"Let the teacher be released and I'll give you the things."

Resa was secretly absorbing the heat in the room.

"Take the things out, or I'll kill him."

Resa hesitated for a moment and took out the Nosymara copper cone.

Ressa has always carried the Nosymara copper cone with her.

"Let the teacher go first, and I'll give you the things." Risa said.

Nader gave a look at the gunman behind Resa.

The gunman reached out to get the Nosymara bronze cone.

But when he touched the Nosimala copper cone, he was burned hard.

"Ah...so hot."

Resa released the heat energy from her body onto the Nosimala copper cone.

It also turned the Nosimala copper cone into a soldering iron.

Resa took advantage of the gunman's injury and immediately snatched the gunman's gun.

However, before she could shoot, Nader had already shot.

Resa was shot in the chest and fell to the ground.

Nader stepped forward and picked up the Nosymara copper cone wrapped in cloth.

Then, Nader turned around and fired a shot at Joe Barel.

A bloody flower bloomed on Joe Baller's forehead.

Risa could no longer make any sound at this moment, tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.

She never dreamed that she would kill Joe Baller.

This man who raised her for eleven years, took good care of herself, and regarded herself as her daughter.

But at this moment he died at the gun.

“Open the gas.”

Nader smiled and looked at Risa who was not dead on the ground.

"Poor child."

The house exploded to pieces in a loud explosion.

Two cars at the door flew away.

"Boss, you have already got the stuff, yes, the Nosimala copper cone has already got it."

The sound of fire trucks, the sound of police cars, and the sound of ambulances.

Resa's consciousness was still awake, and she could hear the sounds of ambulance personnel in the ambulance.

Resa regrets everything...

But what is missing most in this world is the medicine for regret.

Deep regret kept lingering in her mind.

...

"Hey, that girl is gone."

"How is it possible? She just had the surgery, where can she go?"

The nurse in the ward searched everything inside and outside, but could not find Risa at all.

Resa dragged her weak body, and her cheeks were wet with tears.

Regret was intertwined in her mind.

What she couldn't accept most was that even Joe Baller didn't have time to call him dad before he died.

Revenge, revenge on that group!

This is the only thing she wants to do now.

Driven by hatred, her brain was running rapidly.

Resa took out a cell phone, which she stolen.

Resa called the communications company.

"Hello, I'm a Los Angeles Policeman. My number is 054244. I want to check a phone number for a recent communication record."

There are thousands of communication companies in the United States, unlike only two in China, so it is relatively easy to communicate and the process is very simple.

Moreover, the police are also a golden sign in the United States, and can investigate most of the information.

"Hello, do you need a ride?" A sound of beating came.

Resa turned her head and saw Chen poking her head out of the car window.

"Why are you here?"

"You look very energetic when you come to visit you on behalf of the school." Chen said casually: "Goodbye."

"Do you want to make money? A lot of money."

"You just borrowed two million dollars from me. Do you still have the money to hire me?"

"Do you know about the Norton Simon Museum incident?"

"I know, I was there that day."

"I know whose hands the thing is."

"Oh, so what."

"That's a cultural relic of at least $300 million. Don't you want it?"

"If you are talking about 300 million US dollars in cash, I'm interested, but cultural relics, haha..."

Chen never thought that those cultural relics could be worth astronomical.

Most of them are fried, just like diamonds.

Of course, the value of some cultural relics is nothing more than the numbers obtained by some experts after valuation.

If someone buys it, that's the real value.

No one buys it, then it's just a valuation.

The transaction prices of most cultural relics are far lower than the valuation.

Only a small number of truly historical and archaeological values, as well as extremely rare cultural relics, really have those values.

"In fact, on the night of the Norton Simon Museum incident, Jesse and I were also planning to steal the Norton Simon Museum..."

Resa did not hide it and told Chen about her actions that day and the accident that happened.

Chen really didn't expect that a child like Risa would have such a big heart.

Theft of the National Museum is really not something that ordinary people have the courage to do.

"As long as you help me find that group of people, I can help you plan another theft plan. Of course, if you want to rob, I will help you too."

Chen rolled his eyes: "Do you have any misunderstandings about me? If I really lack money, I can go directly to rob the bank. Why do I have to rob the museum? Well, kid, hurry up and leave my sight before I call the police."

In Chen's eyes, Resa's mind was intoxicated.

"I don't want the two million dollars I invested to fail."

"You will regret it, you will regret it for missing a lot of money for yourself."

"goodbye."

"Even without you, I can do it alone."

Resa looked at Chen's leaving car.

My brain started running at high speed again.

At this time, the communications company sent a message.

This is Jesse's call record in recent days.

Judging from Jesse's call history, Jesse has only spoken with her and Vaka in recent days.

In other words, Jesse is likely to be planning to sell the stuff to Vaca.

Then Vaka leaked the news.

Vaka must have known the identity of the group.

...

"West, I want you to find out something."
To be continued...