"Uncle, what's wrong?" the young man asked anxiously.
The bearded man picked up the TV and shook it, shouting anxiously, "Where's the saber? Where's the saber I put in myself? Where's the saber? "
The few of them were stunned. "Where did you put it? Didn't you put it in yourself? "
To keep it a secret, the precious saber was handled by the bearded man himself. No one else knew where it had been hidden.
The saber had been used by Gaddafi, who had just been overthrown, to decorate his office documents. The base of the saber was made of precious black agate, and the scabbard and handle were made of ivory. It was inlaid with diamonds, rubies, emeralds, opals, and other precious gems.
Some of the bearded man's men had been Gaddafi's guards. Taking advantage of the chaos, they had stolen the saber.
But in America, this kind of cultural relic that had entered the country without a record was contraband. It could not be sold or auctioned publicly.
Therefore, these people thought of an idea. They would display the saber in a storage auction, then send it to Christie's, Sotheby's, and other super auction houses for money.
Of course, according to American law, it was not so easy to clear a cultural relic. Otherwise, storage auctions would have long been taken over by money launderers and smugglers.
But displaying the saber in a storage auction was the first step in clearing the relic. There were still other steps that required the help of other organizations. It was very troublesome.
But they did not need to trouble themselves, because the saber was gone.
Hearing the bearded man's words, the young man asked in shock, "Uncle, you, you, you hid the saber in the TV?"
The bearded man shouted, "Of course, I've already thought of a story. I'll say that the d * mn saber was stolen and then hidden in the TV and smuggled into America …"
"But, since the saber was smuggled in, how could it be left in the storage?" the young man asked.
The bearded man slapped him and shouted, "Is this something we need to pay attention to now? Where is the saber?! "
"Isn't it in another TV?"
The bearded man roared. "There's only one TV. It should be here, but d * mn it, it's not here!"
The young man, Zamal, said subconsciously, "Allah above, it must be that d * mn Chinese guy who took it!"
Azhamu said doubtfully, "That's not possible. We've been standing guard here since the auction ended. He didn't come back at all. No one was allowed to enter the warehouse during the auction."
"He took the saber right after the auction ended before we returned," Zamal said confidently.
Azzam was even more confused. "But how did he know that the dagger was in the TV?"
"It's only been a few minutes since the auction ended. He couldn't have searched the storage units during that time. That's not the habit of treasure hunters."
"Even if he suddenly had a sudden impulse to clean up the warehouse in advance, would he happen to find this knife?"
"That's right. Even if he found the saber, why did he turn the TV back on?"
"Unless he knows that Saber is in here, isn't that right, Farhad?" A man who was the leader of the strong Middle Easterners asked sinisterly.
Farhad said angrily, "What do you mean by this?"
The man said coldly, "Do you know what I mean? The saber was lost. It was inconceivable. Isn't it a little strange?"
Farhad got even angrier and bellowed, "Are you saying that I colluded with the infidels to steal this knife? Are you insulting me? "
The man laughed coldly. "I didn't mean anything. You don't have to explain it to me. Explain it to the chief. If the chief believes you, then there's no problem."
Hearing the second half of his sentence, Farhad shuddered and shouted, "The saber must be in the hands of that Chinese man. Find him, find the saber!"
The man snorted. "Not necessarily, Farhad. Let's go see the chief. In fact, we don't even know if you put the saber in the storage unit!"
"You suspect me? You suspect me?! "
"I suspect everyone. Let's go see the chief!"
Farhad's lips trembled a few times. He said, "Don't rush, my brother Wahab. I can't remember clearly. Let's search again. Maybe I put it somewhere else."
The strong man stared at him darkly and said, "Allah above, don't you dare play any tricks, or I'll make you wish you were dead!"
"Of course, I won't play any tricks." Farhad smiled honestly. Then, he said to his nephew, "Go, chase the people outside away. We'll move everything out."
Everyone entered the storage unit and started moving the stuff inside. While everyone was inside, Farhad suddenly rushed out and pulled down the storage unit door. He quickly locked it up.
The people inside started shouting.
"Farhad! What are you doing? "
"You wretch who deserves to go to hell. You stupid donkey, it was you who stole the saber!"
"You're dead, you b * stard. I swear to Allah, you're dead!"
Outside the storage unit, Azzam and Zamal were stunned. They said, "Uncle, what are you doing? Are you crazy? "
Farhad said anxiously, "Start the car. Hurry up, we have to leave Kingman!"
"You really took the saber?" The young man, Zamal, was delighted.
Farhad said irritably, "No, who knows who stole it."
"Then why did you do it?"
"Because I can't go see the Sheikh! The Sheikh won't believe me. Hurry up, let's go first and find out who took the saber. Then we'll get it back and go see the Sheikh! Hurry up! "
Farhad pushed the two of them hard. Thinking of the Sheikh's suspicions and tyranny, the two of them shuddered and quickly drove away.
As the instigators, Li Du and the others were already getting further and further away on Route 66.
The exquisite saber was in his bag. He reached out to hold the handle. On such a hot day, his hands were in the airtight bag, but his palms were dry and not sweaty at all.
This saber was definitely a treasure. In such a hot day, the handle felt cool to the touch. From this, one could tell how good the material was.
But Li Du, who had gotten the saber, was not happy. He felt that he had gotten his hands on a scourge. If even he knew that this saber was priceless, then its owner would naturally know better.
Obviously, the other party would not let the saber go easily. Perhaps this thing would bring him trouble in the end!
But under those circumstances, Li Du could not give up on the saber.
He was not a saint, he was a mortal with emotions and desires. This saber was too exquisite and too valuable. He was willing to take the risk for this saber!
Hans saw that he was in a trance and asked, "What's wrong? You seem to be dissatisfied with the auction this time?"
Li Du quickly found an excuse and sighed. "I feel that it was not a wise choice for us to take the saber inside."
Hans pursed his lips. "That's what we got legally. Don't worry, buddy. This is America, the land of the law. As long as we don't break the law, no one can do anything to us!"
Li Du shook his head. "It's not that simple."
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