That night, the headquarters and strongholds of many gangsters in Brooklyn were stolen, and some even entire safes disappeared, with losses ranging from several thousand to tens of thousands of dollars, you know, at this time, the per capita annual income of the United States was less than $1,000, and the salary of a US military pilot was only $150 a month, and the average soldier was only $50.

While a group of gangsters go berserk looking for thieves who have stolen their vast sums of money, our new serial thief is opening treasure chests in the hold of a cargo ship bound for Europe.

During this period, the endurance of the aircraft was very poor, and there was no aircraft that could reach the five or six thousand kilometers across the Atlantic Ocean to Europe, so the slow ship became Chen Mo's only choice, of course, Chen Mo, who had no identity certificate, chose to smuggle in.

Chen Mo found that since he infiltrated Zhou Tianhao's villa, he has become more and more fond of playing the role of assassin and thief, and he has been doing a good job.

Approaching the limits of human beings, the strength, agility and perception that exceed the ordinary are several times greater, allowing Chen Mo to easily sneak in without being discovered, plus the space can carry sufficient tools and weapons, and can easily take away a large number of things, making it more convenient for Chen Mo to infiltrate and assassinate and carry supplies.

Of course, these are all objective conditions, in fact, it is mainly because Chen Mo likes to achieve his goals at the lowest cost, and recklessness is not Chen Mo's style.

After opening the last safe, Chen Mo packed up his tools and began to count the harvest. All the dollars add up to more than 120,000 yuan, as well as a small amount of gold bars and jewelry, and several kilograms of drugs, and the most surprising thing for Chen Mo are the two M1911 pistols.

This pistol has been in service in the U.S. Army for more than 70 years, and is a classic high-power pistol, with a large caliber of 11.43 mm, which brings incomparable lethality, with a magazine capacity of 7 rounds, great power, long range, stable performance, and low failure rate.

Ten days later, after a long voyage, the cargo ship finally arrived at the port of Liverpool, England, and after so many days in the cargo hold, it was only possible to quietly go to the deck at night to breathe, which could make Chen Mo suffocate a lot. Without waiting for dark, with his keen sense of hearing and perception, Chen Mo easily evaded the crew, quietly got off the boat, and stopped a taxi outside the dock and went straight to the hotel.

Alone, Chen Mo asked for the best suite, with two bedrooms and a spacious living room, through which he could see the classical beauty of Liverpool and the vast coastline in the distance. Chen Mo went to the soft and wide bed, and soon fell asleep.

In the early morning, the shredded sunlight shone on Chen Mo's face through the curtains woven with white light gauze, and the warm feeling woke him up from his deep sleep.

An An An slept a rare good night's sleep, Chen Mo only felt refreshed, stretched his waist for a long time, Chen Mo got up and walked slowly to the window, pushed open the window, and a gust of cold wind mixed with the humidity of the early morning blew in, which shocked Chen Mo's spirit.

The time had come to January 1942, and Chen Mo, who was supposed to leave immediately, was leisurely wandering around the streets of Liverpool.

At the outbreak of World War II, a group of Germans fled to Britain, mostly among the German elite, from racially persecuted Jews to Hitler's hated Communists and "degenerate artists." Among them were doctors, lawyers, businessmen, artists, but in Britain they were just a bunch of refugees from enemy countries.

When they arrived in England, they did not have an easy time, first as coolies to help the British build fortifications, and then were sent to the desolate Dartmoor Heath, where they struggled to survive in thick fog and heavy rain.

After a period of displacement, the British government imprisoned all these "unstable elements" on several small islands near Liverpool out of fear of Nazi Germany that swept across Europe.

It was only after Pearl Harbor that nearly 30,000 Germans on the island were released, most of them joined the British army, but many remained in Liverpool.

It's just that they are not very popular with the British from enemy countries, and most of them who can't find a permanent job live on the streets, and their lives are very hard.

The old man had gray hair and wore a somewhat shabby but very neat dark gray suit, and the miserable life did not crush him, but made him more calm and open-minded. There was not the slightest pain and suffering on his face, only he had seen through life, and he looked down on the ease and indifference of life and death.

The old man sat on a broken wooden stool, holding a drawing board on his lap in one hand, a charcoal in the other, and an old leather case containing all his belongings at his feet.

"Sir, do you want a portrait?" The old man asked with a gentle smile.

"Why not?" Chen Mo walked to the stool in front of the old man and sat down, the old artist observed Chen Mo carefully, the charcoal in his hand quickly drew on the drawing board, and soon completed a lifelike character sketch.

I have to say that the old artist's painting skills are really superb, and Chen Mo's eyes and expressions are very expressive with a few simple strokes.

Different from before, Chen Mo's sharp and introverted has experienced murder, plane crashes, and time and space shuttles, Chen Mo's strength has been continuously improved, his mentality has also changed, he has let go of the restraints, and the temperament of the whole person has become sharp, his eyes are bright and deep, his eyes are sharp, and the whole person gives people a sense of otherworldly detachment, as if everything is not in his eyes.

After looking at the portrait drawn by the old man, Chen Mo realized that he had unconsciously changed so much, but Chen Mo preferred to be free and arbitrary now, happy life, and blindly restraining and hiding was not conducive to the growth of strength.

This is the real self, Chen Mo thought to himself as he looked at the sharp and detached figure on the portrait.

After Chen Mo explained his intention and offered a daily salary of $10 for food and lodging, the old artist in distress happily put away his sketchboard, carried his suitcase, and happily followed Chen Mo into the hotel.

The old man's name was Eddie Albert, a painter and sculptor who was not very famous, who was obsessed with art all his life, never married, and had no children, and was still alone in his sixties.

Although the life of wandering and sleeping in the open has given him more creative inspiration and life insights, his body is a little unable to support it. Although he looked down on life and death, and was ready to die in a foreign land, Chen Mo's appearance still gave him a glimmer of hope, and he chose to seize it.

He could see that Chen Mo was not an ordinary person, his temperament was very special, although he had read countless people, he had never seen it in others.

After returning to the hotel and arranging for Albert to stay in another bedroom in the suite, Chen Mo took the old man to the best restaurant nearby for a big meal, which was regarded as welcoming him to join. The old man's appearance is very elegant, and it is not at all reminiscent of a down-and-out refugee, but more like an elegant nobleman.

From this day on, Chen Mo began to learn drawing, oil painting and sculpture with Albert, the developed brain and precise control of the body allowed Chen Mo to show a strong artistic talent, under the serious and rigorous teaching of the old Albert, it did not take too long for Chen Mo's painting and sculpture ability to reach a fairly good level.

What amazed Albert even more was Chen Mo's language talent. Unlike English, which already has a certain foundation, German is completely unfamiliar to Chen Mo, and he learned it from scratch, but in just one month, Chen Mo has already said that Albert, a German, can't find any fault.

If that was just a shock to him, then what happened next was a horror to him.