That night, Qi Feng collected a list of hundreds of artifacts in his post and immediately went to the British Museum overnight.

Due to the recent theft of the female history and the recent rampant theft, even in the middle of the night, Great Britain is still brightly lit and patrolled by security.

Nozomi Koizumi, a 'security expert' from the island country hired by the museum, also raised his interest today and patrolled around the museum at night.

"Wudu, what a beautiful city, modern and ancient."

Nozomi Koizumi sits in a newly bought Bugatti Veyron, not so much a night watch, but a ride.

Big Ben standing on top of tall buildings, Tower Bridge across the River Thames, and the bustling city night scene, you can appreciate the charm of this ancient city everywhere.

The co-pilot sat a blonde beauty with a well-appointed figure and a hot dress.

Seeing him so leisurely, the blonde beauty wondered, "Mr. Koizumi, are you really not worried that the museum will be stolen again?" ”

Nozomi Koizumi smiled faintly, and what flowed out of his eyes was not confidence, but a touch of extreme lightness.

It was as if for him, he was not protecting the artifacts of the museum, but a few ordinary pieces of furniture.

"Lucy-chan, you know too little about us."

The so-called 'security experts' are actually an organization called the 'Six Faces Shrine', and Nozomi Koizumi is a senior member of it.

Their organization is not only involved in security, but also includes killers, hackers, etc., all of which are of the world's top level.

Now it's just a mission to protect dead things, and for him it's no different than a vacation.

"Mr. Koizumi, I didn't distrust you, I was just curious."

"Oh? Do you want to hear the answer? ”

Nozomi Koizumi stopped and turned his head to look at Lucy-chan, a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

Lucy-chan's heart trembled slightly, and she didn't say much, so she leaned down obediently and obediently.

At this moment, it was not that she wanted to know the answer, but that Nozomi Koizumi's perverse temperament made her dare not resist.

Nozomi Koizumi closed her eyes and enjoyed the special service, casually talking about the security measures they had in place at the museum.

The first is the significantly increased number of security, and then they have a number of trained detection dogs in the perimeter to track down any lost artifacts in a timely manner.

In addition, hundreds of 360-degree panoramic cameras are installed around the museum.

Mobile X-ray detectors have also been installed at important checkpoints, and it is impossible for normal humans and normal means to hide cultural relics, let alone take them out of the British Museum.

That's not all, the point is that among the many security personnel, some of them are killers of the 'Black Crow Division' of the Yamien Shrine.

Most of them have received special training since childhood, and their reconnaissance ability, reaction speed, and combat ability are enough to surpass ordinary national special forces.

With such a net, who can bring out cultural relics from museums?

Just as Nozomi Koizumi was bragging about it, the mobile phone rang at an inopportune time.

He frowned in disappointment and picked up his phone to answer the call.

Before he could ask, a sharp pop came from the other side of the phone.

"Lost! Lost! ”

"Oh buy ga, it's a ghost, what was in front of you a second ago, it actually disappeared out of thin air!"

The sharp voice almost shattered Nozomi Koizumi's eardrums, and if he hadn't seen that Remarks was a member of the Crow Division, I'm afraid he would have even had the heart to kill.

When he came to his senses, Koizumi suddenly began to be suspicious.

Lost?

Lost an artifact?

Even if the cultural relics were really lost, why would the Crow killer who had experienced life and death be so out of shape?

"Calm down, tell me more about which artifact was lost?"

"It's all gone! At least a few hundred heirlooms! And neither we, nor the surveillance and X-ray detectors, have found any clues! ”

As soon as these words came out, Lucy-chan at the bottom of the car clearly felt that the things in her mouth were gradually shrinking.

...........

The next day, the news of the theft of the British Museum made headlines around the world again.

The British Guardian: From 2 to 3 o'clock this morning, the British Museum was stolen again, and many people in the museum were in chaos!

Peacock Today: Incredible! Protected artefacts in Great Britain are frequently stolen! Whether or not to return cultural relics from other countries should be regulated in the morning!

Al-Ahram: Please return all cultural relics obtained through improper channels free of charge!

Many reporters seemed to have expected this incident, and they had already squatted near the Wudu Museum and took photos of the scene for the first time.

Media reporters who did not prepare in advance could only rush to the museum on the same day, raise their cameras and microphones, and ask crazy questions about Nozomi Koizumi and the museum director, in order to get a bright topic to attract attention.

Museum curators who have experienced this kind of scene have urinated early and do not want to face these unscrupulous media again.

They pierced the soft underbelly every sentence, and they couldn't refute the questioning, and if they heard it too much, they would really doubt life.

Nozomi Koizumi was okay, with a cold face in the museum in the face of reporters blocking the way.

"Mr. Koizumi, before that, I heard that you are a world-famous security expert, why did you not only fail to guard the British Museum this time, but also lost hundreds of precious cultural relics at one time?"

"Mr. Koizumi, many countries are now questioning the ability of the British Museum to protect cultural relics, and you, as the new Minister of Security of the Museum, please give a positive answer!"

In the face of sharp questions from many reporters, Nozomi Koizumi had only one sentence with a cold face, and he had nothing to say.

Seeing his indifferent attitude, the reporters suddenly became a little anxious.

One of the reporters in the back row held up the camera, padded his heels and asked loudly, "Nozomi Koizumi!" Someone photographed you not guarding the artifacts in the museum on the night of the incident, but with a beautiful Britannia car*! ”

"Doesn't it seem too much for you to take millions of pounds from a museum and treat your work like this?"

The already noisy scene directly became a farmers' market as soon as this remark came out, and all the reporters stared at this question and followed Nozomi Koizumi.

Nozomi Koizumi's forehead was bruised, and the defense was completely broken.

He stared at the reporter, as if to remember his appearance.

At the same time, the autumn evening painting in China clicked on the Great Wall shopping network.

The site, which was previously temporarily 'maintained', has now been retained with a new batch of artifacts, each of which sells for no more than a dime.

On the other side, Lin Zhiyi also quickly swiped this news.

In the news, Luo made a list of the lost artifacts in Great Britain.

After looking around, he found that there were dragon pattern glazed tiles of the Ming Dynasty, and Lin Zhiyi couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised.

At the beginning, she just casually said to Feng Qi, he actually brought back the dragon pattern glazed tiles for himself?