Chapter 1838: 1838
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As the saying goes, every country has its own cultural customs. The streets of the foot basin are very busy, just like the miniature of a society, showing all kinds of life. The night is the heaven of the foot basin people, and the day becomes the hair grave.
In the evening, the foot basin is glittering with neon, and the paper is intoxicated with gold. Tomorrow morning, they will return to their normal appearance. It's really an elusive nation!
The motorcade drove through the bustling downtown area of Tokyo to Narita Airport. Andy looked at the night view of Tokyo outside the window, but his brow was slightly wrinkled. From time to time, he looked at his watch to confirm the time.
The little assistant sitting next to Andy has noticed some abnormalities of the big devil. However, she is smart and doesn't explore curiously. The longer she stays with the big devil, the more she understands something. What she should know will naturally know, what she shouldn't know, and she will never be curious.
At the same time, "in the dead and silent edge of Tokyo in the night, suddenly the roar of motors and dazzling lights cut through the darkness. Five mountain cross-country motorcycles rushed by and rushed into an old factory house.
"Squeak! Whine - "
the brake sound, accompanied by the tire rubbing the ground, under the light, raised the dust all over the sky.
Five people of gloves, black leather clothes, black helmets and express delivery team looked at a black SUV that had opened the trunk in the open space of the factory and looked at each other. Although they couldn't see each other's expression in black, they also set up a bracket, got off the motorcycle and walked to the car.
There was no one on the black SUV, only five file bags in the open trunk. Stephanie picked up one of the file bags, opened it, and reached for a pile of things from inside.
New ID, passport, a cash check, $10000.
"Hoo -"
Stephanie breathed a little bit of dullness, and his tight heart string relaxed for a while. To be honest, he was most worried about the other side's dismounting and killing the donkey. At present, they are safe for the time being.
"Put things down, let's go!"
Then he put the black backpack and guitar box in his hand into the trunk of the car, then picked up the other four file bags, and watched the other four people put the guitar box in the trunk one by one. OTAF put the foot basin famous knife that he had brought when he left in his hand into the trunk. Stephanie looked at OTAF thoughtfully, reached out and pressed Under the trunk auto close button, watch the trunk slowly close.
"Go!"
With that, he quickly walked to another car, which soon started, rushed out of the old factory and disappeared into the night.
"PATA!"
Two men in black suits came out of a dark corner of the old factory, each carrying a pistol. They walked to the side of the car, opened the door, got on the car, and started it. A beautiful reversing tail flicked out of the factory and rushed into the dark night.
Tokyo's Haneda airport, with a pair of glasses and stubble on his face, Stephanie, wearing a windbreaker and a suitcase, walked to the airport security with his passport and ticket.
After successfully passing the security check, he looked back at the long line behind him, then turned his head and stepped towards the waiting hall, with a faint smile on his face.
A convoy of ten black SUVs rolled into the private tarmac of Haneda airport. Andy got off the bus. Some cool wind blew his windbreaker, and it made a big noise.
"Have the couriers left?" Andy, with a smile on his face, asked Martin, looking aside.
"Everything is going well at the moment, just waiting for the plane to take off."
Andy listened, smiled and nodded, watching his bodyguards walking up the gangway with a black suitcase, and then reached out and patted Martin on the shoulder and said, "good, didn't let me down, inform the captain, take off now!"
"All right, boss."
"Ha ha..." Echoing on the open tarmac with a happy laugh, Andy stepped up the gangway with a brisk step, followed by the assistant with high heels.
As the Boeing 747 continues to accelerate on the runway, climb, sit on the plane, Andy, who is already laughing and can't close his mouth, looks at the panoramic projection of the foot pot on the floor under his feet, and sighs heartily: "this trip to the foot pot is really a full return!"
It was a wonderful night for Andy Smith, who returned home with a full load, but for others, it was destined to be sleepless, especially for the footman.
At about 2:00 a.m., the alarm bells in the Ueno area of Kyoto broke the silence of the night completely. The road has been closed. The whole Tokyo National Museum has been put on the yellow line. It has been completely cordoned off. The night sky in front of the National Museum Square has been illuminated by the blue and red alarm lights. Dozens of police cars parked in front of the National Museum door, with their doors open The ugly and panic looking police, while the media reporters who were stopped outside the martial line were frantically photographing and shouting questions, the whole scene was extremely noisy.
