The fat man nodded: "A great mother tongue.
I could clearly hear a man's voice, a bit rough.
He said it seemed like he had found it."
I took a look at the items displayed in this warehouse and found that there were only some antique artifacts that were not classified and filed, so I guessed that the staff might be labeling them.
The fat man picked up a porcelain vase and said excitedly: "Old Hu, this is the old tricolor of the Tang Dynasty."
I said these are Qin Shihuang's underwear and you have no right to take them.
Put them down quickly.
If they are caught later, you can't explain why. .
The fat man complained a few words and went to look at the cultural relics on other display shelves.
The further I walked, the more I felt something was wrong, so I called the fat man and told him that I might have found the wrong place.
This was just an ordinary storage room.
Just as I was about to return the way I came, the fat man suddenly said excitedly: "Look, there's someone there."
I looked where he pointed, and sure enough, there was a man in a blue security uniform sitting in the corner with his head down.
The fat man stepped forward.
He said proudly: "Haha, I'm lazy at work.
"I haven't caught you Fat Grandpa yet, but you don't have to be afraid.
As long as you tell us how to get to the laboratory, we will treat you leniently and forget about it.
Young people, you will inevitably make some mistakes when you first start working."
Someone tapped him on the shoulder.
In the moonlight, I saw the man's body swaying a few times, and then his head fell off with a "gudong" sound.
The fat man and I were both startled by the sudden head.
The fat man looked at me innocently and said, "It's really none of my business.
It's not that hard if I slap you."
I'm talking nonsense, and you can't do it no matter how hard you hit it.
Slap people's heads out of thin air.
I knelt down and saw that it was a blond American man.
His head had been cut off with a sharp weapon.
He was killed without even a chance to scream.
"Let's retreat quickly, we shouldn't stay here for a long time."
As I was talking, a deadly cold light suddenly flashed in front of my eyes, and something flew straight towards my neck.
I leaned back and barely avoided it.
I attacked, but I didn't expect that thing to turn around and follow me and sweep back.
My waist strength was limited, and when I saw the thing reaching my nose, it turned out to be a thin and long silver thread.
The fat man stood behind me.
Although he didn't know what happened, he knew something was wrong by the look on my face, and he hurriedly He stepped forward, grabbed me and dragged me back, saving me from the hell gate.
Before he could even take a breath, several black figures jumped out from behind the display rack like fast arrows.
I pushed the fat man away and said, "Smash things quickly."
The fat man didn't understand what I was saying at first, but later he saw me lifting the Tang Sancai and smashing it on the ground.
But we must think clearly, we can’t afford to pay for these things even if we work for a lifetime.”
Seeing that we were about to smash things, the dark figures stopped one after another.
A whistle sounded from somewhere, and a few of them rushed out of the door, leaving only the fat man and I sweating profusely in the dark.
"They are Buddhas," I put down the cultural relics in my hands, "I am afraid that we will make a big noise and call the security guards."
"I fucked you, and I risked my life, and I'm still afraid of the security guards."
The fat man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "Let's get out of here, damn it.
If someone catches you, you can't escape by jumping into the Yellow River."
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We ran out along the way we came.
As soon as we reached the corner, a figure rushed towards me.
I blocked his attack with a fist, and pinned the attacker to the ground with a backhand hook.
The fat man was also ambushed, but He was showing off his power at this moment and had already sat the black shadow that sneaked up on him under his butt.
Just as I was trying to see who the attacker was, something cold pressed against my head, and someone said to me in familiar Chinese: "Put your hands up."
Suddenly someone pointed a gun at my head.
Out of the instinct of being a soldier in the army, I did not give up resistance.
I sidestepped and opened the muzzle of the gun on my temple.
At the same time, I held the opponent's hand on the gun with one hand. hand.
The man didn't expect that I would put up a stubborn resistance and capture his weapon.
My other hand immediately turned into a palm knife and slashed it down.
I saw that although his movements were fast, but unfortunately not strong enough, I immediately twisted the wrist holding his gun.
