Jian Bao: I Can Communicate With Everything

Chapter 342: Mr. Thief

In the busy traffic, luxury cars passed by in high profile.

Guan Xiaofei walked quietly among the crowd, quietly walking around Christie's.

There are special personnel guarding him everywhere, and with his current dress, it is impossible to get in.

However, this could not be difficult for the disciple Guan Xiaofei of Pirates.

Quietly left and had a meal in the western restaurant next to him. When he came out, he changed into a dark striped suit and an expensive Longines watch on his wrist.

The original neat size, put on a wig, combed his big back, and put on hairspray.

The bridge of the nose is also raised, the single eyelid has become a deep double eyelid, and two beards are glued to the lips.

The temperament of the whole person has become noble and refined, which is very different from before.

Looking to the left and right, he swaggered into the Christie's auction house and received the most warm reception.

As soon as he walked in, a manager in a navy blue suit walked over.

Guan Xiaofei waved his hand at him, indicating that he needs to be quiet.

The manager nodded alas, and kept saying something, Guan Xiaofei didn't understand a word.

He walked quietly at Christie's alone, silently looking for his goal.

As the auction day approached, the hall was heavily guarded, and many black suits wore headsets, staring in every direction vaguely.

Guan Xiaofei remained silent, and after walking around on the first floor, he went straight to the second floor.

Sweeping his gaze like a falcon, he instantly locked a position.

It was a transparent crystal container with a rusty bronze sword in it.

The sword body is engraved with complicated patterns, and under the background of the light, it is constantly twisting as if it is alive, and it is extraordinary.

Guan Xiaofei's pupils contracted to the extreme, and his eyes drooped after a few seconds.

He has already investigated in advance, and a few days before the auction begins, the auction house will conduct the final cleaning and inspection.

After the inspection is completed, all the lots will be stored in a secret library.

The secret library not only has a fingerprint lock, but also a pupil lock.

In contrast, now is the best time for Guan Xiaofei.

The bronze sword is close at hand, and he has prepared the mold, as long as he is close to the past, he can steal the beam and change the post in a moment.

"call……"

Guan Xiaofei took a deep breath and slowly moved closer.

There is a gap at the top of the crystal container, which is convenient for the appraiser to take and place.

Guan Xiaofei leaned forward quietly with his right hand, and pinched the mold in his sleeve with his left hand...

It's near, it's near.

He was about to touch the ancient bronze sword with his fingertips.

"Fak!"

At this time, a roar came from a distance.

A ruthless look flashed in Guan Xiaofei's eyes, and he was about to make a desperate move.

Zi Zi Zi!

There was a sound of electric current, and he felt his whole body numb, and his body fell softly to the ground.

Before the world blurred, he seemed to see a familiar figure.

Heinason.

"Damn, careless."

Guan Xiaofei slowly closed his eyes.

Then there was a riot in Christie's, and countless black suits with ears rushed from different floors to the second floor.

Take out the pistol and the riot police shield, all aim at Guan Xiaofei.

Heinason squeezed in from the crowd after identifying himself.

"Why is my clothes on you?"

"So it was you, Mr. Thief."

Heinason was really surprised.

When he returned to the hotel to change his clothes, he realized that in addition to his wallet, he had lost a tailor-made suit.

A golden rose was rusted on the chest of the suit.

When he first saw Guan Xiaofei, he recognized his clothes.

"Mr. Heinason, do you know this person?"

The auction house manager rushed over, knelt down and rubbed Guan Xiaofei's body.

"No, I don't know him, he is a shameful thief."

Heinason shook his head without hesitation.

The manager tore off Guan Xiaofei's headgear and beard, and then found a bronze sword model in his sleeve.

The moment he saw the model, his face sank, and he immediately understood what was going on.

Immediately afterwards, the manager took out his mobile phone and reported the information up. After getting a reply, he waved his hand.

Several black suits dragged Guan Xiaofei's body to the door of the auction house.

...

"Master Lin, that's it."

Xiao Cheng slowly parked the car not far from the Christie's auction house.

Lin Chen stared at the building in front of him. Just as he was about to get out of the car, he suddenly saw a group of people walking out.

His pupils suddenly shrunk to the extreme, and after those people got in the car, he said in a condensed voice: "Quickly, keep up with that car."

"Master Lin, aren't we going to Christie's?"

Xiao Cheng frowned and asked.

"It's too late to explain, you follow it first."

Lin Chen said anxiously.

Seeing his posture, Xiao Cheng also knew that it was not a trivial matter, so he quickly stepped on the accelerator and fell behind.

I have to say that Xiao Cheng's experience in tracking such things is still very sophisticated.

There are also several cars interspersed in front of the vehicle, which can keep him from being discovered to the greatest extent.

Lin Chen almost stood in the car, bent over and stared at the bulletproof commercial car in front of him.

The shocking glance just now made him see a figure that was reasonable but unexpected.

"Anyway..."

"You still shot!"

"That's Christie's!"

He clenched his fists, and his squinted eyes shot out two cold rays.

Ten minutes later.

The car parked on a desolate boundary.

Due to sparsely populated people, Xiao Cheng turned off the car and slid forward slowly using inertia.

Lin Chen couldn't wait, opened the car door and squinted to survey the surroundings.

There are many abandoned warehouses here, and the surrounding grasses are almost knee-high.

Lin Chen didn't know where this was, but he knew that the other party brought Guan Xiaofei here, obviously he was going to kill him.

He turned his head and waved his hand to Xiao Cheng, motioning them to wait here, then stepped on his foot and rushed out like a leopard.

Behind him, a white phantom, like swift lightning.

Five minutes later.

Lin Chen came to the periphery of a warehouse, and suddenly a faint voice came from his ears.

Like a scream.

Suddenly, Lin Chen didn't hesitate at all, the wind was blowing under her feet, and the warehouse door was kicked open with a slam.

When he saw the scene inside, his face was as cold as frost, and his eyes flushed.

I saw a figure full of scars, tied to a chair by twine.

His face and body were covered with blood stains, and the blood beads were condensed into threads and dripped onto the paint-filled ground.

One eye of Guan Xiaofei was covered by blood, the bridge of his nose collapsed, and a long nail was inserted in the palm of both hands.

The whole person is like a dying fish, gasping for breath.

And beside him, standing two foreigners in suits with indifferent expressions, holding daggers in their hands, obviously about to chop off his right hand.

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