Jimmy was wearing leather shoes, and the sound of walking on the floor was still a bit loud, so he had to relax and walk slowly, trying not to make any noise. He slowly felt his way to the stairs and moved up little by little. Fortunately, he hadn't alerted anyone upstairs. After searching the room around, he walked towards another room.

Jimmy reached the second floor, and as soon as he approached the door, the person inside turned his head toward the entrance and then drew his handgun at the door.

"FBI, put down the gun, and surrender!" Jimmy stopped by the side of the door and shouted.

The person inside didn't respond but slowly moved toward the window with the gun still aimed at the door. Judging from his gun-holding posture, it was at least certain he was professionally trained.

"Put down the gun. I know you're in there. Give up resisting and surrender, or I'll fire," Jimmy continued to shout, aiming at the side of the door.

The person inside remained vigilant and approached the window, pulling it with one hand. It was evident he planned to leave through the window.

Jimmy didn't wait any longer. He gently twisted the door handle, pushed the door open slightly, and immediately shifted his position, kicking the door wide open. The person inside also gave up the idea of opening the window and directly shot at the door.

Jimmy didn't intend to engage in a shootout. After kicking open the door, he dodged to the side. It was pitch-black here, and the person inside was shooting without a specific target, just aiming to cover the door area. Standing at the doorway would likely result in getting shot.

The gunfire paused momentarily, and Jimmy saw him press the magazine release latch, as the magazine fell out. At that point, the other hand was about to load another magazine; time was running out.

He turned sideways and fired two shots at the gunman, one hitting the right arm and another hitting the leg. With a "clang," the gunman's handgun fell to the ground, and he hadn't even placed the spare magazine in.

"Don't move, and raise your hands," Jimmy shouted while aiming. The gunman grunted, releasing the magazine from his left hand and reaching toward his waist. Jimmy fired another shot, hitting the left arm, completely neutralizing his resistance. The gunman didn't move again but shouted loudly, "Run."

Jimmy heard him shout "run" and immediately turned to look behind. There was no one else in the villa; he was likely notifying those still on the rubber boat to leave quickly.

Jimmy walked over in the darkness, "Don't move, or I'll shoot. Raise your hands and turn around." He first kicked away the handgun on the floor, then searched him, pulling another gun from his waist and throwing it to the ground. He also removed a dagger from his leg before allowing him to turn around.

Jimmy backed up to the doorway and turned on the room's light, finally able to see the person in front of him clearly. He was wearing a short-sleeve swimwear with shorts, a hood covering his head, sneakers, gloves, and a wide belt around his waist, similar to a police duty belt, with various small pouches and holsters attached.

"Don't move," Jimmy warned, took out his phone, and called Christopher Lee. "Lee, I'm at Rivera's villa. I've captured an armed burglar, and there was a shootout."

Lee: "What? Are you sure?"

Jimmy: "Yes, get someone over here as soon as possible. I didn't bring handcuffs, plus the gunman was shot three times and needs immediate medical attention. Please arrange an ambulance."

Lee: "Ten minutes."

Jimmy: "OK."

Jimmy hung up the phone and pointed to the ground for the gunman, "Sit down. Where's your accomplice?"

The gunman only grunted, suppressing the pain, without saying a word. Jimmy walked over, and now with light, he could see that the gunman had a small earpiece in his right ear. He reached over to remove it and placed it to his ear, but no sound came from it. It seemed they had been communicating through it before.

Jimmy didn't continue questioning him; he just stood by the door watching him, occasionally glancing at the villa and the surroundings. The gunfire just now might have alarmed the neighbors; through Heart Eye Observation, he could see the people in the next villa already panicking and taking cover. Indeed, with two shootouts happening in this villa, the neighbors were quite unlucky.

Two minutes later, two police cars approached with sirens blaring, and four officers leaped from their cars and rushed towards the villa, "Palm Beach Police Department."

"FBI, I've secured the scene. You can enter through the back door," Jimmy shouted from upstairs without going down. The officers at the door tried the front door, and two officers went to the backyard before entering the villa from the back door.

Jimmy saw the officers with handguns ascending the stairs, "FBI, don't shoot."

The officers came to verify Jimmy's identity, handcuffed the gunman, and called the dispatch center to arrange for an ambulance. After a few more minutes, Lee and his colleagues finally arrived.

Lee had the keys to the villa and directly opened the front door. Seeing Jimmy, he shouted, "What happened?"

Jimmy: "Lee, I was staking out at the villa, and when I discovered someone entering, I followed up, leading to a shootout."

Lee, somewhat excited, questioned with disbelief, "You, a Yankee, caught someone without any conclusions? Why were you staking out here?"

Jimmy: "Calm down, I just thought they might come back, and it was pure luck. They're in your hands now."

Lee took a deep breath, "Thank you."

The ambulance arrived, and Lee and his team accompanied it to the hospital. Jimmy drove off to the hospital.

Dave had called him earlier, so even if he ended up waking him, it wouldn't be a problem.