American Fortune Life

As the saying goes, there are different customs in ten miles and different customs in hundreds of miles. The cultural customs of each country also have their own characteristics. The streets of Jiaopen are very lively, like a microcosm of society, showing all kinds of life. Night is a paradise for people in Jiaopen. During the day, it turns into a tomb again.

In the footbath at night, the neon lights are flashing, and they are luxurious, and they will return to their seriousness tomorrow morning. They are really an elusive nation!

The convoy drove through the bustling downtown Tokyo and headed for Narita Airport. Andy looked at the night view of Tokyo outside the car window, but kept frowning slightly, and glanced at his watch from time to time to confirm the time.

The little assistant sitting next to Andy has already noticed some abnormalities of the big devil today, but she is smart and did not explore curiously. The longer she stays with the big devil, the more she understands that there are some things that she should know. Will know, should not know, never curious.

At the same time, "in the withered and silent edge of Tokyo under the night, suddenly the sound of motors roared, and the dazzling lights pierced the darkness. Five mountain off-road motorcycles rushed past and rushed into an old dilapidated factory building.

"Squeak! Whoooo—"

The sound of brakes, accompanied by the tires rubbing against the ground, under the illumination of the lights, raised dust all over the sky.

Gloves, black leather jackets, black helmets, the five members of the courier team looked at a black SUV with its trunk open parked in the open space of the workshop, and looked at each other. Set up the stand, get off the motorcycle, and walk together 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 pulled out a stack of things from it.

Brand new ID, passport, a cashier's check, $10,000.

"call--"

Stephanie let out a sigh of relief, and his tense heartstrings were temporarily relaxed. To be honest, what he was most worried about was that the other party would kill the donkey. At present, it seems that they are still safe for the time being.

"Put things down, let's go!"

As he said, he put the black backpack and the guitar box behind him into the trunk of the car, then picked up the other four file bags, and watched the other four people put the guitar box into the trunk one by one. The well-known footbath knife in his hand when he left was also put into the trunk. Stephanie glanced at Otaf thoughtfully, reached out and pressed the automatic closing button of the trunk, watching the trunk slowly open. closure.

"Walk!"

finished speaking,

He walked quickly to another car, and soon the car started, rushed out of the abandoned factory building, and disappeared into the night.

"Slap!"

From a dark corner of the abandoned factory building, two men in black suits walked out, each holding a pistol in his hand, walked to the car without stopping, opened the door, got in the car, started it, a beautiful reverse flick, accelerated Drive out of the factory building and rush into the dark night.

At Tokyo Haneda Airport, wearing a pair of glasses and a bearded face, Stephanie was wearing a windbreaker, dragging a suitcase, and walked towards the airport security check with a passport and air ticket with a calm expression.

After passing through the security check smoothly, he glanced back at the long queue behind him, then turned his head and walked towards the departure hall with a faint smile on his face.

A convoy of ten black SUVs drove into the private apron of Haneda Airport. Andy got out of the car, and the windbreaker on his body was blown by the cool wind, grinning.

"Have the couriers left?" Andy asked with a smile, looking at Martin who was on the side.

"Everything is going very well at the moment, just waiting for the plane to take off."

When Andy heard this, he nodded with a smile, and watched his bodyguards carrying a black suitcase up the gangway, then reached out and patted Martin on the shoulder and said, "Very good, I am not disappointed, let the captain know , take off immediately!"

"Okay, boss."

"Haha" echoed on the empty tarmac with triumphant hearty laughter, and Andy stepped up the gangway briskly, followed by the little assistant in high heels.

As the Boeing 747 continued to accelerate on the runway, climbed, and sat on the plane, Andy, who was already grinning from ear to ear, looked at the gorgeous night scene of the panorama projected on the floor under his feet, and sighed sincerely: "This time the foot pan The trip was truly rewarding!"

For Andy Smith, who returned with a full load, this night is undoubtedly very wonderful. However, for others, this night is doomed to sleepless, especially the foot basin people.

At 2 o'clock in the morning, the alarm bells in the Ueno area of ​​Kyoto completely broke the silence of the night. The roads have been closed, the entire Tokyo National Museum has been pulled up with yellow lines, and martial law is completely enforced. The night sky in front of the square of the National Museum has been covered with blue. The red police lights were illuminated, and dozens of police cars parked in front of the National Museum with their doors open. There were ugly and panicked policemen everywhere, and the media reporters who were stopped outside the martial law line were clapping wildly. Photo, constantly shouting questions, the whole scene was unusually noisy.

At this time, in the Tokyo National Museum, Kanou Takakura, the director of the Kyoto Metropolitan Police Department, who had already arrived for the first time to inquire, his eyes were wide open, his fists were clenched, his face was flushed, and he stood trembling in the messy second floor of the Oriental Pavilion. Looking at the glass all over the floor, the looted showcases, and the picture frames and brackets that were still on the ground, he knew that this was a shocking case that was about to shock the world, and that he and his department would probably Faced with unprecedented pressure, maybe his political career will come to an end.

"Report, sir"

Gao Cangzuo's face was as dark as ink, and the pair of eyes of prey frightened the secretary who came to report palely and swallowed the report that came to his mouth.

"Say!"

"Report, sir, the injured security guard died on duty due to excessive blood loss."

"idiot!"

"Cancel all police officers' vacations, return to the team immediately, martial law throughout Kyoto, set up guards on all roads entering and leaving Kyoto, immediately block all ports outside of Kyoto, and focus on investigating the Chinese people! Especially the Chinese people who are about to leave the foot basin!

Absolutely, these national treasures must not be allowed to leave Kyoto, and all police officers must be dispatched to investigate all suspicious persons. Inform all associations and let them fully assist in the investigation"

Gao Cangzuo is already a little hysterical. He knows that there is not much time left for him, no, for Kyoto, and even the entire foot basin. Now more than 7 hours have passed since the time of the incident. This group of daring thieves At this moment, I am afraid that they have disappeared. The only thing we can do now is to prevent these priceless cultural relics and national treasures from flowing out of the foot basin. Once they leave the foot basin, these stolen treasures will disappear completely and become an eternal mystery.

However, he also knew that what he had done had little effect. Since the other party could achieve this level, he didn't believe that these thieves would not expect the reaction of the foot basin government.

It's over!

He knew that this time he might be in danger, and when he was losing his mind, his cell phone rang, and when he saw the call, his face paled slightly, and he picked it up with trembling fingers.

"'San Ri Yue Zong Jin' must be found! Must!"

"Hi! Your Majesty please"

Gao Cangzuo's face was pale, and when he was about to say something in trepidation, there was already a beeping busy tone from the phone, and he looked at the phone in his hand bitterly.

"Sanri Yue Zongjin", the five knives representing the foot basin, one of the five swords in the world, is the representative work of Sanjo Zongjin, one of the earliest knife craftsmen in the foot basin. This sword is highly regarded both for its artistic value and its material value, and it has been designated as a National Treasure by the Atsuba Government.

These thieves who should go to hell are obviously a targeted theft of cultural relics, why did they steal Sanriyue Zongjin!

Not only is Gao Cangzuo not a fool, but he is very shrewd. From the types of cultural relics stolen, he immediately thought that this theft was premeditated. The case against the cultural relics of the Celestial Dynasty was probably done by the people of the Celestial Dynasty. .

At this time, his cell phone rang again, and after he picked it up, he heard the furious roar of the Prime Minister on the other end of the phone

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