Chapter 1032 Collection worth 301 million (sixth update, please vote for me)

Jesse opened the backpack and found four or five collections inside.

"Ah, this is the Noximala copper cone you mentioned." Jesse exclaimed in surprise.

Raisa's eyes were focused, and her eyes were not on the Noximala copper cone.

But on several other collections, the value of these collections is far higher than the Noximala copper cone.

"The Mayan golden sword, the Greek silver cup, the ring of Romance..." Raisa said.

"Are these also collections?"

"All three collections are worth more than $100 million."

Clang——

The Romance Ring in Jesse's hand fell to the ground.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Don't think about it. We won't be able to get rid of you in a short time. Now both the black and white groups are definitely trying their best to find us. Unless you want to die, you will never be able to get rid of us."

"Then you can take advantage of the Noximala Copper Cone. This one is not that valuable."

"The Nosimara Copper Cone was lost together with several other collections. Taking out the Nosimara Copper Cone means that several other collections are also in our hands."

"How long will it take? One month? Two months?"

"One year, that's the minimum." Raisa said, "And the black market in Los Angeles doesn't have that big of an appetite."

"One year? It's too long."

"Do you want to die? If you want to die, we will separate now, one of us will be the same."

"Why should one person get two things? I contribute the most. I want three things."

"Without me, do you think you can come back alive?" Raisa said: "Besides, I can cooperate with anyone. I am irreplaceable, but you can be replaced by anyone."

This was the line Jesse had always said to her in the past, and this time she returned it to Jesse.

"You can pick two."

"Are you sure? I want this Mayan gold knife and the Greek silver cup."

All three are worth $100 million, so of course she chooses two of them.

As for the value of the Nosimara Copper Cone, it is far behind compared to these three, and it is better than nothing.

"Take it." Raisa said without arguing.

"But how to get rid of this?"

"I said it has been at least a year, and the bracelets on our hands have not been taken off. Think about it, if the Chinese knows that the things are in our hands, do you think we can refuse his request? ?"

When Jesse thought of the Chinese man, his expression became unnatural.

"Then what should we do?"

"Just pretend that nothing has happened. Find a way to take off the bracelet first, and then take the things out and sell them after things calm down. Then you can do whatever you want."

"One year? It's such a long time."

…

At this moment, the gunfire gradually subsided in the Norton Simon Museum.

There were four robbers left, but all the police officers had been shot dead.

"Let's go, get in the car." The robber boss shouted.

"Where are the things? Who holds the things?" The robber boss discovered that none of the four of them was carrying the backpack.

But the corpse of his companion on the ground did not have the backpack.

"Damn it, whose hands is it?"

Someone counted their number and the bodies on the ground, everyone was there.

"We are all here, and the things are definitely still here."

At this moment, the sound of police sirens was heard again in the distance.

The second group of police officers was about to arrive.

The robber boss made a quick decision: "Let's evacuate first."

If you don’t leave, you really won’t be able to leave.

The four robbers got on the fire truck and rushed out. The police car came over and blocked the road.

"Run it over."

Those police cars originally thought that the robbers would stop, but they did not expect that the robbers would directly hit them.

The robbers relied on the fire truck to be large and sturdy.

He ran straight into the car and knocked away the police car blocking the road.

"Fake, it was so smooth ahead, why did it disappear?"

Several robbers complained that they could not figure out why the backpack was missing.

…

Chen Zhao was walking on the road, and just at this moment the fire truck that passed by came back again.

The same big man was sitting by the window, their eyes facing each other.

The big man stared at Chen Zhao, and Chen Zhao also stared at the big man.

Although the place where the shootout took place was far away, Chen Zhao already knew that they were not firefighters.

Of course, it was none of his business and Chen Zhao didn't bother to ask.

If there was some evil spirit causing trouble, Chen Zhao easily solved it.

As for arresting criminals who commit murder and arson, that is a matter for the police.

If Chen Zhao met him on the spot, Chen Zhao might not stand idly by.

But if Chen Zhaolu is to be treated as a hero when faced with injustice, Chen Zhao is lazy again.

Chen Zhao walked for a moment and looked around. It seemed that this was the place Laurent had agreed on.

Suddenly, several people jumped out of the darkness, all with their faces covered and pointing guns at Chen Zhao.

"Don't move."

"well……"

This old bastard has nothing new at all.

Can't he think of something new?

Chen Zhao knocked all these people down with three punches and two kicks.

"Don't fight, don't fight... We are not robbers, we are actors... We are just actors... The guns are fake." These people lay on the ground, wailing.

Chen Zhao picked up the gun on the ground and found that it was indeed a fake.

In fact, he had already known about Laurent's plan from Karim.

Chen Zhao took out his phone: "Hello, police station? I wanted to report the crime. I met the robbers, but I took them away and they are lying on the ground now."

Not long after, the police came.

And not one or two police officers, but a large number of police officers, all of them heavily armed.

"Sir, was it you who called the police just now?" a policeman shouted from a distance, but did not approach Chen Zhao immediately.

"Yes, these are the people who attacked me." Chen Zhao replied, pointing to the people on the ground. At the same time, Chen Zhao also raised his hands to express his position.

After all, the police have not confirmed Chen Zhao's identity, so if Chen Zhao cannot make non-threatening actions, they will not dare to come over and may even shoot.

Then the police came over and said, "Can you show me your ID?"

"In my pocket."

Generally, during police interrogation, the person being interrogated is not allowed to put his hands into his pockets or trouser pockets.

In a country where guns are everywhere, such an action is likely to be drawing a gun.

The police took out Chen Zhao's driver's license, and after checking the ID number, they confirmed Chen Zhao's identity.

"Can you tell me exactly what happened?"

"I was walking by and they jumped out of the dark and tried to rob me at gunpoint and I fought back and knocked them down and called the police."

The police looked at these people. When they received the call from Chen Zhao, they thought it was related to the attack at the Norton Simon Museum. Now it seems that they have overthought it.

"Sir, can you go back to the police station with me to take notes?"