That night, everyone slept, except for Chen Yi and the guards strolling around St. Peter's Square. 【Reading.com】

As the smallest country in the world, the Vatican's area and scale are equivalent to the size of an ordinary village, and the buildings are also old buildings, and there is no room for demolition unless the Chinese become popes. In this way, in terms of China's current development situation, one day, Huaxi Village will be built better than it.

The Swiss guards were very much like squadrons, with beautiful ceremonies and meticulous ceremonies, standing still on the promenade of the square. During the day, there are always tourists who take pictures as if they are hugging them, and the guards do not move a little. All foreigners who have been to the Vatican will never be surprised by the Chinese soldiers after Hong Kong's return to the motherland, they are all religious soldiers, and their habits are about the same.

Chen Yi appeared in the Vatican in the dark with the image of a ninth-level fighting skill, just like a martial arts master in a small village, whether he was jumping up and down or crawling forward, he had no possibility of being discovered by the parrot pretending to be chengguan.

Instead, in the small papal warehouse behind the Sistine Chapel, there was a little bit of trouble.

The exterior of the small building looks like a brick and concrete structure, but inside is a vault wrapped in all-steel, and the level of defense far exceeds the level of local banks. It also deserves such protection, a single Satsuma cylinder can fetch tens of millions of dollars - not every Roman cylinder is worth so much, but the Pope's collection is not a mortal thing, and a little worse, in addition to being kept in a large treasury outside, can be stored in a bank elsewhere in the world, so why stay in a small Sistine.

Steinecker didn't have anything to do about it, and whispered in his headphones, "I told you about the situation, now it's up to you." ”

He sat comfortably in the car, not caring very much about whether Chen Yi could achieve his goal.

Repeated encounters in Central Asia have made Steinecker nostalgic for the benefits of power, and Chen Yi is a person who can help him - in this regard, it is not so much Chen Yi's identity that moves him, but Chen Yi's slap that wakes him up. There are many powerful people on this planet, but Chen Yi is one of the few who can defeat him and make him admire. Steinecker wanted to borrow from Chen Yi's ability, so he was willing to help, but it didn't matter what the outcome was.

Chen Yi thought for a moment, and first tried with Level 2 Curse Ink: Open the warehouse door of the Sistine Chapel.

Didn't work.

Level 2 Curse Ink can only drive 2 kilograms of objects, and multi-ton heavy iron doors are useless.

"It's just pure violence." Chen Yi moved his muscles a few times, and cleaned up the space in the storage ring again, if he could put the Satsuma cylinder in the ring, it would be best, if not, he would have to have a run.

He looked at the direction, and only then did he take a few dozen steps back, and at the same time, his body was loaded with more than a meter thick of fighting qi, and formed a three-meter-wide cone in front of him, with a run-up, surging energy, and rushing forward.

The cone-shaped fighting spirit is sharp like a spear, and at the same time extends forward,

Fighting skills-level human beings have basically broken away from the category of normal human muscles, which can be called another evolutionary direction, just like the speculation often in science fiction film and television works, the future technological human beings are big heads, small bodies, and short limbs, while the people of the Kingdom of San Kio and the Western Continent are constantly expanding the power of the human body under the threat of nature.

Chen Yi slammed at full speed, and at the moment when the outer wall of the warehouse broke, he once again urged his fighting spirit, so that he burst out with his own power, as if against the cannonball from the vault, the "boom" sound was a bit like a thunderstorm near the ground, the sound was very low, and the response was very heavy.

The chirping of various vehicles and the alarm bells of the vaults mingled throughout the Vatican Kingdom and all the way to Italy...... The old stone slabs are covered with soot, and the centuries-old buildings smell of million-year-old dust, like old toilets that have been pushed into.

Perhaps the 1-meter-thick steel plate looks like a rotten ròu pierced by a bone, and the blasted steel blocks seem to be drawn, and they are ugly cracked to both sides.

A shot from a naval gun hits the vault, which is about the result.

Chen Yi stopped his steps in surprise, he estimated that his speed was very fast, but how many had not been tested, now it seems that although the cone-shaped fighting qi is very sharp, but if he tries his best, he should have an initial velocity of several hundred meters per second. It is said that the perfect speed of human muscles is about 20 meters per second, and the initial velocity of several hundred meters is more than 10 times that of this speed, which is even beyond Chen Yi's imagination.

No wonder the knights of the kingdom can decide a kingdom, the knights of the kingdom on the battlefield are too easy to deal with ordinary peasant armies, and it is too easy for thousands of people to be beheaded.

Without waiting for the dust to dissipate, Chen Yi ran in with a shiny fighting spirit. He has experimented, as long as the fighting spirit is thick enough, any camera is useless.

In the Pope's small warehouse, there is nothing good.

But Chen Yi didn't want to look at it, and went straight to the Satsuma Column. This thing is placed in the floor-to-ceiling cabinet on the west side, and you can see that the outer skin has been peeled off, revealing the gray and yellow face inside.

