The following week, Lin Qingqing went to a refresher class, just browsing the forums online. The French are much more open to art than their domestic counterparts, and many people in the forum have posted their collections, some are ready to sell, and some are purely taken out to enjoy with everyone. This made Lin Qing very happy, because it was much easier to find prey.

In the end, Lin Qing set his sights on a painting by Mr. Xugu, a painter he had seen in a book and had the title of "the first painting garden of the late Qing Dynasty".

The people on the forum left their contact information, probably ready to make a quick move.

However, Europeans' ability to accept the Asian realistic painting style is far lower than their ability to accept abstract paintings, and the price quoted on the forum is 1.8 million euros, and all kinds of ridicule under the post have said that 10,000 euros is considered high!

The collector of the Xugu painting on the forum left his address and said in the post that he could come to his door at any time to check the authenticity of the painting.

Lin Qing did not act in a hurry, and the last time he was arrested in China, he knew that an operation must have a perfect plan. Otherwise, it will only be you who is unlucky.

First, he began to investigate the addresses left on the forum. Because of the language difficulty, Lin Qing took a taxi three times before coming to that place, on a street called Lacmore in the 15th arrondissement of Paris.

It's a typical Parisian street, with its unplanned design and confusing corners and random stalls on the side of the road.

There is also a black man rampant, Lin Qing was looking at the door number, looking for the location one by one, several black people slowly walked over, and after seeing Lin Qing alone, they directly surrounded him. Then directly snatched Lin Qing's mobile phone and wallet.

Lin Qing was taken aback, is this still broad daylight? is so arrogant, is the law and order in Paris already so chaotic?

However, Lin Qing did not stand still and let them rob, but greeted the black man who came over with a fist in his face, but while he was beating, his arm was also grabbed by a hand. Lin Qing shook hard, his arm broke free, raised a kick and kicked the other black man in the stomach, and then ran away, he was not a superman, and the three black men still couldn't beat him.

Probably afraid of attracting the attention of the police or seeing Lin Qing running too fast, the three black men did not chase, and after seeing Lin Qing run, they swaggered and continued to look for the next target on the street.

Lin Qing panted and ran into a convenience store, ready to buy a bottle of water to drink, France is too chaotic, if it is on the streets of China, the result of such arrogance is to sit in prison!

As soon as Lin Qing chose what to buy, three people dressed as Arab mousselins rushed in with two knives and a pistol, and the one with the knife was directly aimed at the cashier at the bar, without saying a word, the cashier himself opened the cash register very calmly, and then the Arab poured all the money inside into a nylon bag.

The man with the gun went to the sales area and shouted directly in French at Lin Qing and a few white people: Squat down and help take out the money. Or I'll kill you! After saying that, he fired a shot at the ceiling!

Lin Qing didn't resist, and directly threw the wallet over. Several white people also took out all the money in their pockets, and almost as soon as the gangsters came over, they took out the money, and there was not much money, not even a hundred-denomination, which gave people the feeling that this was a well-drilled exercise.

The Arabs with guns collected the money one by one, and finally opened Lin Qing's wallet to take a look, shouted, and immediately the three of them ran out of the convenience store.

This wallet stolen by Lin Qing was finally snatched away after following Lin Qing for a month.

A few minutes later, the police car roared over, retrieved the surveillance from the store, and asked a few questions, Lin Qing didn't understand, just reluctantly told them the amount of loss, and then they left, coming fast, going fast Several Arabs were around the veil, Lin Qing didn't think they could investigate anything, it was estimated to be routine, and a few white people who were robbed just scolded a few words angrily, and left directly!

Lin Qing suddenly grabbed the inspiration. I have a way to get that painting of the Void Valley.

Since it's hard to steal it yourself, can't you just grab it?

I didn't say that I had to be a thief, I had a gun and a weapon, so why didn't I just order it?

After figuring this out, Lin Qing planned to step on it first and then implement his actions in a few days.

