American Fortune Life

According to the saying, ten miles of different winds and hundreds of miles of customs, the cultural customs of each country are also distinct, the streets of the foot basin are very lively, like the microcosm of a society, to show a hundred life, the night is the heaven of the foot basin people, and the day becomes the graves of the hair.

Night's foot basins, neon flashes, paper drunken fans, and tomorrow morning they'll regain their righteous appearance. It's hard to imagine a nation!

The convoy passed through the bustling city of Tokyo and drove to Narita Airport. Andy looked out the window at the Tokyo night scene, but his eyebrows were wrinkling slightly. He glanced at his watch from time to time to confirm the time.

The little assistant sitting next to Andy had long noticed some anomalies today, but the smarter she was, she wasn't curious to explore them, and the longer she stayed with him, the more she understood, there were certain things that she knew, that nature would know, should not know, never be curious.

Meanwhile, "Motors burst out of nowhere on the edge of Tokyo in the middle of the night, dazzling lights broke through the darkness, and five mountain cross-country motorcycles rushed past into an abandoned factory.

“Squeak! Woo--”

The sound of the brakes, accompanied by the tires rubbing against the ground, raised the dust in the sky under the light.

Gloves, black leather jackets, black helmets, five members of the courier team looked at a black SUV that opened the trunk on the factory floor and looked at each other. Although the black lights blindly couldn't see each other's faces, they also erected the brackets, got off the motorcycle and walked towards the car together.

There was nobody on the black SUV but five file bags in the open trunk, and Stephanie picked up one of the file bags, opened it, and reached out and pulled a pile of stuff out of it.

Brand new ID, passport, a cash check, $10,000.

“Hoo--”

Stephanie sighed a little dull, her tight heart strings temporarily loosened up. To be honest, his biggest concern was that the other party would remove the donkey and kill it, so far they seemed safe.

“Put something down, let's go! ”

Saying, putting the black backpack in his hand and the guitar box behind him in the trunk of the car, then picking up the other four file bags, watching the other four people put the guitar box in the trunk in turn, Ottav put the foot basin knife in his hand when he left and also put it in the trunk. Stephanie looked at Ottaff thoughtfully and pressed the button to close the trunk automatically, watching the trunk slowly close.

“Go!”

After that, he quickly walked to another car, and soon the car started, rushing out of the old factory building and disappearing into the night.

“Tap! ”

In a dark corner of the old factory building, two men in black suits walked out with a pistol in each hand, walked to the car in footsteps, opened the door, got in, started, a beautiful reverse tail, speeded out of the factory and rushed into the dark night.

Tokyo Haneda Airport, with a pair of glasses and a stubborn face, Stephanie wore a trench coat, dragged her suitcase and walked to the airport with a faint passport and airline ticket.

After passing the security check smoothly, he looked back at the long team behind him and then turned to walk towards the terminal with a faint smile on his face.

A fleet of ten black SUVs swept into a private apron at Haneda Airport, and Andy walked out of the car, with some cool wind blowing his trench coat.

“Has the couriers left?” Andy with a smile looked at Martin beside him and asked.

“Everything is going very well right now, just waiting for the plane to take off. ”

Andy nodded with a smile and watched as his bodyguards walked up the stairs with a black suitcase on their own, then reached out and patted Martin on the shoulder and said, "Good, didn't disappoint me, notify the captain and take off now! ”

“Okay, boss. ”

“Ha ha...” Swinging back on an empty apron with a delightful chuckle, Andy's footsteps climbed onto the gangway, followed by a small assistant stepping on high heels.

As the Boeing 747 continued to accelerate on the runway, climbing, sitting on the plane, Andy, who was already grinning, looked at the panoramic view on the floor under his foot and projected the glorious night view of the foot basin, sincerely exclaiming: “This trip to the foot basin is really full and returning! ”

This evening is undoubtedly wonderful for Andy Smith, who has returned full, but for others it is doomed to insomnia, especially the pedestrians.

Around 2: 00 a.m., the Kyoto Ueno region made a big alarm call, completely breaking the silence in the middle of the night, the road has been closed, the entire Tokyo National Museum has been dragged up the yellow line, complete martial law, the night sky in front of the square of the National Museum has been illuminated by blue and red police lights, dozens of police cars parked in front of the door of the National Museum, everywhere looked ugly, panicked police, and media journalists stopped outside the martial law line were frantically taking pictures, constantly shouting problems, the scene was unusually noisy.

At this time, in the Tokyo National Museum, the director of the Kyoto Police Department, Takakura, who had arrived for the first time, opened his eyes with anger, his fists tight, his face red, his whole body trembling in a wondrous second-floor Oriental Hall, looking at the glass of the ground, a looted exhibition cabinet, was randomly still on the ground painting frame and frame, he knew that this was an astonishing case that was about to shock the world, and he and his department would probably face unprecedented pressure, and his political career might come to an end.

“Report, sir... ”

Takakura played dark as dark as ink, his shady eyes frightened the secretary who came to report, his pale face swallowed the report to his mouth.

“Say!”

“ Report, sir, that injured security guard, because he lost too much blood, has... I lost my job. ”

“Baga! ”

“Cancel all police leave, return to your ranks immediately, martial law in all Kyoto, post checks on all roads entering and leaving Kyoto, and immediately seal off all ports outside Kyoto, with a special focus on the Sky Dynasty! Especially the heavenly dynasty who's ready to leave the pedestal!

Absolutely not, let these treasures leave Kyoto, let all police officers go and check out all suspects. Inform all associations and ask them to give their full assistance in the investigation... ”

Takakura has become a little hysterical. He knows that the time left to him, no, to Kyoto and even to the entire foot basin is running out. More than seven hours have passed since the time of the incident. I am afraid that these brave bandits have long gone. The only thing that can be done now is to stop these treasures of treasure from flowing out of the foot basin. Once they leave the foot basin, these stolen treasures will disappear completely and become an eternal mystery.

However, he also knew that what he had done had had little effect, and that since the other party had been able to do so, he was not convinced that the group of bandits would not have anticipated the reaction of the pedestrian government.

It's over!

He knew that he was probably less violent this time, and when he was losing consciousness, his phone rang, saw the call, slightly pale, trembled and his fingers picked up.

“‘March Moon Sect Near' must be recovered! Must!”

“Hi, Your Majesty, please... ”

Takakura plays pale face, sincerely frightened to say anything, the phone has sent a chirping busy sound, bitter looking at the phone in hand.

"Near the March Moon Sect", representing the five knives of the foot basin, one of the five swords in the world, is one of the earliest knife makers of the foot basin, the three nearest sects of the representative work. This knife is highly regarded for its fine art and material value and is designated a national treasure by the pedestal government.

These thieves who deserve to go to hell are clearly a theft of relics against xing, why steal the March Moon Sect!

Takakura not only is not a fool, but is also very clever. From the variety of stolen antiquities, he first thought that the theft was premeditated. The case against the antiquities of heaven and dynasty is most likely the case of heaven and dynasty people.

At this point, his phone rang again, and when he picked up, he heard the Prime Minister jumping like a thunder...