Mu Yang drove away in a black Renault SUV, and the back seat was filled with equipment he bought. The car was also sold to him by Marcel. Mu Yang spent 30,000 euros, but fortunately, the car was not stolen, so he was not afraid of the police investigation. ◇↓◇↓ Xiao◇↓

After driving out for a while, Mu Yang put everything into space, and then drove back to the hotel. In the hotel, Mu Yang spent two days familiarizing himself with these equipment, and finally felt that he could use these things skillfully, Mu Yang felt that he could start to act.

"Where is Mr. François Truffaut now? Let me find it." Mu Yang took out François' wallet from the space, which contained François's business card. Mu Yang entered his mobile phone number in the satellite positioning device, and the locator began to search automatically. Soon, a map was displayed on the screen, and then a blue light spot stayed there.

In a residential building in B4, Paris, François was enjoying a wonderful night with his lover, but after all, he was old. After one round, François was already sweating, tired from all limbs, and no longer had the interest in fighting.

After taking a shower and sleeping, the young woman looked at François, who was like a dead pig, curled her lips with contempt, and then went to bed.

It was very deep in the night, and half of the street lights on the street were turned off.

Suddenly, the door of the room made a slight click, and it was pushed open quietly from outside. A figure flashed and then gently closed the door.

His footsteps were sliding, without making any noise. The figure stood in front of the bed, stretched out his fingers and lit the men and women twice.

Mu Yang controlled it well. He lit the sleeping holes of the two of them, but he would wake up tomorrow morning and would not find anything unusual.

Turning on the lights in the room, Mu Yang saw the appearance of the two people on the bed. François, a little old rich man, was very young, but his hair covered most of his face. Mu Yang couldn't see it clearly, but Mu Yang did not plan to study the appearance of this woman. Now he has other things.

Take out the iris imaging equipment from the space and put contact lenses on François. The difficulty was how to open his eyelids. Mu Yang thought of this before, so he went to the store selling medical equipment and bought a device used by doctors for eye surgery, which was specially used to open his eyelids. It was very simple and practical, just convenient for Mu Yang.

"Hi, Mr. François." Mu Yang smiled and waved at François who was stretched out his eyes and greeted him, but Mu Yang knew that François had no consciousness now.

He took out the code scanning instrument and pointed it at François's eyes and started scanning. His eyes were still looking at the progress bar on the computer, 30%, 50%, 100%, ok, and it was finished. Mu Yang took off the contact lens in François's eyes. He washed it in the potion, then brought it with him, rubbed his eyes, and then tried it at the test instrument and passed.

Take back everything, "By Mr. François, you will receive a big surprise tomorrow." Muyang turned off the light and left the room.

Everything here seemed to have never been there, only two sleeping men and women left.

Looking at the time, it was already past 12 o'clock in the evening. Mu Yang drove to Montparnasse Building and looked at the tallest building in Paris. Thinking about his previous actions, Mu Yang felt that there were too many mistakes in his last action.

This time, Mu Yang is preparing to come up with some direct ones.

I sorted out my suit, looked at my changing appearance in the car reversing mirror, nodded with satisfaction, and then stepped out of the car door confidently.

I took the elevator to the 50th floor. Mu Yang rang the doorbell directly.

"Odo, what's going on? Why is there a ringtone?" The security captain on duty at night

Victor walked into the duty monitoring room and asked.

"Captain, it's the boss outside." Odo said.

Victor looked at the monitor's screen and it was indeed his boss, Mr. François Truffaut, and asked in confusion: "Why did the boss come here so late?"

"You have to ask the boss." Odo shrugged.

"Okay, open the door," Victor said.

Seeing the door slowly rising, Mu Yang felt a little excited. The last time he entered here by himself, he had to spend a lot of effort.

"Boss, are you doing something?" Victor came out to greet the boss.

Mu Yang said with a stern face: "Damn Wilfried, I have caused a lot of losses. I want to get some things in the treasure house." Mu Yang said and walked straight in.

Victor didn't know who Wilfried was or what happened, but his boss was a big man, and he couldn't know the people he came into contact with, and he couldn't ask about the boss's affairs.

After passing through the exhibition hall, Mu Yang just glanced casually. The two of them came to the door of the treasure house. Mu Yang said, "Okay, you go, I'll enter the treasure house by myself."

Victor knew the rules and said goodbye and left here.

At the door of the treasure house, there is no camera facing the door lock. This is also to avoid others from seeing the password input, which saves Mu Yang the trouble. He directly takes out the decoder from the space to connect to the door lock, takes out the computer to connect it, and then cracks the password and checks it.

"Is François arrogant or lazy? The password has not been changed." Mu Yang murmured to himself.

The door of the vault opened automatically with a click, and Mu Yang entered the passage. This passage was the cage that had trapped him before. Mu Yang couldn't help but glance around again. When he came to the door of the second treasure house, Mu Yang pointed his eyes to the scanner.

"Didi, the iris code is correct, please enter." After an electronic sound, the thick alloy door automatically opened.

Mu Yang clenched his fists and cheered in his heart.

What caught my eye was a room of about 200 square meters, with many shelves placed inside, with oil paintings, porcelain, sculptures, gold and silver utensils, jade statues, European antique furniture, and some miscellaneous things piled up in the room.

Mu Yang rubbed his hands and looked at a stack of oil paintings placed in the corner of the wall. "I don't know you, I haven't seen them before. What's the painting? It's not famous." Mu Yang muttered to himself while looking through.

They are all paintings by some famous painters, and basically Mu Yang doesn't know them. Since they are piled up randomly in the corner, Mu Yang is probably not a work by a famous writer.

There are porcelain, jar, jar, basin, jar, jar, tray, dish, bowl, and all kinds of porcelain. Mu Yang sees the shapes of these porcelains, basically all Chinese porcelain, some of which are very beautiful, but Mu Yang doesn’t understand them very much.
Chapter completed!