Cape Town, South Africa, Africa.

Cape Town's bar culture can be said to be the most developed region in Africa, as the richest country in Africa, Cape Town, which has the largest number of whites, has more and more bars with the increase in the number of whites.

Johnson and the professor were soaking in the bar with excited expressions, whistling at the girls on the dance floor from time to time.

Since Johnson arrived in Africa, he found that this is the life he wanted, his previous life was a ****, he only stayed in London for an hour, simply reunited with his family, left a large amount of money, and couldn't wait to rush back to Cape Town.

When Johnson and the professor opened the door of the house left by Lin Qing, both of them immediately fell into madness, and there was a room full of arms, in their eyes, this was no longer guns and ammunition, but bundles of dollars, one by one, the arms, so that the two of them thought that Lin Qing was the incarnation of God!

The two of them went straight to the bar in Cape Town with excitement, waiting for the rest of the team to arrive, wanting to prepare for a crazy celebration.

Johnson picked up his glass and shouted at the professor, "Here, we salute the boss!" Haha I love him to death, haha, he's my God, haha, this time I earned it again. ”

"Cheers, to the boss, you're right, the boss is God, haha God is an Oriental boy."

The two of them are very happy now, the last batch of arms made them a lot of dollars, teaching them that the mercenary group did not have the risks that they need to take to be mercenaries, and Johnson is simply because he made money, and life is interesting, at least more interesting than being a driver.

In the bar, a sneaky black man looked around as if he was looking for some target, and when he saw Johnson and the professor, his eyes lit up, and the two exuded a strong military atmosphere, which was his target!

The black man walked straight up to the two of them with a wine glass: "Hey, friend, my name is Elkeshen, I have a big business to talk to you about, how about it, would you like to talk?"

Johnson and the professor looked at each other, a little stunned, looking for themselves to talk about business? The two looked at the black man without speaking, their eyes full of curiosity and playfulness.

Elkeshen is one of the large number of low-level blacks in Cape Town, mingling in the dark corners of Cape Town, barely surviving, two days ago in a bar met a drunken Russian, learned some news from his mouth, Elkeshen immediately realized that his opportunity had come.

He took his cleanest clothes out of the house today, paid a little money for his hair, and began to shuttle from bar to bar looking for customers, but he failed.

The bars in Africa are indeed intelligence distribution centers, and all kinds of intelligence donors sell information here every day, but each intelligence donor has his own specific contact information, Elke is deeply unaware of this industry, blindly looking for what he thinks is a possible target again and again, and being ridiculed and ignored again and again.

There was some nervous Elkeshen trembling a little in the eyes of Johnson and the professor, he regretted greeting these two people, but in order to make a good life, he still endured his head and said: "I have some information here, the intelligence of a Russian arms dealer, he has some arms to sell, I don't know if you are interested?"

Hearing this, Johnson and the professor were a little happy, he was an arms dealer, and this black man actually came to him to sell arms?

The two of them, who had tasted the sweetness of the arms deal, still nodded, indicating that they were somewhat interested in this business.

"Sir, if you pay me $10,000, you can get this information."

Wilson shook his head and said, "Young man, first of all, we have to confirm the truth of your news before we pay, and we have to confirm how big the business is, you know, selling a piece of the top is also an arms deal, will we spend $10,000 from you just to buy a top deal?"

Elke was a little anxious, obviously he didn't expect so much, and after calming down a little, he nodded: "Sir, there is no problem with this, I can take you to meet the Russian first, you talk, if it is successful, how about you pay again?"

"That's fine, as long as you're not afraid that we won't pay after we get the news."

Elke smiled a little awkwardly, a little reluctantly, and even with some flattery: "No, sir, I think you will keep the agreement."

"Maybe, God knows."

Amsterdam, Netherlands, Earl Court of Linqing

After exchanging the gold coins, Lin Qing returned to the bedroom, Yu Dan had already rested, gently took off his clothes, Lin Qing fell asleep with excitement, he found that he suddenly fell in love with this game of identity transformation.

The next day, the whole of the Netherlands learned about the theft of the Van Gogh Museum, and although the Dutch police didn't reveal much information at first, the tourists who stayed around the museum last night were the first to help pass on the news.

At first, it didn't attract too much attention, but after knowing that the official website of the Van Gogh Museum announced that it would be closed for business in the near future, everyone began to believe that the news was true.

The theft of the Van Gogh Museum caused a great shock in the Netherlands, and as one of the most outstanding painters in the Netherlands, the Dutch still have great respect and love for Van Gogh.

Early the next morning, after major news media reported the theft of the museum, nearly 1,000 Amsterdam citizens went to the Dutch police building to hold a sit-in demonstration, demanding that the Dutch police solve the case as soon as possible and recover the stolen cultural relics.

The few photos of Lin Qing flying from the sky have also appeared on various news pages, and the V-shaped vendetta mask on Lin Qing's face is also slowly becoming popular in the Netherlands.

Approaching noon, more and more news came out from within the police, including the modus operandi of the thieves, how to escape from the scene of the crime, how to fly in the air, etc., which aroused the love of many Dutch teenagers, and even a small number of people imitated Lin Qing to dress up on the street, which made the Dutch police even more headache.

Van Gogh's relative, Theo. Van Gogh also appeared on a television program on the same day, expressing concern for the safety of the Van Gogh Museum and preparing to take back some of the portraits he had stored in the museum for people to see.

The theft of the Van Gogh Museum in the Netherlands caused some earthquakes, but it did not affect most Dutch people, after all, art is not a necessity for ordinary people.

The Queen of the Netherlands spoke later in the evening, expressing her concern about the theft of the Van Gogh Museum and asking all sectors of the Netherlands to unite and arrest the thieves within a short period of time, so that the precious cultural relics of the Netherlands cannot be lost.

Inspections have been intensified at ports, airports, and stations in the Netherlands, and a large number of photocopies of Van Gogh's paintings and handicrafts have been restricted from leaving the country, because the inspectors cannot tell whether these paintings are real Van Gogh's works or modern artefacts, or fakes.

A small number of tourists protested against the Dutch Tourism Board, because Van Gogh's handicraft paintings can be bought everywhere in the Netherlands, and some tourists want to buy them back and hang them in their homes as decorations, but most tourists still understand the Dutch government's practices, but all this has nothing to do with Lin Qing.

Lin Qing didn't leave any clues last night, the area around the museum lacked surveillance, it was difficult for the police to find traces of his activities from the surveillance, and he deliberately changed his outfit when he returned to the bar.

When he got up the next day, Lin Qing received a call from Prince William, and someone from the military would visit Lin Qing today.

At eight o'clock in the morning, three Dutch military personnel came to Lin Qing's house, ready to discuss with Lin Qing about the price of arms and some details.

The Dutch military was very well prepared, from rifles, machine guns to armored vehicles, tanks and even some retired combat helicopters were made into a picture album and carried with them, Lin Qing also saw a battleship on the last page.