fictionpage Chapter 433: Carrying It In Front Of People, Are You Angry Or Not?
Chapter 433: Carrying It In Front Of People, Are You Angry Or Not?
Throwing the pudgy middle-aged man to the terminal, Zhao Yan walked away.
Looking at the one million yen earned, Zhao Yan couldn't help but sigh: "It's easier to make money in Japan. No wonder some people in the country can't help but come here to work."
One million yen is roughly equivalent to 50,000 yuan in domestic terms.
He earned it in just one trip, which took less than an hour, which was terrifying.
As for the vomit in the car, Zhao Yan just pressed a button casually.
The filth fell directly to the ground through the hearse.
The cabin is still as clean as new.
the other side.
The short, fat, middle-aged man lying on the ground was helpless and furious.
Fortunately, the family knew that he had been drinking, and someone came out to greet him.
Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll have to lie down for a while.
...
at the same time.
The Magic City officials also learned that the cultural relics stolen from the Tokyo Museum appeared inexplicably in the Magic City Museum.
The entire senior management was collectively confused.
Afterwards, the Magic City officials made a decision and decided to accept this huge wealth!
However, he secretly commissioned Fang Chengwen to investigate and find out which hero did the good deed.
Fang Chengwen was watching the surveillance video of the museum exhibition hall at this time.
When I saw those cultural relics appearing almost out of thin air, I was stunned.
It wasn't until a familiar face appeared in the museum that he suddenly understood.
"It's actually this guy! Why did he go off to cause harm to the Japanese country?"
Fang Chengwen's eyes were lost in thought and he couldn't figure out the reason.
"Forget it, this is a good thing anyway!"
After thinking for a moment, he gave up treatment.
The ghost car comes and goes without a trace, and it is impossible to catch it.
Just take a look at Tokyo. I heard that cultural relics are disappearing under people’s noses, and it’s not that they are helpless.
"Hey, it's best to do more harm to the Japanese country."
Fang Chengwen smirked, what the other party did was in line with his taste.
Thinking of this, he compiled the files and prepared to report the situation to his superiors.
...
The next day.
Tokyo Police Department.
Taro Igawa, who had not slept all night, had just closed his eyes in the office, his expression extremely peaceful.
Suddenly, a violent knock on the door sounded.
Taro Igawa jumped up and sat up quickly.
In shock, he wiped his sweat, arranged his clothes, and then cleared his throat: "Come in."
"Director! We received a call from TEPCO Vice President Nakano Kazuki, saying that he was robbed of one million yen by a ride-hailing driver and was beaten to serious injuries."
One of his men ran in and said urgently.
"Baga! Do I need to take action on such a trivial matter?"
Taro Igawa slapped the table angrily. He was already worried about the museum, and after a whole night of investigation, he found no clues.
After finally squinting for a while, I was woken up by such a trivial matter.
Normally, he would have enthusiastically established a good relationship with TEPCO's vice president.
I'm not in the mood at all now.
The Prime Minister only gives you two days. If you can't find out that all the black hats are gone, why are you still currying favor with the Vice President of TEPCO?
"Director, after we went to investigate, we found that this online ride-hailing driver does not exist at all. His information was added after hacking into the ride-hailing software."
"And the other party's license plate number is almost the same. I suspect it has something to do with the theft of the museum."
His subordinates quickly handed over relevant information.
Igawa Taro's heart moved and he looked through it slowly.
Such a special period did not allow him not to think too much.
"Did you take a picture of the other party's face?"
"No."
"Contact me the traffic police team and make sure to find out the location of this car!"
Taro Igawa ordered with a serious face.
His intuition told him that there was something fishy about this car, and things might turn around after he found out.
"Hi!"
As soon as his men left, Akiho Ryuso's phone came in.
"Director, did you find anything?"
Igawa Taro asked immediately.
He has no clues at all now, and the criminal seems to have disappeared from the world.
"Director Ikawa, bring someone here quickly, that damn thief is here again!"
"Ah! Stop! My blue and white porcelain..."
Hearing the chaos coming from the other side, Taro Igawa's face changed drastically, and he quickly hung up the phone and raised his hands.
Dozens of people rushed to the Tokyo Museum.
.....
The Tokyo Museum has been temporarily closed due to the theft.
An exhibition hall in the Oriental Pavilion.
Akiho Ryusei was sitting on the ground, his face looking like a dead mother.
He stared blankly at the Yuan Qinghua disappearing from the showcase.
"Baga, no, I can't steal anymore."
Nearly a hundred precious cultural relics were lost yesterday, and they are still here today.
People can't be so shameless, why can't they steal from another family?
Tsudai Hayato held a samurai sword and stood guard next to a precious cultural relic.
The same goes for other security personnel.
They worked in pairs, facing each other and staring intently at the cultural relics in the display cases. As soon as they disappeared, they would chop into the air on both sides.
"It's gone, cut it quickly!"
One of the security guards yelled and slashed to the side first.
Upon hearing this, the companion on the opposite side also hurriedly slashed towards the other side.
Naturally, nothing was cut.
"wipe."
Zhao Yan dodged the katana, feeling that Xiaozhi was so damn insidious.
But then he changed his strategy and stood behind one of the security personnel to collect the cultural relics.
"ha!"
"I'll cut it!"
"idiot!"
"Ah! Why did you chop me?"
Zhao Yan made trouble while collecting cultural relics.
A moment later, a security guard was accidentally injured by one of his own and had to retreat temporarily.
Tsushiro Hayato's face turned black with anger.
"Idiot! Idiot!"
Seeing that the cultural relics were getting fewer and fewer, he was so anxious that he couldn't do anything.
At this moment, Taro Igawa hurried over with dozens of people.
Seeing Akiho Ryusei sitting on the ground with his eyes blank, he quickly walked over and helped him up: "Director, are you okay?"
"Cultural relics, my cultural relics..."
Akiho Ryuso murmured.
"Everyone continue to form a circle and get on the thermal imaging camera!"
This is the best and simplest method.
This was the method yesterday to make the damn thief retreat temporarily.
After hearing this, everyone seemed to have found a backbone and started playing games hand in hand.
When Zhao Yan saw this, he smiled contemptuously.
There are so many exhibition halls in the Oriental Museum, so labor and management can exchange them for one!
No one can stop him from bringing cultural relics back to the embrace of his motherland.
I got on the hearse and whizzed to another exhibition hall.
Because it was closed, there was no one here.
Zhao Yan got out of the car quickly and started to carry it hard.
At this time, Taro Igawa was still leading people to slowly scan the air in the encirclement.
After a while.
Still found nothing.
Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the thief had been scared off.
A shrill alarm sounded.
"No! That despicable thief went to another exhibition hall!"
Akiho Ryuso shouted with a pale face.
Then he hurriedly ran towards the exhibition hall where the alarm sounded.
Seeing this, the others quickly followed.
When I arrived at the exhibition hall, I saw an empty display cabinet.
"Baga! Poof..."
Qiubao Liu was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes and fell back.
"curator!"
"Quick, call the doctor!"
"damn it!"
Taro Igawa and his party were in a hurry.
Akiho Ryusei is a well-known master of cultural relics research in the Japanese country and has a high prestige.
If something happens, then everything is over.