Jesse opened the backpack. There were four or five items inside.
"Ah, this is the Nocimarra Awl you mentioned," Jesse exclaimed in surprise.
Lisa's eyes froze. Her gaze was not on the Nocimarra Awl.
Instead, it was on the other items, which were far more valuable than the Nocimarra Awl.
"The Mayan Golden Knife, the Greek Godly Cup, the Roman Ring …" Lisa said.
"These are also items, right?"
"These three items are all worth more than a hundred million dollars."
Clang —
The Roman Ring in Jesse's hand fell to the ground.
"Are you kidding?"
"Don't think about it. We can't get rid of them in a short time. Both sides must be desperately looking for us. Unless you want to die, you can't get rid of them."
"Then we can sell the Nocimarra Awl. It's not that valuable."
"The Nocimarra Awl was lost with several other items. If we take it out, doesn't that mean the other items are also in our hands?"
"How long will that take? A month? Or two months? "
"A year. That's the minimum," Lisa said. "And the L.A. black market doesn't have that big of an appetite."
"A year? That's too long. "
"Do you want to die? If you do, we can split it now. Each of us gets two. "
"Why should I get two each? I put in the most effort, so I want three."
"Without me, do you think you could come back alive?" Lisa said. "Besides, I can work with anyone. I'm irreplaceable, but you can be replaced by anyone."
This was what Jesse had always said to her in the past. This time, she returned it to him.
"You can pick two."
"Are you sure? I want the Mayan Golden Knife and the Greek Godly Cup. "
All three were worth a hundred million dollars. Of course, she would choose two of them.
As for the Nocimarra Awl, it was far less valuable than the other three. It was better than nothing.
"Take it," Lisa said. She didn't argue.
"But how do we get rid of it?"
"I said at least a year, and we haven't removed the bracelets from our hands. Think about it, if the Chinese knew that the bracelets were in our hands, do you think we would be able to refuse his request?"
As soon as Jesse thought of the Chinese man, his expression became unnatural.
"Then what should we do?"
"Just pretend that nothing happened. First, find a way to remove the bracelet. Then, when things settle down, take it out and sell it. Then, you can do whatever you want."
"One year? It's so long. "
…
At this moment, the gunshots in the Norton Simon Museum gradually died down.
There were only four robbers left, and all the policemen had been shot dead.
"Let's go, get in the car," the robber boss shouted.
"Where is it? Who's holding it? "The bandit leader realized that none of the four of them were carrying the backpack.
But his companion's body on the ground didn't have the backpack either.
"Damn it, who has it?"
Someone counted the number of people and the corpses on the ground. They were all there.
"All of us are here. The thing must still be here."
At this moment, the sound of sirens came from afar again.
The second batch of policemen was about to arrive.
The bandit leader made a prompt decision. "Let's go. Retreat first."
If they didn't leave now, they really wouldn't be able to.
The four robbers boarded the fire truck and charged out. Just then, the police cars came and blocked the road.
"Ram them."
The police cars had thought that the robbers would stop, but they didn't expect them to ram them directly.
The robbers relied on the fact that the fire truck was large and sturdy.
They rammed into the police cars blocking the road and sent them flying.
"F * ck, everything was going so smoothly. How did it disappear?"
The robbers complained. They couldn't understand why the backpack had disappeared.
…
Chen Zhao walked on the road. Just then, the fire truck that had passed by earlier returned.
It was the same burly man sitting by the window. Their eyes met.
The man stared at Chen Zhao, and Chen Zhao stared back.
The gunfight had happened far away, but Chen Zhao already knew that they weren't firefighters.
Of course, it wasn't related to him, so Chen Zhao couldn't be bothered to ask.
If it was some evil spirit, Chen Zhao could deal with it in passing.
As for arresting murderers and arsonists, that was the police's job.
If Chen Zhao had seen them here, he might not have just stood by and watched.
But Chen Zhao was too lazy to be a good man when it came to injustice.
Chen Zhao walked for a while and looked around. This seemed to be the place that Laurent had agreed on.
Suddenly, a few people jumped out of the darkness. They were all masked and pointed their guns at Chen Zhao.
"Don't move."
"Sigh …"
This old bastard didn't have any new ideas.
Couldn't he think of something new?
With a few punches and kicks, Chen Zhao beat them all to the ground.
"Stop, stop … We're not robbers, we're actors … We're just actors … The guns are fake." They lay on the ground and wailed.
Chen Zhao picked up the guns. They were indeed fake.
In fact, he'd already heard about Laurent's plan from Karim.
Chen Zhao took out his phone. "Hello, police station? I want to make a report. I met robbers, but I took care of them. They're lying on the ground now. "
A while later, the police came.
It wasn't just one or two, but a large group of fully armed police.
"Sir, did you call the police?" a police officer called from afar. He didn't approach Chen Zhao immediately.
"Yes, they attacked me," Chen Zhao answered, pointing at the people on the ground. At the same time, Chen Zhao raised his hands to show his stance.
After all, the police hadn't confirmed Chen Zhao's identity. If Chen Zhao didn't do anything non-threatening, they wouldn't dare to come over. They might even shoot.
Only then did the police come over. "Can I see your ID?"
"It's in my pocket."
Usually, when the police were interrogating someone, they couldn't put their hand into their pocket or pants.
In this country where guns were everywhere, such an action was very likely to be taking out a gun.
The police took out Chen Zhao's driver's license. After checking the ID number, they confirmed Chen Zhao's identity.
"Can you tell me what happened in detail?"
"I was passing by and they jumped out of the darkness with guns, trying to rob me. I fought back and knocked them down. Then I called the police."
The police looked at the people. When they'd received Chen Zhao's call, they'd thought it was related to the attack at the Norton Simon Museum. Now, it seemed that they'd thought too much.
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