Coincidentally, Lin Qing was robbed by a black man, and ran around a little way, and actually let him run to the place he was looking for.

Lin Qing confirmed the place, looked around again, did not find any surveillance, and wandered around several intersections for a long time, encountered a black thief in the middle, after being caught by Lin Qing, he glared at Lin Qing fiercely, took out a knife and threatened, Lin Qing let go of his hand, and the thief continued to wander the street like no one.

There are no surveillances at several intersections around, but there are occasional patrol cars passing by, and there are cameras at the entrances of every shop.

After knowing the terrain, Lin Qing returned to the hotel and began to check the characteristics and language habits of Arabs on the Internet, and for this reason, he also went to the door of the Louvre to communicate with those Arabs who sold fake tickets. Although he stumbled, Lin Qing still mastered some skills. After another five days of studying in a crash course in French, Lin Qing was finally able to communicate daily without obstacles. Lin Qing suddenly felt that his language talent seemed to have become stronger, he used to learn English in pain, and he couldn't pass the fourth level, but now he actually learned French so fast.

Lin Qing bought a wig from the commercial street, a white robe worn by Arabs, and two scar ornament stickers.

Then Lin Qing began to study the route, this time he did not approach the streets of Rackmore, but chose the surrounding area, and began to look for the blind spot without surveillance, and then let himself escape after committing the crime.

It took two days, lost in the streets of Paris, and finally found a fairly reliable route, after the things were in hand, through the street of La Moore to the street of Saparson, after passing through an unknown small street, riding the motorcycle parked there, and then speeding all the way to the Mira mall, and then going out through the back door of the Mira mall, entering a street far from the Arabs, the rest is easy to do, find a place to change clothes, and go directly back to the hotel.

At eight o'clock the next night, just after dark, and the police in Paris had just finished their shift change, Lin Qing walked slowly on the Louvre Square, looked around at the people who were not paying attention to him, and then strung into a public bathroom.

Open the space, take out the Arab robe that has been prepared and put it on your body, then take out the wig and put it on your head, put the scar ornament on the left side of your face, walk to the sink, slightly adjust the position of the wig and scar, push the door out, and an Arab appears, although it feels like an Arab is always strange, but the unique curly hair and black robe of the Arab make people feel at first that this thing is an Arab. Although it is not known why he was masked.

Lin Qing didn't just show his eyes, his face towel only blocked the position below his nose, revealing a hideous scar.

The Vietnamese driver who was waiting on the side of the road in the Louvre didn't dare to pull him, and finally Lin Qing forcibly got into the car and drove out tremblingly.

On the way, neither of them spoke, and it was okay for the Vietnamese to bully and bully tourists, but when they met Arabs and blacks, they were immediately cowardly, and they wanted to be ostriches.

When Lin Qing arrived at the place, he got out of the car directly, and he didn't even give the fare, and the Vietnamese didn't ask for it, so he ran away. Very much in line with the Arabs in France!

On Rackmore Street, Lin Qing found the collector's home and rang the doorbell.

''Who are you looking for?'' ‘’

''Hello Madam, I'm Demacya Muhammad and I'm here for a Chinese painting you posted online. ‘’

''Okay, wait a minute. ‘’

There was a clear sound, and a white middle-aged woman appeared in front of Lin Qing's eyes, and her first feeling was that this woman was very mean!

Lin Qing walked into the house and found that the house was full of all kinds of old objects and photos. Many of them are black and white.

Before he could take a closer look, a middle-aged man in his fifties walked down from the upper floor.

''You want to buy paintings?'' When did the Arabs become interested in Chinese antiquities? I thought the buyer would be a Chinese, or Japanese! ‘’

''Sir, the king of our country is about to have his thirtieth birthday, and my master needs a gift to show his heart. And our Wang Chu has always admired Chinese culture! ‘’

''You come with me.'' ‘’

The stairs in the house were very narrow, and there was a gurgling sound when stepped on, and Lin Qing wondered if this staircase would collapse if he walked two more times.