At this time, takakuro, the director of the Kyoto police department who had come to Tokyo National Museum for the first time to inquire, stood in a mess on the second floor of the Toyo museum with his eyes wide open, hands clenched, face red and ears red, trembling all over his body, looking at the glass, looted Exhibition cabinets, frames and brackets still on the ground. He knew that this was an impending earthquake He and his department will face unprecedented pressure. Maybe his political career will come to an end."Report, sir..."
Takakuro's dark, black face, a pair of sinister eyes, frightened the secretary who came to report, pale, swallowed the report to his mouth.
"Say it!"
“。。。 Report, sir. The injured security guard has lost too much blood... He died in office. "
"Baga!"
"Cancel all police leave, return to the army immediately, all the roads in and out of Kyoto will be set up for post inspection, all the ports outside Kyoto will be blocked immediately, and the focus will be on the investigation of the Chinese! Especially the Chinese who are ready to leave the foot basin!
Absolutely, we must not let these national treasures leave Kyoto and let all police officers out to investigate all suspicious people. Inform all communities and let them fully assist in the investigation... "
Takakuro is a bit hysterical. He knows that there is not much time left for him, no, for Kyoto or even for the whole bidet. Now it's more than seven hours since the time of the crime. These audacious thieves may have disappeared at the moment. The only thing they can do now is to prevent these valuable cultural relics and national treasures from flowing out of the bidet Once you leave the foot basin, these stolen treasures will disappear completely and become a mystery forever.
However, he also knows that what he has done has little effect. Since the other side can achieve this level, he does not believe that these thieves will not think of the reaction of the foot basin government.
It's over!
He knew that this time he might be in a bad situation. Just as he was losing his mind, his mobile phone rang, and when he saw the call, his face was slightly white, and his fingers were shaking.
"The three days and the moon must be retrieved! Must! "
"Hi! Your majesty, please... "
Takakuro's face is pale, and he wants to say something in fear. The busy tone of didi comes from his mobile phone. He looks at his mobile phone bitterly.
"Three sun and moon zongjin", representing the five swords of the foot basin, one of the five swords in the world, is one of the earliest swords in the foot basin. Whether it is the value of art or the value of materials, it is highly praised and designated as the national treasure by the foot basin government.
These thieves who should go to hell are obviously a cultural relic theft against Xing. Why steal the three days and the moon!
Takakuro is not only a fool, but also very smart. He thought of the theft case as premeditated from the types of stolen cultural relics at the first time. The case against the cultural relics of the Chinese dynasty is likely to be the case made by the people of the Chinese dynasty.
At this time, his cell phone rang again. When he picked it up, he heard the furious roar of the prime minister on the other side of the phone...
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As the saying goes, every country has its own cultural customs. The streets of the foot basin are very busy, just like the miniature of a society, showing all kinds of life. The night is the heaven of the foot basin people, and the day becomes the hair grave.
In the evening, the foot basin is glittering with neon, and the paper is intoxicated with gold. Tomorrow morning, they will return to their normal appearance. It's really an elusive nation!
The motorcade drove through the bustling downtown area of Tokyo to Narita Airport. Andy looked at the night view of Tokyo outside the window, but his brow was slightly wrinkled. From time to time, he looked at his watch to confirm the time.
The little assistant sitting next to Andy has noticed some abnormalities of the big devil. However, she is smart and doesn't explore curiously. The longer she stays with the big devil, the more she understands something. What she should know will naturally know, what she shouldn't know, and she will never be curious.
At the same time, "in the dead and silent edge of Tokyo in the night, suddenly the roar of motors and dazzling lights cut through the darkness. Five mountain cross-country motorcycles rushed by and rushed into an old factory house.
"Squeak! Whine - "
the brake sound, accompanied by the tire rubbing the ground, under the light, raised the dust all over the sky.
Five people of gloves, black leather clothes, black helmets and express delivery team looked at a black SUV that had opened the trunk in the open space of the factory and looked at each other. Although they couldn't see each other's expression in black, they also set up a bracket, got off the motorcycle and walked to the car.
