Xia Siyu hands the computer to Li Qiao, and several people come together in an instant.

Song Liao watched her fingers operate at full speed on the keyboard, and nodded in surprise with her lips

Shen Qingye glared at Song Laoliu in a difficult way, "are you the international criminal police organization that flatters you?"

Song Liao looked at him very seriously, "take a picture of me."

Shen Qingye stopped talking.

In less than three minutes, Li Qiao counterattacked the other party's monitoring and locking system. With the split screen re displayed on the computer, we finally saw the indistinguishable figure walking in the exhibition hall.

But after only ten seconds, the other party seems to have noticed something. He sticks to the wall, lowers his head, presses the small instrument in his hand, and soon the monitoring is black.

"Hiss He is mo Jue

Song Laoliu is still staring at the black screen computer, and founder's face is full of excitement.

After looking for so long, I finally saw the real person.

But

Xia Siyu lies on the back of the back row chair, looking at the black screen computer and touching Li Qiao's head, "what's the matter?"

Li Qiao continues to knock the keyboard, lips smile deepened, "he added a Trojan horse, monitoring room computer poisoning."

Shen Qingye covered his chest and came over, "so high-end?"

At this time, song Laoliu's expression became more and more strange. This was the first time that he saw Mo Jue commit a crime with his own eyes.

But how can this technique be so familiar?

Monitoring and locking, implanting firewall, counterattack Trojan

On the other side, the figure who was still wandering in the exhibition hall stood against the wall for a while, looking at the surveillance camera with dark eyes, picked the tip of his brow and was full of pride.

After waiting for a moment, he thought he was safe. Then he took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the famous pictures in the display cabinet. Finally, he held up the receiver and asked, "boss, do you like anything?"

“....”

Mo Jue's voice is very strange. It's not only a woman's gentle voice, but also a man's bright voice.

I don't know what the person on the other end of the phone said. He pouted and lowered his head. "Oh, I don't like it."

“....”

"Well, I'll find something else for the boss."

“....”

"Oh, don't worry. When did I miss it?"

After he hung up, he walked around the exhibition hall again. Before he left, he pinched his waist with one hand, looked back and said, "the boss is right, what a crap."

In his mind, as long as the boss does not like things, are crap.

This person, Mo Jue.

After he left the exhibition hall, about five minutes later, the surveillance virus was destroyed automatically, and the picture returned to normal.

The officers of Nanyang police station hiding in the major entrances and exits have never seen anyone go in, let alone anyone come out, not even a fly.

....

Two o'clock in the evening, yashuyuan apartment.

Here are a ladder of a high-grade apartment design, strict security measures, and excellent privacy.

and the previous routine, a figure with a dust smell appeared in the central air-conditioning official road, the monitoring screen has been changed by him in advance.

In the apartment room on the 37th floor, the grille of a central air conditioner was unscrewed, and then the figure jumped down.

The room was dark and the curtains were tight. This is Li Qiao's collection apartment.

Don't feel no light, with night vision mirror began to around the row after row of collection cabinets back and forth shuttle.

In the twinkling of an eye, on a square table, he saw a classic mounted painting.

He reached out to touch it, took out his mobile phone and looked at the contrast picture. Then he took out a black bag from his backpack, put the picture frame in it, and pulled the straps on both sides. As the air was squeezed out, the black bag gradually fitted, and it looked like a portable drawing board behind him.

For a moment, Mo Jue didn't look at the other collections. He jumped up from the ground with his painting on his back, grasped the air conditioner and exerted himself on his waist and abdomen, and soon got back in.

After covering the grille, he quickly crawled along the central air conditioning official road and arrived at the facility pipe room in only seven or eight minutes.

After a while, Mo Jue crawled out of the pipe and covered himself with dust.

With the tip of his nose in his lap, he went back to the ground and re installed the aluminum grille at the end. He pulled the cleaning car that had been prepared before, took off the backpack and picture frame behind him and put them in it.

Then he put on his gray wig, stuck on his moustache, put on his cleaning clothes, and pushed the car out of the pipe room.

Everything went well, almost without any challenge.

Mo Jue single handcart, while walking muttered, "so many collectibles, there is no control infrared, even no alarm, too careless."

Words fall, behind suddenly someone voice, "please enter urn just."

Mo Jue scratched his wig. "Oh, that's it."

Huh?

He stood vigilantly for a moment. As soon as he looked back, he saw a slender figure leaning against the wall behind him, kneeling on the wall with one leg, looking at him with a smile.Don't feel the dark road is not good, push the car just about to run, in front of the corridor slowly appeared four figures.

"Nice to meet you, Mo Jue." Song and Liao came face to face with great strides.

Mo Jue squinted, reached out to take out the things in the cleaning car, and then kicked the cleaning car out, "I don't want to meet you."

He moves very fast forward, but his two fists are hard to beat his four hands, not to mention the five frontier sons are all waiting here.

