The moment Xue Lang took off his hand and shot the nail of the mourning door, he also sensed that it was Zhang Ming, and stood up in shock, and yelled at the same time: "Get out of the way!" ”

But no matter how fast he moved, he couldn't intercept the hidden weapon comparable to the speed of a bullet, and at the same time as he stood up, there was a crisp sound, and Zhang Ming rose into the air as if he had been hit by a train, and fell downstairs with a muffled grunt.

Almost at the moment when Zhang Ming flew up, more than a dozen team members quickly poured out from the third and first floors, loaded with guns and ammunition, as if facing a great enemy.

Xue Lang was horrified in Zhang Ming's muffled snort, he didn't care about anything else, his figure disappeared on the sofa in a flash, and before Zhang Ming landed, he grabbed him in the air.

At this time, Feng Ying was already stunned, her eyes were full of horror, her body was trembling, and she was on the verge of collapse.

Xue Lang didn't wait for the team members to rush down to the third floor, and the first floor was close to the stairs, and he had already grabbed Zhang Ming and landed on the stairs.

The moment his feet hit the ground, he yelled, "How are you, Lynx?!" ”

Ahem!

Zhang Ming coughed violently a few times, panting and said, "Captain, you want my life...... Fortunately, Lao Tzu has a tough body......"

Seeing that Zhang Ming was temporarily unhindered, Xue Lang reacted quickly, and then ordered in a low voice: "Return to their respective positions!" ”

"Yes!"

The team member who pounced out let out a low roar and quickly disappeared as if it had never appeared.

Only then did Xue Lang put Zhang Ming down and let him put his feet on the ground.

Zhang Ming's feet hit the ground, and he stumbled and almost fell.

pushed away Xue Lang's hand, and looked at Colt who had not thrown it away in his hand in shock.

At this time, a pit in the Colt in his hand leaked the shiny scars left by the blow of the iron weapon, and it was deformed, although it was not the kind of twist, but it had obviously been broken by the great force.

Zhang Ming's reaction was certainly not bad, but Xue Lang's hidden weapon was too fast, and he only had time to raise his hand to block his chest, but he was knocked away by the huge force carried by the mourning door nail.

If it weren't for the maximum force of the gun, if the area of the gun wasn't large enough, he probably wouldn't have been able to survive the accident while wearing a stab-proof suit. At the very least, the ribs are to be broken off and vomit blood.

That's it, he tore apart, and he was still trembling uncontrollably with the gun.

Xue Lang saw that Zhang Ming was fine, so he came back to his senses, and then he was startled, walked upstairs, threw down the frightened Zhang Ming, and threw himself in front of the sofa.

At this time, Feng Ying still did not wake up from fear, staring at the place where Xue Lang had sat with a dull gaze, and her body trembled slightly.

This feeling of dying is too terrifying, and she will die when she follows it, and it is difficult to breathe, and her body is as cold as falling into an ice cellar, not to mention that she is a little girl who is not deeply involved in the world, even ordinary trainees can't bear it.

Xue Lang rushed in front of Feng Ying and judged her current state at a glance.

Not good!

Xue Lang was shocked, no matter whether Feng Ying was the target of the prediction or not, once the fright was not relieved, it would leave the root of the disease and even a mental breakdown.

He quickly drew the golden needle, and his hands were illusory, and he stabbed several stitches through his clothes like lightning, and then his hands flicked rapidly at the tails of the gold and silver needles inserted into her body like a lute.

Zhang Ming also woke up in fright, quickly put away Colt, held his chest in severe pain, and struggled to go upstairs, seeing Xue Lang rescuing, he secretly said that he was lucky at the same time, but he was more shocked.

The captain's strength was already so strong that he couldn't even block a blow, if it weren't for his clear combat effectiveness, at this moment, he even doubted whether he had the qualifications of an elite.

As Xue Lang's fingers flicked, Feng Ying, whose frightened eyes were empty, gradually stopped trembling, her breathing was also available, and gradually stabilized, and her eyes slowly closed, as if she was sleepy.

It took more than ten minutes for Xue Lang to stop rescuing, took out the golden needle, slowly put Feng Ying on the sofa, looked up at Zhang Ming, did not blame him for rashly alarming himself, got up and returned to the opposite side, took out a paper and pen to write a prescription, handed it to Zhang Ming and said, "Send someone to catch it immediately." ”

"Yes!"

Zhang Ming, who still had a faint pain in his chest, answered the order, turned around and went downstairs to arrange for the team members to grab the medicine, and arranged for the team members to prepare tools such as medicine pots.

Xue Lang had completely come to his senses, and looked at the sleeping Feng Ying and shook his head reproachfully.

He is already a master, but he still can't see through life and death, and he can't control his emotions.

Although I know that this is not aimed at myself, but the life and death outside the body still cannot be indifferent, but I can't control my emotions, which shows that my mentality is not peaceful enough.

What made him angry in those materials was nothing else, the lost cultural relics, the cultural relics looted by Osamu Ohno's grandfather in the war of aggression against China, were no more shocking and angry than the massacre.

But in recent years, one by one, for a teapot, for a porcelain vase, the owner of the whole family to death, or set up a bureau to cause the other party to collapse and commit suicide, make the family ruined, or spend all his money on tens of millions of porcelain to shoot, the other party made a buckle, door-to-door purchase, but found the evidence of the imitation, that is, the hidden internal seal, resulting in the destruction of reputation, but also paid a huge amount of compensation, scattered the family collection, depressed These events made him angry.