There was no one on the black SUV, only five file bags in the open trunk. Stephanie picked up one of the file bags, opened it, and reached for a pile of things from inside.
New ID, passport, a cash check, $10000.
"Hoo -"
Stephanie breathed a little bit of dullness, and his tight heart string relaxed for a while. To be honest, he was most worried about the other side's dismounting and killing the donkey. At present, they are safe for the time being.
"Put things down, let's go!"
Then he put the black backpack and guitar box in his hand into the trunk of the car, then picked up the other four file bags, and watched the other four people put the guitar box in the trunk one by one. OTAF put the foot basin famous knife that he had brought when he left in his hand into the trunk. Stephanie looked at OTAF thoughtfully, reached out and pressed Under the trunk auto close button, watch the trunk slowly close.
"Go!"
With that, he quickly walked to another car, which soon started, rushed out of the old factory and disappeared into the night.
"PATA!"
Two men in black suits came out of a dark corner of the old factory, each carrying a pistol. They walked to the side of the car, opened the door, got on the car, and started it. A beautiful reversing tail flicked out of the factory and rushed into the dark night.
Tokyo's Haneda airport, with a pair of glasses and stubble on his face, Stephanie, wearing a windbreaker and a suitcase, walked to the airport security with his passport and ticket.
After successfully passing the security check, he looked back at the long line behind him, then turned his head and stepped towards the waiting hall, with a faint smile on his face.
A convoy of ten black SUVs rolled into the private tarmac of Haneda airport. Andy got off the bus. Some cool wind blew his windbreaker, and it made a big noise.
"Have the couriers left?" Andy, with a smile on his face, asked Martin, looking aside.
"Everything is going well at the moment, just waiting for the plane to take off."
Andy listened, smiled and nodded, watching his bodyguards walking up the gangway with a black suitcase, and then reached out and patted Martin on the shoulder and said, "good, didn't let me down, inform the captain, take off now!"
"All right, boss."
"Ha ha..." Echoing on the open tarmac with a happy laugh, Andy stepped up the gangway with a brisk step, followed by the assistant with high heels.
As the Boeing 747 continues to accelerate on the runway, climb, sit on the plane, Andy, who is already laughing and can't close his mouth, looks at the panoramic projection of the foot pot on the floor under his feet, and sighs heartily: "this trip to the foot pot is really a full return!"
It was a wonderful night for Andy Smith, who returned home with a full load, but for others, it was destined to be sleepless, especially for the footman.
At about 2:00 a.m., the alarm bells in the Ueno area of Kyoto broke the silence of the night completely. The road has been closed. The whole Tokyo National Museum has been put on the yellow line. It has been completely cordoned off. The night sky in front of the National Museum Square has been illuminated by the blue and red alarm lights. Dozens of police cars parked in front of the National Museum door, with their doors open The ugly and panic looking police, while the media reporters who were stopped outside the martial line were frantically photographing and shouting questions, the whole scene was extremely noisy.
At this time, takakuro, the director of the Kyoto police department who had come to Tokyo National Museum for the first time to inquire, stood in a mess on the second floor of the Toyo museum with his eyes wide open, hands clenched, face red and ears red, trembling all over his body, looking at the glass, looted Exhibition cabinets, frames and brackets still on the ground. He knew that this was an impending earthquake He and his department will face unprecedented pressure. Maybe his political career will come to an end."Report, sir..."
Takakuro's dark, black face, a pair of sinister eyes, frightened the secretary who came to report, pale, swallowed the report to his mouth.
"Say it!"
“。。。 Report, sir. The injured security guard has lost too much blood... He died in office. "
"Baga!"
"Cancel all police leave, return to the army immediately, all the roads in and out of Kyoto will be set up for post inspection, all the ports outside Kyoto will be blocked immediately, and the focus will be on the investigation of the Chinese! Especially the Chinese who are ready to leave the foot basin!