....

Ten minutes later, in the yashuyuan apartment building, Mo Jue held the famous painting in his hands. His wig drooped to one side and his false beard fell to the corner of his mouth. He stood in the same place with tears in his eyes and did not say a word.

In the room, Xia Siyu came forward and took off Mo Jue's beard wig.

It was the first time that they could see Mo Jue's face clearly in the bright light.

Short hair messy, delicate face, looks about 20 years old, the first impression is a handsome young man.

And the most brilliant of his whole face is that pair of eyes, dark apricot eyes, which are very flexible and clear.

Xia Siyu and others are still feeling that others are like dogs. Only Li Qiao looks at her silently.

From the eyebrows to the figure, a few seconds later, her eyes were amused.

Is Junlang a young man?!

At this time, after several precipitation, Song Liao finally accepted the fact that he was mo Jue and said in a low voice, "Mo Jue, where's my wallet?"

Mo Jue blinked and pretended to be stupid, "I can't understand what you're saying."

Song Laoliu approached, his face was serious, his eyes were sharp, "don't pretend, you know what you've stolen."

Mo Jue stepped back and hugged the famous painting in his arms. "What did I steal?"

"Seven paintings in the palace of MEDA, 32 in the imperial Museum and 11 in the United Museum..."

Mo Jue stepped back until he ran into the exhibition stand behind him. He staggered for a moment, choked his neck and interrupted him, "is there any evidence? Where are those paintings? "

Song Laoliu stood still and said nothing.

Where is the painting? It's all sealed up in the major museums.

It's not in Mo Jue's hands.

It's the end of the day.

At that time, Li Qiao looked at Mo Jue for a moment. After a while, she took out her mobile phone and made a phone call as if there were no one else.

"In Nanyang?"

“....”

Li Qiao sneered and said, "come to ya Shu Yuan Apartment, 37th floor."

Hung up the phone, Su Mo looked at her, "who?"

Li Qiao looks very light, playing with the hands of the mobile phone, vague, "I will know."

Next, no matter what you ask, Mo Jue doesn't say a word any more. He makes it clear that he doesn't cooperate with you and thinks about how to escape.

It's the first time that Liang Shangjun has been arrested.

What to do? Will the boss not want her?

"Lao Liu, call the police station and ask them to withdraw." Li Qiao stood at the windowsill and suddenly said a word.

Song Liao didn't think much about it. After answering the call, he went to the corner of the room and told the joint action police officer of the police station about Mo Jue's capture.

The other side seems to have doubts, and song Laoliu patiently explains, "if he didn't take the exhibition hall, even if he was caught on the spot, there was insufficient evidence. We got stolen goods in Yashu garden. Thank you for your cooperation. I will go to the police station tomorrow to thank you. "

....

Twenty minutes later, there was a sharp knock on the door.

Song Liao, who is closest to the door, looks at Li Qiao, nods and opens the door.

A gust of wind blowing, the other side also with a little water vapor, hair soft lying down in front of the forehead.

But this did not affect Song Liao to recognize him, "Mr. Li, how did you come?"

Li Yan, the second elder brother

As soon as he wanted to say sorry, Song Liao suddenly heard a howl behind him, "boss, help me --"

everyone present:?? "

Li Qiao lowered her eyes and raised a clear radian at the corner of her mouth.

Song and Liao are the most ignorant.

When Li Yan stepped in wearing a Sao pink suit, Mo Jue seemed to see the Savior. Holding the things in his arms, he rushed to him and stuffed the painting into his arms like a treasure. "Boss, Titian's painting."

Draw NIMA!

Li Yan looked at Li Qiao with great guilty heart, pushed away Mo Jue, and the Adam's apple slid back and forth. "Qiao, Qiao, you listen to the explanation of the second brother."

The muddled Song Liao closes the door rigidly, feeling that his three outlooks have been crushed.

Why did Li Yan become Mo Jue's boss.

At this moment, he finally realized why he was so familiar with the modus operandi of surveillance tonight.

Because when Interpol was on a mission, it used to hide people's eyes and ears in this way.And It was taught to him by Li Yan a long time ago.

He passed the modus operandi of Mo Jue to Interpol.

At present, Li Qiao leaned against the windowsill and looked back and forth between Song Liao and Li Er. "Do you know each other?"

Song Liao nodded mechanically, "before I traced Mo Jue's whereabouts, I ran into Mr. Li in the major museums and art exhibitions abroad, once I was born and twice I knew him well. Boy, he is Your second brother

Li Qiao left the corner of the mouth, the tone is chilly, "Er Ge."

Li Yan wanted to kneel down and rubbed the soft broken hair on his forehead. He moved it to her, "baby, my second brother is wrong."

"What's wrong?" Li Qiao glanced at him with a long tone.

Li Yan licked the corner of his mouth and pointed to Mo Jue, "I shouldn't have picked him up."

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