He used to be a soldier, and the concept of defending the country was deeply rooted in the spinal cord.

Although these are not things he should worry about, for the filthy face of the small island country, any soldier who is a soldier, as long as he gives an order, will not hesitate to rush to that bug-like place.

He was not born when the country was backward and bullied, so he could only remember the shame, and now that the country is rich and the people are strong, the other party still dares to make wind and rain in the land of China, how can he not be angry?

Although all of these are caused by the fact that the country has not strictly regulated the cultural relics market, and the so-called collection industry, which is mainly based on people-to-people exchanges, has dealt with it by itself, it still makes him angry.

Not only is it angry that some Chinese people have no bottom line for money, whether they know that the other party is an island country or not, the least is greed, making them accomplices. What angered him the most was that the small island nation was still doing cultural plunder, and it was still so unscrupulous after a hundred years.

In these materials, Xue Lang understood one thing, that is, Jin Teng and some cultural relics anti-smuggling departments did not catch some tails of the Eastern Capital Historical Museum, but the other party did it very cleverly, they basically did not come forward directly, most of them were domestic businessmen, collectors came forward, so that even if they suspected that there was a behind-the-scenes manipulation, they could not find the people behind the scenes, and most of these goods involved in the implementation did not know who they had made wedding dresses for, and they had money to make, where did they care about anything else?

Zhang Ming, after Xue Lang's face sank like water, sitting still, after arranging everything, still with a faint pain in his chest, came upstairs, looked at the sleeping Feng Ying, and asked in a low voice: "Captain, why did you lose control just now?" ”

Xue Lang took a deep breath, pushed Apaid to Zhang Ming, and said softly, "Take a look." ”

Zhang Minghu took Apaid suspiciously, looked at Xue Lang, who was still silent and had an extremely ugly face, sat down on the sofa, and looked at the folder that Xue Lang looked at last.

At this glance, his eyes gradually widened, and his anger rose rapidly.

He quickly read the document, and his irrepressible anger burned.

Looking at the end of the file, it seems that the beginning is not the beginning, he closed the page, saw that there were still nine, so he clicked on the folder marked one without raising his head.

As he watched the folders one by one, Zhang Ming only saw the third folder, and he was already breathing heavily, the air flow was already hot, his teeth were even more creaking, the back of his hand and the green tendons on his neck were raised, and the hand holding Aped was actually a little trembling.

Feeling Zhang Ming's anger, Xue Lang took a deep breath and said calmly: "Lynx, control your emotions." ”

Xue Lang's words went straight into Zhang Ming's mind, which was about to get out of control, and the sound like thunder made his mind clear, and he looked up at Xue Lang, his reddish eyes gradually recovered, and his breathing gradually calmed down with intentional control.

He took a few deep breaths, nodded, said nothing, and continued to look at the papers.

In ten minutes, he read all the documents, and at the moment when the team members returned and began to boil the medicine, he closed the documents, slowly stood up, stood upright, and said in a deep voice: "Captain, we should do something!" ”

Do something......

Xue Lang sat quietly, and said half-loudly: "Bobcat, this is a matter of political axes, we are not functional departments, we are just businessmen, you and I don't have to worry about official affairs, the state will do it." ”

"......"

Zhang Ming has a stalk in his neck and wants to fight for it.

Xue Lang took a deep breath, spit out heavily, smiled and said: "These methods are the means of the rivers and lakes, and we are not functional departments, but we can be regarded as people from the rivers and lakes." ”

"Captain......

Zhang Ming's eyes lit up and he stood straighter, but he didn't say anything behind.

Xue Lang glanced at the sleeping Feng Ying, a sneer climbed onto the handsome face, and said in a deep voice: "If you don't know, forget it, since you know, how can there be any reason not to do something?" Although it is not the height of national security, and it is not our turn to worry about cloth, we need exhibits! ”

Zhang Ming's eyes brightened. He understood, understood what the captain meant.

Although he didn't know what the captain was going to do, he wouldn't ask, all he had to do was rush to the front line.

Xue Lang's eyes narrowed slowly.

He guessed that the reason why Jin Teng gave him these documents was obviously that there were some things that the political axe could not directly intervene in.

Not to mention behind-the-scenes manipulation, using imitations to destroy a certain collector, and then getting the desired artifact from the operator, these cannot be pursued by diplomatic means.

You sue people for spending money on cultural relics? What can you do if someone spends real money and gets it at auction? Not allowed to leave the country? You've got it. Moreover, these goods will be laundered again and again in other countries, auctioned in other countries, and returned to small island countries with legal procedures to be displayed in a grand manner.

But whether Jin Teng calculated himself or not, since he knew, of course he would not ignore it. And, as he said, he needed exhibits.

The number of collections in a large museum determines the level of popularity. Although the fine works play a big role, the quantity is also crucial, and since it is an exhibition hall, the diversity of the collection will determine the ultimate height of popularity.

He saw a way to enrich the number of collections in his hands, and he could now display only 30,000 or 20,000 pieces, although most of them were national treasures, but it was difficult to form a complete historical and cultural framework.

The Eastern Capital Historical Museum not only has plundered Chinese boutiques, historical materials, and even unique products that some countries do not have, but also many boutiques from Southeast Asia. Even in Europe, there is no shortage of them, and the number is probably not as simple as the millions of them are known to the outside world.

As the idea gradually took shape, Xue Lang's momentum did not fluctuate, and he was still extremely calm.