Absolutely, we must not let these national treasures leave Kyoto and let all police officers out to investigate all suspicious people. Inform all communities and let them fully assist in the investigation... "
Takakuro is a bit hysterical. He knows that there is not much time left for him, no, for Kyoto or even for the whole bidet. Now it's more than seven hours since the time of the crime. These audacious thieves may have disappeared at the moment. The only thing they can do now is to prevent these valuable cultural relics and national treasures from flowing out of the bidet Once you leave the foot basin, these stolen treasures will disappear completely and become a mystery forever.
However, he also knows that what he has done has little effect. Since the other side can achieve this level, he does not believe that these thieves will not think of the reaction of the foot basin government.
It's over!
He knew that this time he might be in a bad situation. Just as he was losing his mind, his mobile phone rang, and when he saw the call, his face was slightly white, and his fingers were shaking.
"The three days and the moon must be retrieved! Must! "
"Hi! Your majesty, please... "
Takakuro's face is pale, and he wants to say something in fear. The busy tone of didi comes from his mobile phone. He looks at his mobile phone bitterly.
"Three sun and moon zongjin", representing the five swords of the foot basin, one of the five swords in the world, is one of the earliest swords in the foot basin. Whether it is the value of art or the value of materials, it is highly praised and designated as the national treasure by the foot basin government.
These thieves who should go to hell are obviously a cultural relic theft against Xing. Why steal the three days and the moon!
Takakuro is not only a fool, but also very smart. He thought of the theft case as premeditated from the types of stolen cultural relics at the first time. The case against the cultural relics of the Chinese dynasty is likely to be the case made by the people of the Chinese dynasty.
At this time, his cell phone rang again. When he picked it up, he heard the furious roar of the prime minister on the other side of the phone...
As the saying goes, every country has its own cultural customs. The streets of the foot basin are very busy, just like the miniature of a society, showing all kinds of life. The night is the heaven of the foot basin people, and the day becomes the hair grave. In the evening, the foot basin is glittering with neon, and the paper is intoxicated with gold. Tomorrow morning, they will return to their normal appearance. It's really an elusive nation! The motorcade drove through the bustling downtown area of Tokyo to Narita Airport. Andy looked at the night view of Tokyo outside the window, but his brow was slightly wrinkled. From time to time, he looked at his watch to confirm the time. The little assistant sitting next to Andy has noticed some abnormalities of the big devil. However, she is smart and doesn't explore curiously. The longer she stays with the big devil, the more she understands something. What she should know will naturally know, what she shouldn't know, and she will never be curious. At the same time, "in the dead and silent edge of Tokyo in the night, suddenly the roar of motors and dazzling lights cut through the darkness. Five mountain cross-country motorcycles rushed by and rushed into an old factory house. "Squeak! Whine - "the brake sound, accompanied by the tire rubbing the ground, under the light, raised the dust all over the sky. Five people of gloves, black leather clothes, black helmets and express delivery team looked at a black SUV that had opened the trunk in the open space of the factory and looked at each other. Although they couldn't see each other's expression in black, they also set up a bracket, got off the motorcycle and walked to the car. There was no one on the black SUV, only five file bags in the open trunk. Stephanie picked up one of the file bags, opened it, and reached for a pile of things from inside. New ID, passport, a cash check, $10000. "Hoo -" Stephanie breathed a little bit of dullness, and his tight heart string relaxed for a while. To be honest, he was most worried about the other side's dismounting and killing the donkey. At present, they are safe for the time being. "Put things down, let's go!" Then he put the black backpack and guitar box in his hand into the trunk of the car, then picked up the other four file bags, and watched the other four people put the guitar box in the trunk one by one. OTAF put the foot basin famous knife that he had brought when he left in his hand into the trunk. Stephanie looked at OTAF thoughtfully, reached out and pressed Under the trunk auto close button, watch the trunk slowly close. "Go!" With that, he quickly walked to another car, which soon started, rushed out of the old factory and disappeared into the night. "PATA!" Two men in black suits came out of a dark corner of the old factory, each carrying a pistol. They walked to the side of the car, opened the door, got on the car, and started it. A beautiful reversing tail flicked out of the factory and rushed into the dark night. Tokyo's Haneda airport, with a pair of glasses and stubble on his face, Stephanie, wearing a windbreaker and a