December

Westerners have entered the rhythm of countdown to the New Year, and Christmas is getting closer and closer.

London

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse

The River Thames is turbulent, and St. Paul's Cathedral is located on the north bank. Looking across from the river, the Tate Gallery is located.

It was late at night, and there was no one outside the art gallery. Two security guards paced back and forth in the corridor outside the gallery, reporting to the intercom from time to time.

On the east side of the museum, a SUV business sedan has been parked here since the afternoon. The windows are clear on one side, and can only be seen from the inside and outside, like a mirror.

In the carriage, a neat and complete IT system was placed here. A blond young man with his fingers typing on the keyboard like an enclave. Several small images appeared on the computer screen on the side, which was the internal surveillance video of the Tate Art Museum.

"Give me another three minutes and you'll get all the surveillance videos."

One person was sitting in the driver's seat and the passenger seat. The person holding the steering wheel was a black man, tall and serious. Sitting beside him was a brown-haired white man, with a strong body and a vicissitudes of face.

On the roof of the Tate Gallery, a slim woman in a black tights wears a hat, with delicate facial features and a charming atmosphere in peace.

With a rope on his back, the woman looked at the time on her watch, took a few steps back, then rushed out of the roof, jumped down, and crossed a beautiful arc in the night and stuck it on the glass window on the third floor of the Tate Art Museum.

The limbs were as light as dust when they touched the glass window, and the security guards patrolling downstairs did not notice any abnormal movements above their heads.

Take out the tools from the bag and draw a circle on the glass window. Use the tools to suck them lightly, and the woman smiles slightly and enters in one after another.

Standing on the floor of the third floor of the art gallery, the woman untied the ropes on her back and walked downstairs silently. She stood at the corner of the stairs on the second floor. The woman looked down at the hall on the first floor and looked at the door on the first floor.

Take out a tool like a crossbow from the bag.

A slight sound came.

An arrow shot into the top of the left wall at the entrance of the first floor gate.

The tail end is like a roller shutter, constantly extending and extending.

The woman turned over on the second floor, hooked her legs around the fence, and hung her upside down, pressing the other end of the roller blind in her hand to the top of the wall on the right side of the door.

After carefully looking at it, she confirmed that the roller shutter across the entrance of the gate was parallel to the ground, and she turned over and stood on the second floor.

The sapphire blue eyes shine with a confident light. Press a remote control in your hand.

The roller shutter fell like a curtain, and the top corner after landing was strongly absorbed on the ground, leaving the scroll motionless.

After doing this, the woman walked back to the third floor with elegant steps. He did not step into the exhibition area. If he took a step further, the alarm would be triggered.

It is easy to come in the Tate Gallery, but when it is not open, it will trigger a bellworking.

The woman's eyes were fixed on a work by Picasso in the middle. Her slender fingers pressed the headset and said softly: "Young men, the party has begun."

She stepped into the exhibition area and instantly, the alarm bell was made!

In the dark night, this alarm sounded across the sky.

Two bored security guards patrolling outside the door were smoking. When they heard the harsh alarm bell, the cigarette in their hands fell directly to the ground. They picked up the intercom and shouted: "What's going on?"

In the video of the surveillance room, everything was as usual, without any trace of anyone stealing.

The two security guards had just received feedback and hurriedly opened the first floor door. The scene that caught their eyes made them shocked!

All the artworks in the exhibition hall on the first floor disappeared!

Even the sculpture in the middle was missing.

Just at this moment, the sound of a car engine came from the street east of the art gallery.

The two security guards were caught off guard. They turned their heads and looked in the sound, but saw two policemen running towards them.

"Leave it to us here, go and chase it. The suspect has already taken a car to the east!"

Two security guards picked up the walkie-talkie and notified each guy to chase him.

The two policemen standing at the gate looked around, and there was no other sound except the alarm bell.

The two stared at the hall and saw that the picture in front of them fluctuated.

The floor was lifted?

No!

That's just visual error.

There was only a realistic canvas in front of me, forging the scene of theft of the hall on the first floor.

The two security guards were nervous and believed it at first glance.

Now, the woman in tight black lifted up the canvas and walked out from inside, carrying three rolls on her back, which contained the works of Picasso, Monet and Van Gogh.

Two policemen, one tall and one short, one strong and one thin, smiled at the woman. The three of them walked out slowly, went down the stairs, returned to the SUV, and were about to drive away, when they suddenly became shocked.

Several cars rushed out of the nearby block and surrounded the SUV.

Two men and one woman were dumbfounded.

"Tresa, come out, Chris, Bonton, I know you're in there."

Taking off his hat reveals a long burgundy wavy hair, Teresa, who is carrying a roll on her back, opened the rear door of the SUV, a Ford blocked their retreat, and two old and young stood beside the car.

The old man, Teresa, knew that he was Frank, the director of the Tate Gallery.

The young man, Asian face, is quite imposing in a warm navy coat.

"Frank, you lost this bet."

Tang Xin laughed happily, Frank was embarrassed, and now he stared at the roll behind Teresa. If the three masterpieces were lost, it would be a loss of astronomical numbers.

Even if the insurance company compensates, it is a different matter.

The loss of art is by no means possible to make up for money.

Tang Xin walked to Teresa, stretched out his hand and smiled.

The tall and big Bonton took a step forward without expression. Teresa reached out to the railing, took off the roll from her back, and threw it to Tang Xin.

Tang Xin couldn't read it, so he turned around and threw it to Frank again.

The old man opened the roll and checked it carefully. It was not dropped, and it was all genuine.

"I believe this, I"

Frank didn't know what to say. He was really ashamed.

Tang Xin turned around and waved at him and said, "We are friends. When you go back, you must strengthen your defense."

Frank shook his head and smiled bitterly, and walked back to the art gallery with his masterpiece in his arms.

"Who are you? Not like a policeman, not like a peer."

Teresa asked in a cold voice.

Tang Xin looked around and saw that the people who got out of the car were all bodyguards recruited by Dawson after he set up a company in London.

There are no outsiders present.

Tang Xin smiled and said to Dawson who had walked beside him, "Seeing or not, it's not difficult to commit a crime at all, just grasping people's weaknesses."

The three people in front of them, plus Mike who drove away from the mountain, were all members of the Tulip theft gang.

Do criminal gangs need a lot of people?

uncertain.

People can use their talents and use their products to their fullest. Each of them has the best strength. One person's strength is stronger than ten ordinary people. Four people are enough to shock the world.

"Tressa, you'd better call Mike first and let him drive back. Oh, remind him, drive slowly. I don't want this underground racing emperor of the 12 European and American cities to disturb my interest."

Teresa took out the phone and called out, and spoke in front of Tang Xin.

As expected.

Now three people are arrested, and one of them is still alive.

If it is captured in one net, four people will be slaughtered.

As a result, ten minutes later, Mike returned in a van.

And he was escorted back by four cars.

"Sorry. I'm prepared for both."

When Mike got out of the car and stood in a row with Teresa, Tang Xin smiled and shrugged.

"Who are you? Do we have a grudge?"

Teresa asked again calmly.

Tang Xin walked forward without fear, glanced at the four people one by one, and said a word for every stop.

"Treysalize, twenty-four years old. You are the leader of Tulips, proficient in the theft and lock-opening and forging artworks. You forged debt scrolls at the age of seventeen. I'm afraid there is no place in the world that you dare not go. You can't go. But I have a question, should I call you Teresa, or you, Joey?"

Teresa's expression was shocking!

Joey?
To be continued...