent initially wanted to probe further, but the other party was evasive, unwilling to reveal the origin of the painting or its authenticity, adopting a take-it-or-leave-it attitude.

Vincent felt there wasn't much to pursue, and bowed his head, "Bring them in."

Jim frowned slightly, "Who are you talking to?"

"My boss." Vincent did not conceal it.

Jim closed the box containing the painting, "Who are you?"

"LAPD."

"Wow, it's my first time seeing an LAPD of your age."

"There are many things you haven't seen. Better think about how to get yourself out of this."

Jim didn't seem anxious, "Can I see your badge?"

"Do you want to see my ass?"

Jim "…"

Old pervert.

"If you are really a cop, why don't you dare to show it to me?"

"If that painting was bought for 200,000 US Dollars, why not tell me if it's real?

Besides, did I ask you to do anything? What makes you think I should show you my badge?"

Jim chuckled dryly. It was the first time he had seen such a policeman, more like an old rogue.

"Da da…" Footsteps sounded from outside.

Jim looked outside and saw a familiar figure, "Captain Lee, why are you here?"

Luke didn't answer, and walked over to the painting, "Mr. Jim, you have a talent for finding things that our police couldn't."

Jim forced a smile, "You may have misunderstood.

This painting is not the original, but a high-quality replica."

Deputy Vincent snorted, "You spent 200,000 US Dollars on a high-quality replica, are you stupid or are we?"

"Sorry, I lied about the purchase price.

This oil painting wasn't acquired for 200,000 US Dollars; it was bought for 1,000 US Dollars." Jim opened the box and showed the painting to Luke, "This is an antique shop; we have all sorts of stuff.

Lately, many people have been looking for Sivenson Pierger's works, so I got one."

Luke looked at the painting, but he couldn't appreciate it or tell if it was genuine or not, "The original 'Rome' is kept at the Getty Museum, and it was stolen by a gang recently. Were you aware of that?"

Jim looked at Luke, sweat on his forehead, hesitated for a moment, and nodded, "I know."

"Are you involved?"

"No."

Jim looked at Luke, and there was no disappointment on Luke's face.

Upon receiving this information, Luke knew the chances of it being the real painting were slim. Those robbers were meticulous and cautious; it was unlikely they would take such a huge risk to sell the painting hastily.

The reason he personally led the investigation was for other purposes.

Since Jim got involved in this case, whether or not he was connected to the robbers, he wouldn't be getting away easily.