suitcase, walked to the airport security with his passport and ticket. After successfully passing the security check, he looked back at the long line behind him, then turned his head and stepped towards the waiting hall, with a faint smile on his face. A convoy of ten black SUVs rolled into the private tarmac of Haneda airport. Andy got off the bus. Some cool wind blew his windbreaker, and it made a big noise. "Have the couriers left?" Andy, with a smile on his face, asked Martin, looking aside. "Everything is going well at the moment, just waiting for the plane to take off." Andy listened, smiled and nodded, watching his bodyguards walking up the gangway with a black suitcase, and then reached out and patted Martin on the shoulder and said, "good, didn't let me down, inform the captain, take off now!" "All right, boss." "Ha ha..." Echoing on the open tarmac with a happy laugh, Andy stepped up the gangway with a brisk step, followed by the assistant with high heels. As the Boeing 747 continues to accelerate on the runway, climb, sit on the plane, Andy, who is already laughing and can't close his mouth, looks at the panoramic projection of the foot pot on the floor under his feet, and sighs heartily: "this trip to the foot pot is really a full return!" It was a wonderful night for Andy Smith, who returned home with a full load, but for others, it was destined to be sleepless, especially for the footman. At about 2:00 a.m., the alarm bells in the Ueno area of Kyoto broke the silence of the night completely. The road has been closed. The whole Tokyo National Museum has been put on the yellow line. It has been completely cordoned off. The night sky in front of the National Museum Square has been illuminated by the blue and red alarm lights. Dozens of police cars parked in front of the National Museum door, with their doors open The ugly and panic looking police, while the media reporters who were stopped outside the martial line were frantically photographing and shouting questions, the whole scene was extremely noisy. At this time, takakuro, the director of the Kyoto police department who had come to Tokyo National Museum for the first time to inquire, stood in a mess on the second floor of the Toyo museum with his eyes wide open, hands clenched, face red and ears red, trembling all over his body, looking at the glass, looted Exhibition cabinets, frames and brackets still on the ground. He knew that this was an impending earthquake He and his department will face unprecedented pressure. Maybe his political career will come to an end."Report, sir..." Takakuro's dark, black face, a pair of sinister eyes, frightened the secretary who came to report, pale, swallowed the report to his mouth. "Say it!" Report, sir. The injured security guard has lost too much blood... He died in office. " "Baga!" "Cancel all police leave, return to the army immediately, all the roads in and out of Kyoto will be set up for post inspection, all the ports outside Kyoto will be blocked immediately, and the focus will be on the investigation of the Chinese! Especially the Chinese who are ready to leave the foot basin! Absolutely, we must not let these national treasures leave Kyoto and let all police officers out to investigate all suspicious people. Inform all communities and let them fully assist in the investigation... " Takakuro is a bit hysterical. He knows that there is not much time left for him, no, for Kyoto or even for the whole bidet. Now it's more than seven hours since the time of the crime. These audacious thieves may have disappeared at the moment. The only thing they can do now is to prevent these valuable cultural relics and national treasures from flowing out of the bidet Once you leave the foot basin, these stolen treasures will disappear completely and become a mystery forever. However, he also knows that what he has done has little effect. Since the other side can achieve this level, he does not believe that these thieves will not think of the reaction of the foot basin government. It's over! He knew that this time he might be in a bad situation. Just as he was losing his mind, his mobile phone rang, and when he saw the call, his face was slightly white, and his fingers were shaking. "The three days and the moon must be retrieved! Must! " "Hi! Your majesty, please... " Takakuro's face is pale, and he wants to say something in fear. The busy tone of didi comes from his mobile phone. He looks at his mobile phone bitterly. "Three sun and moon zongjin", representing the five swords of the foot basin, one of the five swords in the world, is one of the earliest swords in the foot basin. Whether it is the value of art or the value of materials, it is highly praised and designated as the national treasure by the foot basin government. These thieves who should go to hell are obviously a cultural relic theft against Xing. Why steal the three days and the moon! Takakuro is not only a fool, but also very smart. He thought of the theft case as premeditated from the types of stolen cultural relics at the first time. The case against the cultural relics of the Chinese dynasty is likely to be the case made by the people of the Chinese dynasty. At this time, his cell phone rang again. When he picked it up, he heard the furious roar of the prime minister on the other side of the phone...
