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Jin Muchen couldn't help but spray a sip of red wine that he had just drunk into his mouth. ◇↓◇↓,

So that's the case. I said, how can the Japanese gun be worthy of the American big gun holster?

"Hehe, you have to learn more about this from others. It is also a skill to lick the plate and lick it well. Maybe you can lick a billionaire?"

Jesse looked at Jin Muchen's eyes as if water was about to emerge. How could Jin Muchen still control such a charming look? A hungry tiger pounced on him and rushed forward.

"Hmph! I don't have the ability to lick dishes, but I have a bully gun that can still knock billionaire down..."

The big bed surging, and the room is full of spring...

That night, Mrs. Yamamoto took her two sons to attend a concert in the city. Mr. Yamamoto stayed at home alone and planned to continue his antique research at home.

Mrs. Yamamoto was quite helpless about her husband's hobbies and interests, but she also knew his temperament, so she didn't force him to follow her.

After watching his wife and son get in the car and leave, Yamamoto stood at the door for a while, smoked a cigarette, and then returned to the room.

After the door was locked, he went straight to the basement downstairs, which was his studio, not only where he usually studied antiques and cultural relics, but also his own collection room.

After taking over his second-hand wife, he was very satisfied with his gains. He didn't know what the woman's surname was. However, when he took over her, she had the surname McEvoy. It was the surname of her previous husband.

Her ex-husband not only left her with a wealth of wealth, but also with her many treasures that their family has accumulated over hundreds of years. Unfortunately, their family has always been poor, and as a result, all of the collections have been cheaper.

But later, in order to please the director of the art museum and to obtain the position of director of the oriental department of the art museum, many of the fine products were taken out to prepare some things and use them out.

The rest are some relatively ordinary and not very valuable things.

Over the years, Shingo Yamamoto has gained a lot of benefits through the position of director of the Oriental Department of the Boston Art Gallery, and the money alone has been worth millions.

But for a person who studies antiques and loves antiques, when the amount of money reaches a certain amount, it is just a number in the bank. How can those antiques and cultural relics please you?

Over the years, he has also been making some good things, but for a person who often goes to and from the Boston Art Museum and sees top artworks, the good things he has found are better than ordinary road goods, but compared with the collections in the art museum, he doesn't even count his feet.

So he quickly became tired of his collection, and he quickly sold those things again. He could only satisfy his cravings by working in the museum every day and contacting those top artworks.

In fact, he has always longed to have one or two treasures in the art gallery, and he also knows that this is actually the idea of ​​many employees who work in the gallery and understand antiques and artworks.

But everyone knows that this idea is not realistic. In such a world where surveillance is everywhere, if you want to play the surveillance and stealing yourself, you will never have any other result except to turn yourself in.

But just when he thought his wish would never come true in his life, his opportunity finally came.

That day, after licking his wife's plate for the night, he drank a lot of fairy water and felt refreshed, so he decided to go to the art gallery early to check it out.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived at the art gallery, he found that the museum had been looted. When he found several security guards, the shocked and scared security guards were already asleep in the security room.

His first thought was to call the police, but when he found that all the telephone lines in the security room had been cut off and the surveillance facilities were destroyed, another thought soon broke into his mind.

So he took advantage of the gap in the situation before it was discovered and hid all the treasures he had originally liked for a long time.

In the end, in order to destroy evidence of his crime, he simply created a small fire inside the art gallery.

Afterwards, he was worried for a long time, but it was calm after a few days. Until today during the day, when he was watching the news, he saw the police take over the Irish gangster boss Percy Jackson and his accomplices, he completely let go of his heart.

He knew that the matter was over, even if the conclusion was made, no matter whether the lost treasures could be found in the end, the case was settled anyway.

The news vultures will soon disperse themselves, and in three to five months, the case will become a forgotten past.

Maybe in a few years, or a dozen years later, Hollywood directors will think of this material and then shoot a movie or something.

But by that time, this robbery will be just a joke on most people’s dinner tables.

As for solving the case, you really think too much. Think about the attitude of the police to deal with that Percy today. Just these idiots, do you still expect them to solve the case?

But regardless of whether this case was done by Percy Jackson, he helped him a lot this time. Fortunately, he ran away, so it would be better that he would not show up for the rest of his life.

As long as he doesn't show up, the police will not be able to catch him. If the police cannot catch him, they will not know about their custody and theft.

It has been days since he got the things back from the art gallery. Those things have been hidden in the vault in his basement. Over the past few days, his nerves have been tense, and he has no chance to appreciate his spoils.

Now he finally has a chance. Tonight, the wolf-like woman is going to take her two sons to the concert. Finally, she doesn't have to let him lick the plate. He finally has time to enjoy his spoils alone.

Shingo Yamamoto chose a bottle of good red wine, then went downstairs, came to his studio, pushed open the bookshelf behind the wall, revealing the door to the vault inside.

This vault was built by myself with my second-hand wife's ex-husband, but unfortunately, even the house is cheaper now.

He pressed the password, and the heavy iron door in the vault made a creaking sound. After a last click, he grabbed the handle and opened the heavy iron door.

He took out a few ancient paintings with a little coolness from the inside and came outside. He carefully spread the scrolls one by one and then hung them on the wall.

These ancient paintings have been very old, and the paper is very fragile. Yamamoto looked at the calligraphy and paintings that looked very weak, wondering whether to reframe these ancient paintings?

At this moment, he suddenly heard the doorbell coming from the upstairs.

The security system of their luxury house is very advanced. In recent years, because he has done some shameful business, he has made several upgrades.

The doorbell at the door has now been replaced with a new pair of electronic intercom equipment. Through these, he can see who is standing at the door.

He came to the front of the monitor on the wall, pressed the button, and soon the small screen showed the situation at their doorstep. Two policemen, a man and a woman, were standing at their doorstep.

How could it be the police? Could it be that they have discovered any clues?

When he saw clearly that the police were standing at the door, Shingo Yamamoto's heart skipped a beat, but looking at the expressions of the two policemen, it seemed that they were not here to arrest people. Even the man was still turning back and whispering something to the female policeman.

He then called out the surveillance camera around the room and did not see anything like sat lying in the grass. Then he felt relieved and pressed the call button.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Ah? Hello, is it Mr. Yamamoto? We are from the Boston Police Department, I am Mike, this is Joey. We found something from the house of Posey Jackson. I hope you can go over and identify it and see if those things are from your art gallery."

Officer Mike said to the walkie-talkie.

After hearing what he said, Yamamoto was stunned. Did these policemen really find something from Percy Jackson's house?

I waited in the art gallery for an afternoon today, but I have never heard of such news?

That Percy was really stupid. If he stole those things, how could he hide in his home?

When Yamamoto thought of this, he felt confused. Could it be that Percy Jackson was arrested? Or were the robbers who participated in the robbery all arrested?

What if they told the police that the amount of the stolen things they stole was not in line with what they reported in the end?

Do the police think of the possibility of custody and stealing themselves?

But Percy Jackson seemed to have run away. Forget it, I'll push them all over him by then. Anyway, as long as he is not caught for a day, the police will die without a testimony in one day.

Thinking of this, Shingo Yamamoto made up his mind.

"Mr. Yamamoto, are you still here? Can you open the door and let us go in and wait? You also know that it's very cold outside. Joey wants to borrow your bathroom. Do you think it's okay?"
Chapter completed!