This system is too salty

After more than 20 minutes, all the wooden boxes on the two trucks were unloaded, and all the workers joined the ranks of carrying the boxes.

Mr. Gu and Lawrence also came up from the underground warehouse a few minutes ago, and they were holding hands and chatting happily, apparently saying goodbye.

After another 5 minutes, all the work was done, and a dozen workers and security guards walked towards the locker room where Zhao Mian was, talking and laughing, to wash up and change clothes before leaving get off work.

"Dry!"

This was beyond Zhao Mian's expectation.

Make a decisive decision and do it directly!

Zhao Mian opened the locker room door and took a step forward, waving his hands again and again when everyone looked back.

Immediately, more than 30 shock bombs appeared in front of everyone in the warehouse out of thin air, and two people co-authored three.

Especially those bodyguards were taken care of, Zhao Mian directly threw 10 among the group of people.

The distance between the two front and rear gates is a bit far, and the space delivery cannot be delivered directly, but Zhao Mian also threw 5 pieces to the security rooms on both sides.

Boom~ boom~

The shock bombs that had already been unplugged exploded without any delay.

The unbearable loud sound of the human body exploded with the strong light, and everyone in the warehouse fell to the ground in pain, their minds buzzing.

A few guys with poor physique even fainted directly, Lawrence and Michael were among them.

The strong light passed, and Zhao Mian, who hid back in the locker room and closed the door, immediately opened the door and came out, shaking his head, feeling a little dizzy, the burst of explosion just now was too loud.

He also didn't expect the shock bomb to be so powerful that it could affect him through nearly 20 meters and a wall.

With a turn of his internal strength, the discomfort in his head disappeared, and Zhao Mian quickly walked to the fallen man with an anesthesia air gun in each hand.

Both hands kept pulling the trigger, and everyone who fell to the ground in pain received an anesthetic injection, and even those who passed out were not spared. In less than ten seconds, everyone on the ground passed out from the injection.

That Mr. Gu raised his head and wanted to say something, but he just said "you" before rolling his eyes and becoming dizzy.

Scanning around, Zhao Mian found that there was one less truck driver on the ground, and he probably was in the cab.

The anesthesia gun in his left hand disappeared and turned into an AK47. Zhao Mian fired directly at the roof, and a lot of dust fell down.

"I don't want to kill people, everyone on the truck, get down, or if I find you, it will not be an anesthesia gun. I will let you taste the wisdom of former Soviet engineers."

In the cab of a truck, the driver who had just woken up and was still in a state of panic for a few seconds struggled for less than a second, and immediately opened the door and got out, and raised his hands in the air very interestingly.

"Don't shoot, I'm willing to be a hostage, I..."

Before he finished speaking, he received an anesthesia injection, fell to the ground and passed out.

hum~~

Mr. Gu's black car started roaring and accelerated towards Zhao Mian.

This was beyond Zhao Mian's expectation, but he jumped onto the top of the truck beside him very lightly and calmly.

The black car picked up speed very quickly and ran over the bodies of three workers. One flicked to a stop beside Mr. Gu who fell to the ground, and there were two bodyguards in black suits under the car.

The driver's door opened, and a capable guy jumped out, holding a pistol in his right hand and about to shoot Zhao Mian, while squatting down to use his left hand to drag Mr. Gu into the car.

Seeing this guy disregarding the lives of the people on the ground, Zhao Mian's eyes sharpened, the air gun on his right hand disappeared, and ten steel nails appeared out of thin air.

With a wave of his right hand, the steel nail disappeared in a flash.

"Uh~"

The lean bodyguard in black suit who was pulling the trigger with his finger fell to the ground and died, with several nails in his left chest, throat, and forehead.

Reflexively, the gun in the hand of the fallen corpse was pulled, and the bullet hit an unlucky cultural relic appraisal expert on the ground.

After calming down his anger, Zhao Mian quickly walked around the warehouse and scanned around. He found two more sober guys in the security room at the front and rear gates. One of them rewarded them with an anesthetic bullet.

It is a bit stretched to do things alone, just like at this time, if there are two or three more people to help, Zhao Mian will not be in such a hurry.

With such a big commotion, time is running out.

Zhao Mian quickly came to the underground entrance, and he slashed open the two coded iron gates with the space blade.

After walking down more than 30 steps, a thick coded door in front of me blocked the way.