In the innermost room on the second floor, Lin Qing walked in and found more black-and-white photos hanging in the room, showing people wearing the uniforms of the 19th-century French army and smiling uncontrollably in front of a ruin.

At first, Lin Qing didn't feel anything, but when he saw a photo of the Forbidden City in Beijing, he knew that this old man was one of the Eight-Nation Alliance, and the old man in front of him was probably his grandson.

"Do you see the picture on the wall, this is the evidence of my grandfather's conquest of China, and the painting is my grandfather's trophy at that time." It's a pity that my grandfather only brought back these things, and if he could help the beast head get a few back, it would be worth it now. ‘’

''Oh, so do you have any other collections at home?'' Rest assured, price is not an issue. ‘’

''Oh, in that case, I still have a broken book, but I don't understand what it is, you see, if you want, take a million euros a copy.'' But let me tell you, I haven't had anyone authenticate those two books, so I don't know if they're authentic. ‘’

After speaking, he took out a painting and two thread-bound books from under the desk.

Lin Qing didn't look at the painting, but stared at the two books, because the books had four big characters "Siku Quanshu" written on them.

Lin Qing quietly put the two books aside, and then deliberately pulled the veil down, revealing a hideous scar.

Open the painting and pretend to be carefully appraisal.

After looking at it for a long time, I touched my head, pretending to be thinking, and then found that it was a headscarf, so I untied the headscarf, revealing a head of curly hair.

Of course, this was done for the old man, in order to convince him that he was an Arab.

Lin Qing looked at it and nodded, painting is no problem.

''Do you have any other collections?'' There is no problem with this painting, but these two books, worth a million, some are too expensive, and I am not crazy enough to spend a million to buy a book that I don't know if it's authentic. ‘’

''No, my grandfather's spoils have been lost by my father, and these three are in my hands, ah, what a wonderful thing it would be if I could have been born in my grandfather's time, I can dream of my grandfather's heroic posture galloping on the battlefield in the East, and those yellow-skinned monkeys he beats......''

''Sorry, I'm referring to the Chinese, who don't discriminate against you Arabs. I have respect for Mousselin. ‘’

''Okay sir, I'm sure you respect Mousselin, so let's talk about the price, how about you?'' ‘’

''The price?'' Didn't I say 1.8 million euros, it can't be lower. ‘’

''Really?'' So how much do you think it's worth? ‘’

Lin Qing took out a pistol and pointed it at his head!

''You, oh! Damn, I shouldn't trust the yellows, I believe in the infidels, you are all shameful bandits, oh damn it. ‘’

When the old man saw Lin Qing take out a pistol, he couldn't help but become angry.

''If you're shouting, I'm going to blow your head out with my gun, and you have to trust me, I've done that a lot before.'' ‘’

''FAC, K, well, this thing belongs to you. Grab your stuff and get out of my house! The old man roared at Lin Qing very angrily, and then pushed the painting and the Siku Quanshu to Lin Qing, with the feeling that Lin Qing hurriedly took the painting and left.

''Open your safe, I think there's something more interesting inside, isn't it?'' ‘’

''You can't be so greedy, you're going to hell, you know?'' ‘’

''I'm a loyal minister's Muslin, God his old man can't control me, I think he is also resting today, otherwise you wouldn't have met me, I'll count to three, otherwise. You and your wife will die. ‘’

''Well, you don't hurt Miranda, I'll open, this opens.'' ‘’

Bowing his head and opening the safe, Lin Qing walked up with a brisk step, knocked the old man unconscious, and then saw an old-fashioned Browning pistol in the old man's safe. And the old man opened the safe just to get a gun.

