That night, everyone fell asleep, only Chen Yi and the guards were walking around St. Peter's Square.

As the most important country in the world, the area and size of the Vatican are equivalent to the large size of an ordinary village. The buildings are also old buildings. I think unless the Chinese are the pope, there will be no room for demolition. In this way, given China's current development situation, one day, Huaxi Village will be better than it.

The Swiss guards were very similar to the Chinese team. The beautiful ceremony was meticulous and stood on the corridor of the square without moving. During the day, tourists would always take photos like hugging them, and the guards would not move slightly. Any foreigner who had been to the Vatican would never be surprised by the Chinese soldiers after Hong Kong's return. They were all religious soldiers, and their habits were probably the same.

Chen Yi appeared in the Vatican in the dark with the image of a level 9 fighting skill. He was like a martial arts master in the village. Whether he was jumping up and down or crawling forward, he was unable to find out if he was pretending to be an urban management officer in the parrot.

However, I encountered a little trouble in the Pope's warehouse behind the Sistine Chapel.

The appearance looks like a brick-concrete structure, and it actually has a vault wrapped in all steel, with a defense level far exceeding the level of local banks. It is also worthy of such protection. A Satsuma cylinder alone can be sold for tens of millions of US dollars - not every Roman cylinder is so valuable, but the things collected by the Pope are not ordinary. A little worse, in addition to being placed in the large warehouse outside, it can also be found in banks in other parts of the world. Why should you stay in the Sistine of xiǎoxiǎo?

Stenik had no way of doing this, and said in his headphones: "I told you the situation, and now it's up to you."

He sat comfortably in the car, not caring much about whether Chen Yi could achieve his goal.

The repeated wallets in Central Asia made Stenik miss the benefits of power. Chen Yi is a person who can help him. In this regard, it is better to say that Chen Yi's identity touched him, than Chen Yi's slap awakened him. There are many people with power on this planet, but Chen Yi is one of the few who can defeat him and admire him. Stenik hopes to rely on Chen Yi's ability, so he is willing to help. As for the result, it doesn't matter.

Chen Yi thought for a moment and tried it with Level 2 Curse Ink: Open the warehouse of Sistine xiǎo Church.

Not working.

Level 2 curse ink can only drive 2 kilograms of objects, and there is no way to use the heavy iron of several tons.

"It can only be pure violence." Chen Yi moved his muscles and bones a few times, and cleaned up the space inside the storage ring again. It would be best if he could put the Satsuma cylinder in the ring. If it doesn't work, he would have to run.

He looked at the direction and took a few dozen meters back. At the same time, he loaded his body with a Dou Qi of more than one meter thick, and formed a three-meter-wide cone in front of him, carrying a running-up, surging energy, and running forward.

The conical bucket energy is as sharp as a spear, extending forward at the same time.

Humans at fighting skills have basically left the category of normal human muscles and can be called another evolutionary direction. As often guessed in science fiction films and TV shows, future technological humans have big heads and short limbs, while people in the Kingdom of San Qia and the Western Continent are constantly expanding the power of the human body under the threat of nature.

Chen Yi hit at full speed and once again stimulated the fighting spirit at the moment the exterior wall of the warehouse was broken, causing it to produce bursting power as he developed, as if he was against the shells from the vault. The "rumbling" sound was a bit like a thunder near the ground, the sound was very low and the response was very heavy.

The tweets of various vehicles and the alarm bells of the vaults were mixed together, and they ran through the Vatican Kingdom and all the way to Italy... The old stone slabs were filled with smoke and dust, and buildings from centuries ago smelled of dust from millions of years ago, like old toilets being pushed to.

Maybe a 1-meter-thick steel plate is like a rotten roou pierced by a bone, and the exploded steel blocks seem to have been drawn, and uglyly cracked to both sides.

A naval gun hit the vault, probably the same result.

Chen Yi stopped in surprise. He estimated that his speed was very fast, but he had not tested the specific amount. Now it seems that although the cone-shaped fighting spirit is very sharp, if he tries his best, he should have a first speed of several hundred meters per second. It is said that the perfect speed of human muscles is about 20 meters per second, and the initial speed of several hundred meters is more than 10 times that of this speed, which is even a bit beyond Chen Yi's imagination.

No wonder the kingdom knights can decide a kingdom. It is too easy for the kingdom knights on the battlefield to deal with ordinary peasant army, and it is too easy for thousands of people to kill tens of thousands of people.

Before the dust could dissipate, Chen Yi ran in with a shiny fighting spirit. He had experimented with it. As long as the fighting spirit was thick enough, any camera would be useless.

There is nothing good in the Pope's warehouse.

But Chen Yi didn't want to see it and went straight to the Satsuma cylinder. The thing was placed in the floor cabinet on the west side, and you could see that the outer skin had been stripped, revealing the gray-yellow face inside.

