Jin Muchen felt that she was a mouse that fell into the oil bucket because of greed and could not crawl out in the end. It was so fucking. This is a cheating father!

I never expected that I would fall into trouble on this issue. If I couldn't move and wanted to get out of here, then

When you see this warehouse, it doesn't seem like people often come. The people from the Tokyo National Western Art Museum obviously did not take these cultural relics sent by Fukuoka too seriously, and just lent the warehouse to them for a few days.

Maybe when the earthquake in Fukuoka ends, these cultural relics will be transported back, but who knows how many days will the earthquake in Kyushu area last?

What if it lasts for a week? In addition, the government has to deal with the disaster and appease the refugees, and the reconstruction work after the earthquake, if these artworks are newly transported back to Fukuoka, it will take a month to wait.

In this way, wouldn’t these things be left in this warehouse for a month? Could it be that I would have to be trapped here for more than a month and unable to move. Is it possible to wait until the guys outside open the door before I can get out?

When he thought of this, Jin Muchen looked so sad. Damn, for a month, he had been in such a warehouse and had no entertainment. With his character of playing and lively, locking him up here this month can make him crazy.

What's more, the little inventory he had in his hand was not enough for him to stay in this warehouse for a month, because he was afraid of the need for a long time, Jin Muchen would also put some survival equipment and devices in his purple jade space, but those were sabers, pistols, tents, first aid kits, military shovels, and some high-calorie wild foods.

If you really want to be locked up here for a month, the first thing you need to consider is food and water. Although there is still some inventory in his Ziyu space, these things were prepared according to the inventory for a week when they were put in.

The inventory for a week is still based on his previous dietary standards. Now, due to the increase in power and the increase in the number of powers used, his body's demand for energy is also particularly large.

The food I used to eat for a week is now enough, but now it is basically enough for three days to replenish energy. The most important thing is that it does not have that much drinking water!

And even if he can solve the problem of food and drink, the excretion problem is not easy to solve. There is no special toilet in this warehouse, and he is not a god. He can't just eat and not pull it. Where can the excrement be discharged at that time?

If it is solved on the spot, even if you can escape, the Japanese can still find their DNA through excrement and then lock themselves in. That way, the problem will be even more serious.

Instead of being abused like this and leaving evidence of guilt in the end, it is better to take advantage of the strength now and try your best.

But if you violently break the iron door and go out, the first thing you have to do is to escape from the art gallery as soon as possible. It is impossible to fight against the security guards or police.

But if you just run away like this, what should you do if the surveillance camera is taken by the surveillance camera? The iron door was broken out from the room by someone, and then someone retrieved the camera and looked forward. He found that there was no problem that no one had secretly sneaked in before. Then he would definitely not believe that he appeared out of thin air and must have used special stealth skills.

If you find this suspicious point for them, you will be even more done. Whether you use special high-tech to invisible or use your own superpowers to invisible, this will definitely attract governments from all over the world.

The Japanese want to figure it out, the American want to figure it out, the British want to figure it out, and even the Chinese government hopes to figure it out, if they are targeted by these big hooligans, even if they escape to the ends of the world, they will probably be difficult to escape their tracking.

Could it be that I have to be a shameful person at such a young age? Will I be desperate for the rest of my life?

What's more, I can't run away from the monks, but I can't run away from the temple. If I'm suspicious of the intelligence agencies of those countries, I will cause trouble to my family.

I ran away, but what should I do with my parents? Which countries' intelligence personnel, even China's own intelligence personnel, will focus on their parents. Could it be that I will drag my parents down?

Thinking of this, Jin Muchen felt extremely regret for the first time. It seemed that the successes of the previous few times made him think too simple about stealing the museum and his appetite became bigger.

Little do we know that in such a social organization today, especially in a world where camera surveillance is everywhere, even a person with superpowers can be killed by others in minutes.

Once you are targeted by a national-level organization, even if you are Superman, the final result will definitely be nothing good.

But what should I do now? Should I stay here and wait, and the people outside open the door before running, but while I am full of energy, I forcefully scored the goal from here and ran out?