Without much delay, he went directly to the space blade. Two seconds later, a big hole was opened in the nearly one-meter-thick iron gate, and Zhao Mian stepped in.

This is a large underground safe of more than 600 square meters!It's big enough.

It is surrounded by ultra-high-strength reinforced concrete ten meters thick.

Looks solid.

But for Zhao Mian, it was a piece of cake.

In the underground warehouse, rows of two-meter-high steel shelves are neatly arranged, on which are displayed a large number of various cultural relics, bronzes, vases, oil paintings, gold products, porcelain, marble sculptures...

"Time is running out!"

Zhao Mian, who thought he had seen a lot of big scenes, was stunned for a second when he saw the large number of cultural relics. He said with emotion that he was a little worried that there would not be enough space again.

In order to speed up the efficiency, Zhao Mian performed lightness kung fu, and his figure walked through the shelves like electricity, and the cultural relics touched by his hands disappeared immediately and were taken into the space.

Let's start with Chinese cultural relics and eye-catching items first.

More than half of the shelves are Chinese cultural relics, and the dragon head is on the list.

Zhao Mian also saw several exquisitely shaped bronzes and several dignified and vicissitudes of Buddha heads.

These were all taken into the space, and seeing that there was room to spare, Zhao Mian began to attack other cultural relics.

Statues of ancient Greece, golden crowns of Egypt, armor weapons of Rome, clay tablets of the Mesopotamia, sacrificial golden utensils of Byzantium...

The space is full, and [-]% of the items on the shelves have disappeared.

Looking back regretfully, Zhao Mian quickly returned to the ground with a smile on his face.

This harvest is really not small.

Only 6 minute has passed.

The French police have not yet arrived.

Searched several bodyguards and put the loot in the backpack behind him.

With a laugh, Zhao Mian threw the still unconscious Mr. Gu, his two bodyguards, Lawrence and his son, and the two directors of MP Company into the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz business car, and gave them acupuncture points just to be safe.

The back of the commercial vehicle was packed to the brim.

With one foot of the accelerator, the black Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle quickly rushed out of the warehouse and onto the road.

Zhao Mian took off his helmet and black hood, hummed a little tune, took out a remote control and pressed it.

The ten jammers that interfered with the monitoring all exploded at once. The explosion power was very small, but all the jammers were reimbursed.

On the road to downtown Paris, Zhao Mian found a secluded path and turned in.

After 10 minutes, the car drove out again, and Zhao Mian drove to a side road that was not monitored and stopped.

Opening the rear door, Zhao Mian dragged out the four MP company guys who were stripped to their shorts.

At this time, the hands and feet of the four people were tied, and they were tied with professional mountaineering knot locks, which could ensure that they were evenly stressed when they were hoisted.

Zhao Mian hung several people on four street lamps one by one, each of them was seven or eight meters high from the ground.

In this way, the tradition of hanging street lamps during the French Revolution reappeared more than 100 years ago.

It's spectacular.

The busy work took less than 5 minutes, during which no cars passed by.

After driving the Mercedes-Benz for a few minutes, Zhao Mian picked up the phone and called the police. He said that he saw four people hanging on the road, with vertical banners on their feet that said "There are bombs" on them, and that the four people had a bomb on their waists. All tied with a package.

Zhao Mian hung up the phone without waiting for the questioning from the other side.

Then he called France [-] TV, Le Monde, and Liberation respectively, saying that the executives of the MP had been put on street lights, and they should go there quickly, otherwise the exclusive news would be gone.

The mobile phone belonged to Michael, who was hung on the street lamp. After several phone calls, Zhao Mian grabbed his hand, and the expensive customized mobile phone was instantly shattered, and Zhao Mian threw it out of the window.

After driving for a while, he turned the car into a remote path and parked beside a secluded forest. Zhao Mian pulled Mr. Gu out of the car and threw him on the ground, then took out his phone and called Secretary Yang.

"How's it going?"

"Successful, where are you going?"

"Transported to..."

"and many more!"

"what happened?"

Zhao Mian frowned and looked carefully at the face of Mr. Gu who fell on the ground unconscious. The more he looked, the more disharmonious he felt.

He reached out and grabbed a wig from the guy's head, and then pulled it out, and the beard fell off.

This guy is a man under 30 years old, much younger than the Mr. Gu in the information, and his appearance is six points similar, and with such a dress, he will be eight or nine points like him.

I missed it!Dry!

"This is a counterfeit! This Mr. Gu is a fake!"

"what!"