Pulling down, the guy yelled "Ah" before his palm even reached him.
I wanted to take advantage of the victory and pursue it, but I didn't expect that the opponent was very cunning.
Just as I was yelling, a bent knee hit me in the stomach.
The impact made me break out in a cold sweat and almost allowed the opponent to escape.
At this time, the alarm bells in the museum were blaring, and the lights were like daylight.
Before I could see clearly who was attacking me, I only heard the fat man crying and howling: "My relatives, the People's Liberation Army, are all our own people, misunderstanding " When I looked again, I saw that the person I had been fighting with was none other than Shiry Yang, who was wearing a white coat.
She originally had an angry look on her face, but when she saw that it was me, she first smiled, and then slapped her face hard, which made me confused but I didn't dare to fight back.
At this time, the sound of "tap, tap, tap, tap" footsteps was heard outside.
As soon as I heard it, I knew that American security guards were coming.
Shiry Yang pointed to the other man in white coat who was knocked unconscious by the fat man and said: "He is my mentor.
Don't say anything for a while.
I will answer the questions."
When the fat man heard that it was an accidental injury again, he stood up hurriedly.
This time the security guards were relatively well-equipped, wearing helmets and body armor.
As soon as they came in, they shouted a bird song that we couldn't understand.
One of the black helmets walked up to us quickly and yelled at me.
Seeing that I didn't respond, he asked in broken Chinese: "Do you understand?"
Then Shiry Yang said: "These two are invited by our museum.
An expert on ancient Chinese culture, that was him just now We drove away the thief for the museum and protected Professor Owen."
After she finished speaking, she translated it again in English.
The other party glanced at her name tag, waved to the security team holding a gun behind her, took off her helmet and said, "You.
Hello, Miss Shiry, I can understand Chinese, so.”
Both Fatty and I knew that the reason why Shiry Yang spoke Chinese was to remind us both not to let anything slip when we were making confessions later.
We looked at each other and laughed understandingly.
The foreign security guard didn't know why we were laughing.
I told him that this is a Chinese etiquette.
You have to smile like this when you meet strangers.
The louder you laugh, the friendlier you are. , he also laughed with us after listening.
After Professor Owen woke up, he kept talking about it, saying that he knew Chinese Kung Fu and had fought with a thief.
However, his glasses were broken during the fight and he couldn't see the opponent's appearance clearly, but he was unmistakably fat.
When he heard that Fatty and I arrived in time to save his life, he shook hands with us very excitedly and said in proficient Chinese: "Thank you, heroes.
Shiry often mentioned you to me, and she said you are from China."
Robin Hood.
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It’s a real honor to see you today.”
While the police and Professor Irving went to inspect the damage to the museum, Shiry Yang took us to her place of work.
It turned out that the research laboratory was not in this building, but in a small building next to the central garden.
The fat man complained that I had gone too many wrong ways and almost died for it.
Shiry Yang didn't speak during the whole journey, and there was no emotion on her face.
But the more she acted like this, the more unsure I felt.
"Tell me, how did you sneak in and how did you bump into the thief?"
Shiry Yang sat on the boss's chair, while Fatty and I sat on the hard bench.
I knew that I had to follow her temper at this time, otherwise there was no guarantee that she would kill our relatives and send us to the police station based on her character.
The two of them did not dare to hide anything, and explained everything about how they dug into the museum and what happened to those Buddhas.
She first complained that we didn't inform her earlier about coming to the United States, then she blamed us for breaking into the museum without permission, and finally she criticized me for being bold and going after those desperadoes.
I originally wanted to explain and tell her that we just wanted to escape, but it was better for her to worry about us than to look down on us, so she didn't want to waste any more words on this matter.
Shiry Yang said: "A batch of newly arrived cultural relics were delivered to the warehouse this afternoon.
The professor and I were in a hurry to classify them, so we rushed here so late.
The warehouse that you regard as a research laboratory still contains There are no cultural relics that have been studied or marked.
From your description, I think those people had a premeditated plan and a very clear goal
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