Jesse opened the backpack, which contained four or five collections.

"Ah, this is the Nosymara bronze cone you mentioned." Jesse shouted in surprise.

Resa's eyes narrowed, her eyes were not on the Nosymara bronze cone.

Instead, on several other collections, the value of these collections is far above the Nosimala copper cone.

"Mayan Golden Knife, Greek God Prayer Silver Cup, Romance Ring..." Risa said.

"Are these collections?"

“The value of these three collections is over $100 million.”

Clang

The Romance ring in Jesse's hand fell to the ground.

"Are you kidding?"

"Don't think about it. We can't get rid of it in a short period of time. Now both Black and White are trying their best to look for us. Unless you want to die, you will definitely not be able to take action."

"Then you can take action on the Nosimala copper cone, this is not that valuable."

"The Nosimala copper cone was lost with several other collections. Taking out the Nosimala copper cone means that the other collections are also in our hands."

"How long will it take? One month? Or two months?"

"It's the minimum for a year," Risa said. "And the black market in Los Angeles doesn't have that much appetite."

"A year? It's too long."

"Do you want to die? If you want to die, we will be divided now, we are two."

"Why do I have the most effort to do it for one person? I want three things."

"Do you think you can come back alive without me?" Resa said: "And I can work with anyone, I am irreplaceable, but you are anyone."

This is the line that Jesse has always said to her in the past, and this time she returned this sentence to Jesse.

"You can choose two."

"Are you sure? I want this Mayan golden knife and the Greek God-Prayer Silver Cup."

All three are worth 100 million US dollars, so of course she chose two of them.

As for the value of the Nosimala copper cone, it is far from the three, and it is better than nothing.

"Take it." Resa said, she didn't argue.

"But, how can I get rid of this?"

"I said it took at least a year, and the bracelet on our hands has not been taken off. Think about it, if the Chinese knew that the thing was in our hands, would you think we could refuse his request?"

When Jesse thought of the Chinese, her expression became unnatural.

"What should we do?"

"Just treat it as nothing has happened, first find a way to remove the bracelet, and then take out the things and sell them when the matter is settled, and then do whatever you want."

"A year? It's so long."

...

At this moment, gunfire in the Norton Simon Museum gradually subsided.

There were four people left in the robbers, and all the police were shot to death.

"Go and get in the car." The robber shouted.

"Where is the thing? Who is holding the thing?" The boss of the robber discovered that none of them were carrying the backpack.

But the corpse of the companion on the ground did not have that backpack.

"Damn, who is in his hands?"

Someone counted their numbers, as well as the corpses on the ground, and they were all there.

"We are all here, and things must be here."

At this moment, the sound of a sirens came again from a distance.

The second group of policemen are coming.

The robber boss made a quick decision: "Go away, evacuate first."

If you don't leave, you really can't leave.

The four robbers got on the fire truck and rushed out directly. The police car in front came over and blocked the middle of the road.

"Crash over."

The police cars originally thought that the robbers would stop, but they didn't expect the robbers to hit them directly.

The robbers relied on the large and strong fire trucks.

He rushed straight and knocked the police car blocking the road away.

"Fake, the front is so smooth, why is it missing?"

Several robbers complained that they couldn't understand why the backpack disappeared.

...

Chen Zhao was walking on the road, and at this moment the fire truck that had passed by before came back.

The big man was still sitting by the window, their eyes facing each other.

The big man stared at Chen Zhao, and Chen Zhao also stared at the big man.

Although the gunfight just now happened was far away, Chen Zhao already knew that they were not firefighters.

Of course, it doesn't matter to you, and Chen Zhao is too lazy to ask about it.

If something evil spirit is causing trouble, Chen Zhao will solve it easily.

As for the arrest of criminals who murdered and set fire, it was the police's business.

If Chen Zhao met him on the spot, Chen Zhao might not have stood by.

But if Chen Zhao saw injustice and became a hero, Chen Zhao was lazy again.

Chen Zhao walked for a moment and looked around. It seemed that this was the place agreed upon by Laurente.

Suddenly, several people jumped out of the darkness, all of whom were covering their faces with guns in hand.

"Don't move."

"well……"

This old bastard has no new ideas at all.

Can't he think of some fresh tricks?

Chen Zhao beat all these people down with three punches and two kicks.

"Don't beat it, don't beat it... We are not robbers, we are actors... We are just actors... The gun is fake." These people were lying on the ground, wailing.

Chen Zhao picked up the gun on the ground, it was indeed fake.

In fact, he had known about Laurent's plan from Karim.

Chen Zhao took out his phone: "Hey, the police station? I want to report the case. I met robbers, but I have all cleaned up them and are now lying on the ground."

Soon, the police arrived.

And it was not one or two policemen, but a large wave of policemen, and they were all fully armed.

"Sir, did you call the police just now?" A policeman shouted from a distance and did not approach Chen Zhao immediately.

"Yes, these people attacked me." Chen Zhao replied, pointing to the people on the ground, and at the same time, Chen Zhao raised his hands to express his position.

After all, the police did not confirm Chen Zhao's identity, so if Chen Zhao could not make a threatless action, they would not dare to come over and might even shoot.

The police then came over: "Can you show me your ID?"

“In my pocket.”

Generally, when the police investigate, the person being investigated cannot put his hands into his pocket or trousers.

In this country where guns are flooded, such actions are likely to be drawing a gun.

The police took out Chen Zhao's driver's license and checked the ID number to confirm Chen Zhao's identity.

"Can you tell me what's going on?"

"I passed by here, and then they jumped out of the darkness and wanted to rob me with guns, and then I fought back and knocked them down, and then called the police."

The police looked at these people. When they received a call from Chen Zhao, they thought it was related to the attack at the Norton Simon Museum. Now it seems that they are thinking too much.

"Sir, can I go back to the police station and make a record?"
Chapter completed!