The outside is 2,300 years ago, the inside is 1,700 years ago, and I don't know how the Romans did this kind of craftsmanship. I think the Holy See knew something, otherwise they wouldn't have sent it to China for an exhibition and then brought it back to the most important vault.

The length of the cylinder was excessive, and Chen Yi couldn't put it in the space storage ring after trying twice, so he simply carried it on his shoulder, spread his run, and ran out. The Vatican is 0.1 square kilometers in size, and since the disbandment of the Swiss Guard in the 70s, the 110 guards who remain here are the entire armed force. When Chen Yi ran at the fastest speed, the car behind him was chasing farther and farther, more than a thousand meters past, the Italian soldiers on the border were still hesitating to shoot, Chen Yi and the Roman column had already reached behind them.

It's a stone's throw from the Vatican to Italy, but the Vatican soldiers can't continue to enforce their rights, and by the time they report to the guards on the border, and then report all the way up, the high-level officials on both sides have already answered the phone, but what's the use.

Chen Yi ran all the way, ran up, but he didn't have the idea of taking a car, and it took less than two hours to arrive in Rome on foot, during which he avoided people and cars countless times, but it was much faster than a bus.

Liu Xinyu and others live in the Queen Hotel in Bologna, which is relatively far away from the hotel where tourists gather, and has more official uses than tourist guests, but it is still easy to get to the city center if there is a special car. As far as Chen Yi is concerned, it is obviously a lot easier to sneak into such a secluded hotel with the conspicuous Satsuma Cylinder.

Out of natural concern, Chen Yi carried the Satsuma cylinder to Liu Xinyu's room.

There was a click from the window, and I saw Liu Xinyu turn over and get out of bed, and grabbed the pure copper lampholder with a flick of his hand, but fortunately he recognized Chen Yi's face and didn't throw it away.

"What's wrong?"

"Brought something good." Chen Yi gasped and erected the Satsuma cylinder in the center of the reception room. The value of different Roman columns is different, and there is a considerable difference in the patterns, ages, and artistic levels on them, and the prices are naturally very different.

Liu Xinyu looked at it half-understood and asked, "It's very valuable?" ”

"Hmm."

"Stolen?"

"Is there a news broadcast?"

Liu Xinyu immediately turned on the TV and tuned to the local channel in Rome. Foreigner reporters are relatively dedicated, and the TV stations that broadcast the news will have something new even in the evening.

After listening for a while, she smiled and said, "It seems that there are no reports of theft of cultural relics." ”

"Well, that's not stealing."

Liu Xinyu shook her head and smiled, turned to the bathroom and said, "I'm going to wash my face." ”

"Not sleeping?"

"Woke up, and there was a jet lag."

Chen Yi went to bed without heart or lungs, he waited in the Vatican alone after the tourists left, his nervous mood was quite excited, and now he relaxed and naturally fell asleep.

Liu Xinyu cleaned up and came back, and when he saw Chen Yi lying on his back and snoring, he reluctantly covered him with a quilt and went to watch TV.

Following.

When Chen Yi woke up, he saw Liu Xinyu studying the Satsuma cylinder there, it was real research, and the magnifying glass with the thickness of the child's head was 2 centimeters away from the cylinder.

"Is it pretty?"

"Not bad, though I can't say it, but it's not inferior to Trajan's Cylinder."

"You've been to Rome?" It was late afternoon when I came back yesterday, and I certainly didn't have time to visit the square.

Liu Xinyu smiled and said, "Once." ”

"Can you read it?"

"A little."

Chen Yi also pretended to look at it. His artistic cells are surprisingly scarce, even if he was forced to go to many art exhibitions and galleries by Lao **, or even accept the guidance of professional painters, he still knows his surface but does not understand his heart. However, Fang Manyi's artistic level is quite good, especially oil paintings and sculptures, but due to their high prices and the status of the Chen family's daughter-in-law, it is difficult to have the opportunity to visit abroad except for seeing many domestic treasured artworks.

In fact, there is a reason why women like foreign artworks, Chinese zigzag paintings are created by men from beginning to end, although a few small drops of history may be passed on by women, but in general, its creation, its spread, its transformation and development, are dominated by men, and even all completed by men, regardless of the factors of pure homosexuality in ancient times, Chinese painting is the artwork of Chinese men, plus its proud freehand style, it is natural that it cannot be respected by non-Chinese lovers.

Seeing that Liu Xinyu seemed to really like it, Chen Yi smiled and said: "We will stay in Rome for two days, and then go to New York, you can go and have a good time today." ”

"I thought you'd give it to me."

"It's a nuisance." Chen Yi said half-truthfully, he didn't know if the subway was willing to contain it.

"What about you?"

"Deal with the trouble."

The sky outside was already clear, Liu Xinyu didn't say much, reluctantly left the column, and said with a smile: "Then when I come back, do you want to bring anything?" ”

"No, I'll call the hotel takeout."

"Where's the flight attendant?"

"Huh?"

Liu Xinyu had already shook Bai Shengsheng's calves and left.