Nils didn't wait for an ambulance, he was in pain and angry, and fainted.

Zhang Jing looked back at the two security guards and ordered, "Keep the secret service outside the museum, avoid the cameras, and try to find out the mastermind behind the scenes as quickly as possible, move quickly!"

The man in front of him is a VV who can enter and leave the museum at will by his face, and it is rumored that he is the boss, and the two immediately went to execute, contacted all their companions, and interrogated all the breakers on the spot. new

In less than ten seconds, Zhang Jing's ears sounded screams one after another, and he faintly heard a 'Baga'?

"Don't be afraid," Zhang Jing looked at the female tourist who was leaning against the marble wall, with a mark on her neck, and her breathing was still a little short, "The police may not be so efficient in interrogation, and this is done to find out the bad guys as soon as possible."

The woman didn't expect Zhang Jing to talk to her, and nodded her head to show understanding, "The security is very good, they saved me."

Entrance to the museum.

The secret service was forbidden to enter the museum on the grounds of fear that someone would pretend to be a special service and spread the damage and damage.

Therefore, the special service team can only assist in the evacuation of tourists at the door.

It wasn't until the paramedics arrived late that the three Secret Service Captains entered the first floor of the museum along with the paramedics.

On the first floor, there were a total of 20 saboteurs, 18 of whom had their hands or feet tied, and 2 of whom were lying flat on the floor.

Seeing the appearance of the special service, a beautiful woman with short hair and smart facial features, who could score 8 points, cried into tears in a second, and shouted in Xiangjiang dialect, "Help, they discounted my hand!"

"Me too," another woman who looked highly educated, looked at least eight points good, and wore a ponytail, also cried in Xiangjiang dialect, "They broke my calves!"

The head of the museum's security guard, a profound-eyed descendant of the Kingdom of God, explained to the three agents, "They took advantage of the power outage to destroy the museum's artifacts, attack tourists, and cause stampedes, and we had to stop them."

The public says that the public is reasonable, and the mother-in-law says that the mother-in-law is reasonable.

The point is that the special services are here, and they are here to stop the crime, and they ask, "Have any saboteurs escaped?" Is the museum a big loss?"

"No one escaped," said the security captain on duty, "and the damage is yet to be assessed."

The three agents nodded, looked at the two yellow men lying flat on the floor and asked, "They?"

The security captain replied calmly, "I have a head injury."

The five ambulance personnel immediately rescued the two people with head injuries, and tried to look back at the special service for a long time, shaking their heads gently.

Zhang Jing, Xu Zehong, and Xu Nuo are also on the first floor, as spectators next to them.

Five minutes ago, when the incident first happened, the father and daughter were hiding in the office.

Hiding is the right behavior, the two unrescued guys lying on the ground behaved very cruelly, and it can also be said that they were inhumane and wanted to strangle tourists, so the security guards also left their hands and hit the back of the head and head hard.

"Is the curator there?" The spy with the submachine gun behind him asked.

"Yes," Xu Zehong stepped forward, "I'm the curator, Xu Zehong."

"Professor Xu, why is there a power outage?"

Lao Xu was not a soft persimmon, and retorted, "This is exactly what you need to find out;

And then there's these saboteurs, who not only loot museums, but also attack tourists with no humanity."

Then came the process time, and everyone was busy.

Only Zhang Jing is relatively empty, and he is checking the damage inside the museum, and he must praise it here.

Except for a few oversized cultural relics on the first floor, almost all other cultural relics are inside bulletproof glass, and the loss is very small.

It's so small that you only need to pay some cleaning fees to restore it to its original state.

Before inspecting to the woodcarved female bodhisattva on the second floor, Zhang Jing received a call from Zheng Jieying.

"Zhang Jing, how about the loss of the museum?"

"The protection method created by 200 million meters of yuan, the result is okay."

As soon as the conversation changed, Zheng Jieying asked, "How could two people die?"

"I happen to know this," Zhang Jing said, "and the security guards told me that they were trying to kill the tourists and had to hit them hard

Stop."

"You've interrogated them," Cheng asked on the phone, "what's the real cause of the chaos?"

"Seven of them are from Europe, and they are stepping on the spot, planning to rob;

There are also nine locals in Xiangjiang, and they and three fried chicken people are also here to step on the spot, planning to create chaos and take revenge on the museum's collection of 270 suicide notes, 15 medals, and the rudder of the King Kong."

Zhang Jing told the truth, "The two guys who died were fried chicken people, and they wanted to create more panic by killing people, but they didn't expect the security to act so fast."

The phone was quiet for three seconds.

Zheng Jieying reminded, "Look at the monitoring in advance, give what you can give, don't give what you can't, don't trim the content, the public security police investigator will come to check."

"Okay." Zhang Jing felt goodwill, which was conducive to handing over the content of the camera, and the unfavorable content was deducted and the content was not modified.

The cameras come with their own batteries, so they're all working the whole time the mess happens.

"There's nothing else," Zheng Jieying said lightly, "I'll hang up."

"Wait," Zhang Jing didn't forget what he said before, "That fool, if you really dare to cut off the power, the headquarters of Fast Power Machinery and the experimental factory will be moved."

"Zhang Jing, don't be like this...." Zheng Jieying pleaded with a hint of pleading, "Fast Power is the only manufacturing entity company in Xiangjiang that can be on the table."

"It's just a R&D headquarters and an experimental factory," Zhang Jing has decided to move away, "Besides, Xiangjiang is a financial, foreign trade, and tourist city, and there are no manufacturing facilities."

"If the power hadn't been cut off," Zheng Jieying asked rhetorically, "would you have moved out?"

Holding the phone in his hand, standing in front of the Bodhisattva, Zhang Jing didn't need to lie, and said in an affirmative tone, "I will move away, and staying in Xiangjiang is an act of reducing intelligence, and the big people who pay attention to the farm express that they don't like it."

Zheng Jieying was speechless.

After ending the call, Zhang Jing then called Ding Jiaqi and asked her to carry out the relocation task, divide Fast Power into different businesses, and move to Area D and Wang Ting respectively.

Needless to say, Area D has complete industrial facilities.

The situation of the royal court is slightly worse, but the Xu family has a heavy factory in the magic capital and the royal court that can build large ships, which means that they both have an industrial chain.

In addition, Ding Jiaqi cultivated in obscurity in the royal court of helicopter engines, aero engines, auto parts, lathe industry, steelmaking, batteries, chips, locomotive manufacturing and other industries.

All have enough strength to undertake.

Speaking of the Xiangjiang headquarters, the main consideration at that time was to accept talents more conveniently, and now the manufacturing industry under the big coconut tree is booming.

This headquarters is next to the museum, and it is built so high, which is really a bit ostentatious, and it does not conform to the principle of low-key development.

Ding Jiaqi agreed.

The words are divided into two ends.

After ending the call with Zhang Jing, Zheng Jieying went to see her boss, and then called the head of the Jiali family.

"Mr. Garry," Cheng Jieying said calmly, "you need to sell all the electricity and gas supply business in the outlying islands."

Hearing this, the eighty-year-old old Jiali's expression darkened for a second.

"Second Shift~"