The outside is 2,300 years ago and the inside is 1,700 years ago. I don’t know how the Romans did this production process back then. I think the Holy See knows something, otherwise they would not have sent it to China for exhibitions and then taken it back to store it in the most important vault.

The length of the cylinder exceeded the standard. Chen Yi tried twice but could not put it in the space storage ring, so he simply carried it on his shoulders, spread the rooster and ran outward. The Vatican government has a total of 0.1 square kilometers. Since the guards except the Swiss were disbanded in the 1970s, the 110 guards left here are all armed forces. When Chen Yi ran at the fastest speed, the cars behind him were chasing farther and farther, more than a thousand meters passed, and the Italian soldiers on the border were still hesitating whether to shoot. Chen Yi and the Roman cylinder had already arrived behind them.

The Vatican State is a short distance from the Vatican State to the Italian State, but the Vatican soldiers could not continue to implement their rights. When they informed the guards on the border and reported the situation upward, the senior officials of both sides had already answered the phone, but what's the use?

Chen Yi ran wildly all the way, but he had no idea of ​​riding a bus. He arrived in Rome on foot and only took two less time. During this period, he went on a road countless times and avoided people and cars countless times, but it was much faster than the bus.

Liu Xinyu and others stayed at the NV King Hotel in Bologna. It is relatively far away from the hotel where tourists gather and has more official purposes than tourists. However, if there is a special car, it is still easy to get to the city center. As for Chen Yi, it is obviously much easier to sneak into such a secluded hotel with a conspicuous Satsuma cylinder.

Out of natural concern, Chen Yi carried the Satsuma cylinder to Liu Xinyu's room.

The window made a click, and Liu Xinyu turned over and got out of bed, grabbed the pure copper lamp holder with his hand, fortunately he recognized Chen Yi's face and did not throw it away.

"What's wrong?"

"Bring a good thing back." Chen Yi gasped and stood the Satsuma cylinder in the center of the reception room. Different Roman cylinders have different values, and the patterns, ages and artistic levels on them are quite different, so the prices are naturally very different.

Liu Xinyu looked at it with only a little understanding and asked, "It's very valuable?"

"Um."

"Stolen?"

“Is the news broadcast?”

Liu Xinyu immediately turned on the TV and switched to the local Rome channel. Foreign reporters are relatively dedicated and broadcasting the news TV stations, even at night, there will be something new.

After listening for a while, she smiled and said, "It seems that there is no report on cultural relics theft."

"Well, that's not stolen."

Liu Xinyu shook his head and smiled, turned to the bathroom and said, "I'm going to wash my face."

"Don't sleep anymore?"

"Wake up, there is still a time difference."

Chen Yi went to bed heartbrokenly to sleep. After the tourists left, he stayed alone in the Vatican to wait. He was very nervous and excited. Now he relaxed and naturally fell asleep.

Liu Xinyu packed up and came back. When he saw Chen Yi lying on his back and snoring, he had no choice but to cover him with a quilt and went to watch TV.

The next day.

When Chen Yi woke up, he saw Liu Xinyu studying the Satsuma cylinder there. That was a real study. The magnifying glass with a thick head of a child was 2 cm away from the cylinder.

"Does it look good?"

"It's not bad. Although it can't be said, it's not inferior to the Trajan cylinder."

"Have you been to Rome?" It was already evening when I came back yesterday, so I definitely didn't have time to visit the square.

Liu Xinyu smiled and said, "Once."

"Can you understand?"

"A little bit."

Chen Yi also pretended to look at it. His artistic cells were surprisingly rare. Even though he had been forced to go to many art exhibitions and galleries, or even received guidance from professional painters, he still knew his appearance but did not understand his heart. However, Fang Manyi's artistic level is quite good, especially her favorite oil paintings and sculptures. However, due to their high prices and the identity of Chen's wife, it is difficult to have the opportunity to visit abroad except for seeing many domestically treasured artworks.

In fact, there is a reason why NV scholars like foreign art. Chinese calligraphy and paintings are created by men from beginning to end. Although several drops of water in the long river of history may be transmitted by NV people, in general, its creation, its dissemination, its transformation and development are all dominated by men, and even completed by men. Without considering the factors of pure homosexuality in ancient times, Chinese painting is a work of Chinese men's art. In addition, its proud freehand style is not recommended by non-Chinese scholars.

Seeing that Liu Xinyu seemed to really like it, Chen Yi smiled and said, "We will stay in Rome for two days, and then go to New York. You can go have fun today."

"I thought you would give it to me."

"This is a trouble." Chen Yi said half-truely, and he didn't know whether the subway was willing to accommodate it.

"What about you?"

“Troubleshooting.”

It was already clear outside, and Liu Xinyu didn't say much, reluctantly left the cylinder, smiled and said, "Will I bring something when I come back?"

"No, I'll order takeout in the hotel."

"Where is the flight attendant?"

"ah?"

Liu Xinyu had already left with Bai Shengsheng's legs.
Chapter completed!