In a flash of light, I remembered the group of black-clothed men I met at the Shanghai airport, who behaved mysteriously and carried the blueprints of the Luoyang shovel with them. Listening to the big gold tooth, they were in a hurry to catch the plane, saying that they had important things to do and could not delay time. I hurriedly asked Shirley Young, "What do museums do with the newly arrived collections?" -

She didn't know why I was asking an irrelevant question at the moment, but she still patiently explained it to me: "Generally, it is stored in a temporary warehouse, which is the one we see at present, and then a special person is responsible for sorting out and classifying it into the archives, and then sending it to the corresponding research institute for analysis and labeling.

I nodded, and asked her, "If the exhibits are put in the storeroom, will it be difficult for outsiders to access them again?" ――

Of course, the location of the warehouse is more than 100 meters underground, and a complete security system is set up. And the alarm in the warehouse is directly connected to the National Security Agency. Arguably, our museum is the strongest fortress in the world.

Shirley Yang was talking, suddenly stopped, stared at me and said, "Old Hu, do you know something?" -

I told both of them what happened at the airport. Shirley Yang frowned and said: "This clue is very important, I think it is necessary to communicate with the police." Lao Hu, what are your plans? -

The fat man and I sneaked out of the store before dawn, and it is estimated that Uncle Xue is already looking for the two of us all over the world, and it is a bit unreasonable if we don't go back to say hello. So we decided to go back to the store to pick up our luggage and then come back to her. Out of the gate of the museum, the fat man was still thinking about the secret technique of penetrating the wall, and said that the next time he had the opportunity, he must go to Kunwu Mountain to find the rabbit that eats iron, and try to see if it is spiritual. I saw a big black RV parked across the street, and a few Asian faces were looking at us on the side of the road, so I grabbed the fat man who was about to cross the street: "Hey, those people, why do they look familiar?" -

We pretended to walk casually along the street, and the men immediately crossed the street and approached us. The big black motorhome was also moving slowly across the street, following us all the way.

We have only been in the United States for a few days, and we have only met a handful of people. These men did not behave in a way that was like a police officer, and he had never seen any of these brothers in Ichigensai. All that remains is the head of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce, Wang Puyuan, who proclaimed himself the king of heaven. Could it be that this old Wang Ba has come up with some bad idea to find our brother unlucky?

The men got closer and closer, and the fat man and I walked briskly through the crowd, almost running-

Fuck, these eight grandsons, bite too hard - the fat man hasn't exercised like this for a long time, and he's sweating profusely from the heat. Seeing that I couldn't get rid of it, I said to the fat man, "Find a place to solve the problem and save trouble-

The two of us made up our minds, exerted our strength in an instant, and ran wildly all the way. The men immediately chased after them. The pedestrians around me were so frightened by us that I just felt the wind under my feet, and I hadn't moved my body so happily for a long time-

Fatso! This side - I took a fancy to the back alley of a small restaurant, and dragged the fat man into the darkness. The stalkers rushed in. The alley is so narrow that it can accommodate up to two people at the same time. Although there were seven or eight people on the other side, they also had to act separately. The fat man and I like to do this kind of hard frame the most, pick up the empty beer bottle on the ground and smash it when you see someone, two boys dyed with golden retrievers were overturned by us on the spot, those few stalkers didn't expect us to be so ruthless, and the temple ran away with a few legs in the back. The rest still want to resist stubbornly, and we beat them up-

Say, "Who sent you, boy?" - The fat man lifted the neck of one of them and asked fiercely, - If I don't give you a little bit of power, you still don't know why Lord Ma has three eyes. Dare to do it with your fat grandfather, I'm phew! -

The yellow-haired boy was so frightened by the fat man that he didn't dare to cry and call his mother, wiped his tears and said with a stammering Chinese: "Second Master Xue in Chinatown asked us to come, he said that he had something to find Hu Ye......-

When the fat man heard this, he was annoyed and said: "It's bad Lao Hu, my family is fighting-I was also wondering that Wang Puyuan's subordinates shouldn't be like this, who would have thought that these golden retrievers were just gangsters in Chinatown, and Uncle Xue was looking for messengers." At this time, a black RV slowly stopped, steadily blocking the alleyway. I looked at the fat man and thought it wasn't good. As soon as the car door opened, four big men jumped out of the car, and they were the four bodyguards who followed Wang Puyuan that day. They had something bulging in their arms, and I knew it was a pistol, and immediately picked up the yellow-haired boy and threw it into the garbage. The fat man and I walked up to meet the four tall and big men. When the other party saw us coming, he didn't talk much nonsense, made a gesture of please with one hand, and put the other hand into his arms. I smiled bitterly and said to the fat man: "I've been in the United States for so long, and I haven't made such a high-end car, today brother invites you, get on!" -

The fat man laughed and slapped me. Without saying a word, the two got into the dark car.

The RV was moving forward at a rapid pace, and four big men sat in front and back, surrounding me and the fat man in the middle. The four of them were like door gods carved out of stone, their eyes unblinking, and they kept watching our actions all the time. I was about to say a few words to liven up the atmosphere, but they looked at me with blank faces, but I couldn't say anything. I was a little apprehensive in my heart, and I didn't know where this was taking us, in case Lao Wang Bayi was so ruthless that he wanted to sink us into the Pacific Ocean, there would not even be a person to collect the corpses.

I looked out the window and saw that the buildings along the shore were fading away, indicating that we were getting farther and farther away from the city, and soon a sea level came into view. I said to the fat man that this time it may be a burden on you, and before you have time to eat a good meal, you have to go to Marx to report the mistakes you have made over the years. The fat man was also very sentimental, he said Lao Hu, you are too bad, you can say that you are drinking happy wine, why didn't you eat the big cake, and Huangquan wine was served first. When I go back to meet Marx, I have to talk to him about it, you comrade is very unreliable.

The RV was speeding all the way, and after half an hour's work, it stopped at a farm on the outskirts of the city. Surrounded by endless cornfields, several tractors are clearing the fields. We didn't know what the hell the hell the old man was doing, so we had to walk into the cornfield surrounded by four big men-

Lao Hu, aren't they going to start here and take us to make manure, right? - The fat man said as he walked, - Why don't we run? With such a large field of crops, they may not be able to catch up with us.

It's so deserted that there isn't even a single home nearby. We can run the first year of junior high school, but we can't avoid fifteen. Besides, if you really want to kill us, you will do it on the way, so why bother to get us here. I've observed that the car keys are in the hands of the bald scoop at the front, and if you really want to run, start with him-

As we walked deeper into the cornfield, from time to time there was a faint shout or two, and the bald bodyguard came back to me and said, "I'll see the dragon in a moment, be smart." He's not in a good mood -

I said: "Lao Wang Ba is in a bad mood and cares about my shit, and Lao Tzu is not his wet nurse - but I secretly reminded myself in my heart that I must not be rash later."

A few steps further in, we came to a charred clearing. I saw two men in black who were beaten to death lying on the ground dying, with blurred flesh and blood on their bodies, and there was no complete piece of good meat. Wang Puyuan held a teapot and sat under a golden banner Buddha umbrella, with two thugs behind him. His little Wang Ba grandson was standing aside at the moment, and he didn't dare to make a noise when he saw us coming, but he just gestured his fingers.