"Let the teacher go and I'll give it to you."
Lisa was secretly absorbing the heat in the room.
"Give it to me or I'll kill him."
Lisa hesitated and took out Nocimarra's awl.
Ryssa always carried the Nocsimarra Cone with her.
"Let the teacher go first and I'll give it to you," Lisa said.
Nader looked at the gunman behind Lisa.
The gunman reached for Nocimarra's awl.
However, the moment he came into contact with Nosimarra's copper awl, he was scorched.
"Ah … It's hot."
Lisa released the heat in her body onto Nocimarra's awl.
It also turned Nocimarra's awl into a soldering iron.
Lisa grabbed the gunman's gun while he was injured.
But before she could shoot, Nader had already fired.
Bang!
Lisa was shot in the chest and fell to the ground.
Nader walked up and picked up Nocimarra's awl wrapped in cloth.
Then Nader turned back and fired at Joe Balor.
Blood bloomed on Joe Balor's forehead.
Lisa couldn't make a sound anymore. Tears flowed from her eyes.
She had never dreamed that she would kill Joe Balor.
The man who raised her for eleven years, took good care of her, and treated her like his daughter.
But now, he died under a gun.
"Turn on the gas."
Nader smiled at Lisa who wasn't dead yet.
"Poor girl."
Boom!
With a loud explosion, the house was blown into pieces.
The two cars parked in front of the entrance drove away.
"Boss, we got it. Yes, we got Nocimarra's awl."
The sound of fire engines, police cars, and ambulances could be heard.
Lisa was still conscious. She could hear the paramedics in the ambulance.
Lisa regretted everything …
But what she lacked the most in the world was medicine for regret.
A deep sense of regret lingered in her mind.
…
"Huh? That girl is gone."
"How is it possible? She just had surgery. Where can she go?"
The nurses in the ward searched inside and out, but they couldn't find Raisa at all.
Lisa dragged her weak body. She couldn't hold back her tears and wet her cheeks.
Regret mingled in her mind.
What she couldn't accept the most was that even before Joe Baler died, she didn't have the time to call him father.
Revenge, revenge on those people!
That was the only thing she wanted to do right now.
Driven by hatred, her brain was working at full speed.
Lisa took out a cell phone, which she had stolen.
Lisa dialed the number of the communications company.
"Hello, I'm a Los Angeles police officer. My number is 054244. I'd like to check the recent communication records of a phone number."
There were thousands of communication companies in the United States, unlike the two in China. Therefore, it was relatively easier to communicate and the process was also very simple.
Moreover, the police were also a golden signboard in the United States, and they could investigate most of the information.
"Hello, do you need a ride?" An annoying voice came over.
Lisa turned around and saw Chen Zhao poking his head out of the car window.
"Why are you here?"
"I'm here on behalf of the school to visit you. You look quite energetic," 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 money to hire me?"
"Do you know about the Norton Simon Museum incident?"
"Yes, I was near there that day."
"I know who has it."
"Oh, so what?"
"It's a cultural relic worth at least three hundred million dollars. Don't you want it?"
"If you're talking about three hundred million dollars in cash, I'm interested. But cultural relics, ha …"
Chen Zhao didn't think that cultural relics were worth an astronomical amount.
Most of them were speculated, just like diamonds.
Of course, the value of some cultural relics was just a number estimated by some experts.
If someone bought it, that would be the true value.
If no one bought it, then it was just an estimate.
Most cultural relics were sold for far less than their estimated value.
Only a small portion with real historical and archaeological value, as well as extremely rare cultural relics, had that value.
"Actually, on the night of the Norton Simon Museum incident, Jesse and I were also planning to steal it …"
Lisa didn't hide anything. She told Chen Zhao about her actions that day and the accident that had happened.
Chen Zhao really didn't think that a kid like Lisa could be so ambitious.
Stealing from a national museum wasn't something that just anyone would have the guts to do.
"As long as you help me find those people, I can help you plan another theft. Of course, if you want to rob, I can help you too."
Chen Zhao rolled his eyes. "Do you have some misunderstanding about me? If I really need money, I can rob a bank directly. Why would I rob a museum? Okay, kid, get out of my sight before I call the police. "
In Chen Zhao's eyes, Lisa was out of her mind.
"I don't want the two million dollars I invested to go to waste."
"You'll regret it. You'll regret missing out on a huge sum of money."
"Goodbye."
"Even without you, I can do it alone."
Lisa watched Chen Zhao's car leave.
Her brain worked rapidly again.
Just then, she received a message from the communication company.
It was Jesse's call records for the past few days.
From Jesse's call records, he'd only talked to her and Vacca in the past few days.
This meant that Jesse was probably planning to sell the items to Vacca.
Then Vacca would leak the information.
Vacca definitely knew who those people were.
…
"West, I want to ask you about something."
"What is it?"
"Do you know about the Norton Simon Museum incident?"
"President, you didn't do it, right?"
"If it was me, it wouldn't be the Norton Simon Museum, but a big bank in LA."
West thought about it and realized that it was true.
If Chen Zhao wanted to rob, he would definitely go to a bank.
Instead of robbing a museum, the conversion efficiency would be too low.
"President, what do you want to ask?"
"I found some clues. I want to know how much the lost relics are actually worth."
"President, we're a public department. Don't you think we should return the lost relics to the owners?"
"That's meaningless. I wanted to use half of the money for our association's expenses."
"You should've said that earlier." West grew excited.
He'd been following the Norton Simon Museum incident for a long time, so he knew the value of the lost relics.
"Out of the four lost relics, three of them are valued between eighty to one hundred fifty million USD. However, one of the Romanse Rings was once offered two hundred million USD by a tycoon, but he was rejected."
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