Demons Beside You (The Demons Beside Me)

"Let the teacher go, and I will give you the things."

Raisa was secretly absorbing the heat in the room.

"Hand it over or I'll kill him."

Raisa hesitated for a moment and took out the Noximala copper cone.

Raisa always carries the Noximala copper cone with her.

"Let the teacher go first, and then I will give you the things." Raisa said.

Nader glanced at the gunman behind Raisa.

The gunman reached for the Noximala copper awl.

But the moment he came into contact with the Noximala copper cone, he was severely burned.

"Ah... so hot."

Raisa releases the heat energy from her body onto the Noximala copper cone.

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

Raisa took advantage of the gunman's injury and immediately grabbed the gunman's gun.

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

Bang——

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

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

Then, Nader turned back and shot Joe Baller.

A bloody flower bloomed on Joe Baller's forehead.

Raisa could no longer make a sound at this moment, with tears streaming 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 her, and regarded her as his daughter.

But at this moment he died at gunpoint.

"Turn on the gas."

Nader smiled and looked at Raisa who was still on the ground.

"poor child."

boom--

In a huge explosion, the house was blown to pieces.

The two cars at the door drove away.

"Boss, I've got the things. Yes, I've got the Noximala copper cone."

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

Raisa was still conscious, and she could hear the voices of the ambulance personnel.

Raisa regrets, regrets everything...

But what the world lacks most is regret medicine.

Deep regret continued to linger in her mind.

…

"Hey, the girl is gone."

"How is that possible? She just had the surgery. Where can she go?"

The nurse in the ward searched inside and outside, but there was no trace of Raisa at all.

Raisa dragged her weak body, tears wet her cheeks uncontrollably.

Regret raced through her mind.

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

Revenge, revenge on those people!

This is the only thing she wants to do now.

Driven by hatred, her brain was running rapidly.

Raisa took out a mobile phone, which she had stolen.

Raisa dialed the phone number of the communications company.

"Hello, I am a Los Angeles police officer. My number is 054244. I want to check the recent communication records of a phone number."

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

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

"Hello, do you need a ride?" came a stern voice.

Raisa turned her head and saw Chen Zhao sticking his head out of the car window.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm here to visit you on behalf of the school. You seem to be in good spirits." Chen Zhao 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 anything about the Norton Simon Museum incident?”

"I know, I was around there that day."

"I know whose hands it is."

"Oh, so what."

"That's a cultural relic worth at least 300 million US dollars. Don't you want it?"

"If you are talking about US$300 million in cash, I am interested, but cultural relics, haha..."

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

Most of them are speculated, just like diamonds.

Of course, the value of some cultural relics is just a figure obtained by some experts’ valuation.

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

No one is buying it, so it's just a valuation.

The transaction price of most cultural relics is far lower than the estimated value.

Only a small number of cultural relics that truly have historical and archaeological value, 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 rob the Norton Simon Museum..."

Raisa didn't hide anything and told Chen Zhao about her actions that day and the accident that happened.

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

Stealing the National Museum is not something ordinary people would have the guts 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 also help you."

Chen Zhao rolled his eyes: "Do you have any misunderstandings about me? If I was really short of money, I could go directly to rob the bank. Why should I rob the museum? Okay, kids, get away from me before I call the police. Sight."

In Chen Zhao's eyes, Raisa was out of her mind.

"I don't want the $2 million I invested to go to waste."

"You're going to regret it. You're going to regret missing out on a lot of money."

"goodbye."

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

Raisa looked at Chen Zhao's leaving car.

The brain is running at high speed again.

At this time, the communication company sent a message.

This is Jesse’s call record in recent days.

Judging from Jesse's call records, Jesse has only spoken to her and Waka in recent days.

In other words, Jesse is probably planning to sell things to Waka.

Then Waka leaked the news.

Waka must know the identity of the group.

…

"West, I want to ask you something."

"What's up?"

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

"President, you didn't do this, did you?"

“If it were me, it wouldn’t be the Norton Simon Museum, but some major bank in Los Angeles.”

West thought about it, too.

If Chen Zhao wanted to rob, he would definitely go to the bank directly.

Instead of robbing the museum, the value conversion efficiency is too low.

"President, what question do you want to ask?"

"I found some clues and I want to know what the actual value of the lost cultural relics is."

"President, we are more of a public sector. Don't you think we should return the lost cultural relics to their owners?"

"What you said is meaningless. I originally wanted to use half of the money as funds for our association."

"You told me earlier." West suddenly became excited.

He had long followed the Norton Simon Museum incident, so he knew the value of those lost artifacts.

"Three of the four lost cultural relics are valued between US$80 million and US$150 million. However, a wealthy man once offered the Ring of Romance for US$200 million, but was rejected. "

Chen Zhao narrowed his eyes, which meant that the value of at least one of the lost cultural relics was certain.