''It's well maintained, it's not a work of art in the gun.'' Lin Qing looked at the old-fashioned pistol in the safe, said softly, then wrapped his hand with a turban, and then opened the door of the safe, only to see a bronze statue like a chicken head appear in front of Lin Qing.

The head of the chicken, this is the head of the chicken, the chicken beast in the head of the twelve beasts, has not appeared before, but now he has let himself see the true face.

When Lin Qing was about to take out the chicken head, he looked up and found that there was a monitor above the door.

With a move in his heart, Lin Qing hid his hands in the safe, took out the video blocking device, and then carefully touched the head of the chicken and carefully put it into the space.

Finally, I wiped all the fingerprints left by myself with a bandana, and after thinking about it carefully, I returned the doorbell to leave fingerprints, and after I entered the house, I didn't touch anything, and I didn't drink water, so I squatted back in the safe, put away the shield, and then blinked at the monitor, showing a smile. It's just that Scar looks particularly hideous, and then he put away the three artifacts on the table, opened the window and jumped directly from the second floor.

After landing on the ground, he saw that several black people around him were looking at him curiously, took out a pistol and pointed at a few black people: "If you don't want to die, get out of here." Then he ran to the old man's house, took out his turban and wiped the doorbell vigorously, turned and fled along the prepared route.

Less than half a minute after he left, the woman who had opened the door for him, carrying an old-fashioned rifle, rushed out with an old-fashioned rifle and shouted into the street: "Cousin, robber, damn Mousselin, you are so damned, you dare to rob my Miranda's house, don't let me catch you, or I'll dress your ass with my gun." Shet, these infidels, should be burned at the stake. , damn nigga, what to see, do you want to taste the power of the old lady's gun? Fuck off, you blacks have soiled Paris, and those damned Arabs. You all deserve to go to hell. ‘’

Several black people listened to Miranda's unbearable insults, and the anger in their eyes was burning, but they were afraid of the gun in Miranda's hand, and remembered the siren not far away, and finally chose to leave, Miranda did not notice that the black man he insulted left with anger in his eyes!

In fact, the old man who sells paintings dares to let people come to inspect the goods is sure, first of all, the gun in the safe, and secondly, when talking about business, Miranda has been watching the surveillance in the next bedroom, once someone has a bad idea, she will wait at the door of the study with a gun, and shoot her head after waiting for someone to come out.

Someone once came to rob it, but he was crippled and thrown into prison, so this old man has a great reputation in the forum, and no one beats him, the most important thing is that he doesn't have any precious cultural relics in his hands, and it is not worth doing.

If it was known that the old man had a beast head or a complete book of four libraries, it is estimated that the old man would have been killed a long time ago, and it was precisely because of this self-protection psychology that the old man did not dare to contact the auction house, these cultural relics dealers are no different from robbers, they know that you have these things in your hands, and there will always be some means to get them into your hands. Unless you get a press conference yourself, the world knows that this thing is your own. Otherwise, what awaits you is a fire, or a bullet.

If the news of the precious cultural relics in the family is exposed, what awaits him and Miranda will be forever, so he would rather lock it in the safe than take it out and sell it, otherwise there will be no matter for Lin Qing.

Lin Qing escaped according to the original plan, but when he arrived at the place where he put his motorcycle, the two black men were trying to steal the car, Lin Qing directly took out a pistol and pointed it at them: "If you don't want to make a sieve, get out of me immediately." ‘’

When the two blacks saw an Arab with a gun pointed at them, they hurriedly waved their hands and retreated, and then flew away without a trace, worthy of being Bolt's compatriots.

Lin Qing unlocked the lock, accelerated the ignition, and appeared in Arab Street twenty minutes later, and then Lin Qing entered the front door in various shops in Arab Street, exited the back door, entered the back door and exited the front door, and then found a corridor where no one was around, took off his clothes and wig, tore off the scar and disappeared into the night. And a beggar in Arab Street, feeling protected by the Lord today, was given a brand new robe.