Jin Muchen was troubled by this problem. Just when he was in a dilemma, he suddenly heard a slight footsteps outside the iron door. The footsteps were very fine, slight, and walked very quickly, which meant that a person was walking outside the door at this time, and the pace was very fast and slight.

He was shocked and immediately entered an invisible state. At this time, the electronic lock outside the door suddenly sounded a sound of inputting passwords.

Jin Muchen dodged from the door, and the moment he dodged, a black shadow flashed from outside the door and entered the warehouse.

After the man entered the warehouse, the first thing he did was to turn on the lights, then he took out his cell phone, and took pictures of the wooden boxes. Jin Muchen, who was invisible not far from the door, was stunned.

Because he knew this guy, he was the person in charge of the Tokyo National Western Art Museum that he had previously handed over with Masahiro Abe, Mr. Takai.

This little white-faced looked a little nervous at this time, his face was slightly red and his breathing was rapid. He took his cell phone and took photos of the wooden boxes in the warehouse, looking a little excited.

When Jin Muchen saw his expression, he knew that this guy must be secretly plotting against some little Jiujiu.

But at this time, he felt relieved. No matter what this guy likes to do, he was saved anyway. When he goes out later, he will just follow him and get out.

When Jin Muchen thought of the problem that scared me to death just now, he solved it so easily. Jin Muchen really wanted to be happy. This is a lucky person who has his own appearance and his fate should not be lost.

Tian Jing took his mobile phone and took photos at the boxes. After taking pictures, he archived the photos and then transferred all of these photos to another smartphone. Seeing his operation like this, Jin Muchen began to wonder why this guy did this.

He could actually take photos with this phone later, but this phone looked just the kind of primary smartphone, and the pixels didn't seem to be very high, so he used his fruit machine to take photos and then uploaded them to the phone.

Soon he finished sending the photos, and then started making calls with the later phone.

“Moses Moses…”

"Hey, Mr. Mole, hehehehehehehehehe..."

As soon as the phone was connected, a shrill and ugly laughter sounded on the other side of the phone, and Tian Jing's face flushed, and anger flashed by. It was obvious that he felt very dissatisfied with the other party's name.

"How is it? Mr. Mole, can you please notify me of any good news? Haven't you told you before? If it's okay, don't call me casually."

Although this phone is the first generation of smartphones, the signal and call quality are very good. Although it is in a warehouse on the two underground floors, the call quality is still very good. Even though Jin Muchen stood far away, he could hear the voice of the guy on the other end of the phone.

But after just a few words, he could hear that the guy on the other end of the phone seemed to take Tae-i seriously and even looked down on him a little. The most important thing was that this guy had an accent, his accent sounded strange, and his speaking speed was not very fast when speaking Japanese. Just listening to him, Jin Muchen judged that the guy on the other end of the phone should not be a native Japanese speaker.

"It's like this, the situation has changed. Because of the earthquake in Kyushu, the Fukuoka in Kyushu transported some artworks from their museums and art galleries to us for storage, and there were a lot of good things here..."

As soon as Tian Jing was halfway through his speech, he was interrupted by the guy on the other side of the phone.

"What? Are you saying that the things from the Kyushu National Museum were shipped to your art gallery? When did it happen? Are you sure?"

Jin Muchen could hear a series of questions, and this guy was very excited, happy, and surprised.

"Yes, I'm sure, I just took some photos and these things were placed in our warehouse on the second floor of the underground. I'll send you the photos later."

Tian Jing's expression on his face also became very excited at this time, and Jin Muchen, who was standing aside and eavesdropping at this time, finally noticed something was wrong. How come it seems that two groups of underground parties were joining each other?

Looks like this, Tian Jing seems to be ill-intentioned? No wonder that guy called him Mr. Mole. Judging from this guy's appearance, he seemed to be those guys who were arranged in this art gallery.

After saying that, Tian Jing hung up the phone, then started to call out the photos and upload the photos to the person's phone...

The photos were soon passed. He held his cell phone and didn't move. In just a few minutes, his phone rang...
Chapter completed!