The bandits did not move hard anymore, but took out a pile of black cloth and covered the guests' eyes one by one.

Wang Feng looked at the bandits and a "hostage" next to him, his eyes dodging.

The man in white noticed Wang Feng's abnormality, his eyelids twitched, and suddenly said, "It seems that they want to take us as hostages, so why not call the police now."

As he said that, he really secretly took out the phone.

Wang Ying hurriedly stopped him, pointed at a woman lying on the ground not far away, then quickly withdrew her eyes, lowered her head and whispered: "No! Don't move, there are their people among the hostages, and the woman over there is."

The man in white was a little curious and asked, "How did you know?"

Wang Ying whispered: "They had the faces covered just now, but I still remember how they looked when they came in. The woman came in with one of the bandits. Although they had never spoken to each other, they did have eye contact. And... Didn't you see that she was pretending to be scared, but was monitoring the people around?"

The man in white was startled and asked, "Can you remember the appearance of all the bandits?"

Wang Feng was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't help but say proudly: "I usually won't forget what I've seen."

Unexpectedly, the man in white sighed and stood up all of a sudden.

At this time, everyone in the audience was blindfolded and sat on the ground trembling.

When Wang Ying saw the man in white stand up, he quickly pulled his clothes and shouted in a low voice: "What are you doing? Squat down quickly, they can do everything..."

But what happened next made Wang Feng shut up obediently.

Then a bandit walked to the man in white, nodded at him, and looked at Wang Feng with his vicious eyes.

Wang Ying understood all of a sudden, and his heart was instantly overwhelmed by huge fear.

The bandit pointed at Wang Ying and asked the man in white: "This person is also ours?"

The man in white shook his head and said, "No, he is just a child of mine."

The bandit nodded and said, "Oh, that's not necessary. Since you like this stone, you have plenty of time now, why don't we find a way to take it away?"

The man in white smiled, turned to look at Wang Ying, who was stunned, and suddenly took out a pistol from the bandit's waist and pointed it directly at Wang Ying's forehead.

Wang Ying was so scared that she felt urinating under her crotch. Her heartbeats so much that her whole face is red and tears are flowing down. He trembled and begged, "Don't...Don't kill me..."

The man in white sighed again and said, "It's really a pity, but who made you talented."

Wang Feng wanted to say something, but...

‘Bang!~’ A gunshot sounded, and the bullet hit Wang Ying’s forehead. The bullet lifted up his body, like a dead dog thrown out. His body passed through the fence of the huge rock and fell on the huge rock with a "bang" sound, and blood flowed into a stream.

The hostages around him became panicked again and screamed.

The bandits were also busy stopping the chaos at the scene, so no one noticed that all the words on the huge black stone flashed slightly.

Wang Feng's blood flowed on it, like boiling water poured into the snow, and the words slowly "melt" and disappeared like snowflakes.

Immediately afterwards, it seemed as if the whole world had a slight vibration, feeling it, but not sure.

The man in white frowned, and the people around him looked at each other in confusion.

No one noticed that with this vibration, a wisp of smoke penetrated into Wang Bing's head.

The smoke gathered together in Wang Feng's mind and slowly condensed into a solid body. A light spot that was the size of a mung bean disappeared in a flash.

Is Wang Feng dead?

He did not die, but instead he had a dream, a very strange dream.

In the dream, his body appeared in a vast land, everything was white and hazy, making people unable to see anything clearly.

There is only one tree standing in this unknown world.

And the rest were only a woman who was ecstatic, shouting, crying and laughing.

The woman was wearing strange clothes, or armor, golden and extremely gorgeous.

After a closer look, I found that the armor was covered with scratches and holes. The more I looked at it, the more I felt that it was 'ragged'. However, the woman's face was extremely beautiful. Even though her almost crazy expression affected her image at this time, it was still so beautiful that Wang Feng was afraid to breathe.

Especially the perfect figure that seems to be carved by God is probably only matched by the supermodel photos that have been modified and produced countless times, but it is not as harmonious and natural as this woman.

But soon, Wang Xing discovered the shortcomings of this woman.

Red pupils!

Just imagine that the skin that is as snowy as the skin has a pair of blood-red eyes. The strong color contrast will involuntarily make people feel a sense of "fear".

Moreover, those eyes seemed to be whirlpools, as if they were about to suck Wang Feng's current body in.

The woman was excited for a while and suddenly turned around and looked at Wang Xing.

The red eyes seemed to be dead. After taking a look like this, Wang Ying fainted again happily.

But while he was dizzy, he seemed to hear a very nice and solemn woman's voice, and without a trace of anger, he cursed, "Damn it!"...

Wang Feng suddenly heard noises and cries in his ears. He opened his eyes with great effort, and a strong ray of sunlight made him close immediately.

He moaned slightly, causing the whole room to suddenly become quiet.

"Xiao Feng woke up?!Xiao Feng woke up!"

The cheers seemed to hit Wang Feng's ears with heavy hammers, making him frown in discomfort.

A middle-aged man's voice sounded: "Be quiet, the patient has just recovered from consciousness. Please keep quiet and do not disturb the patient's rest."

A female shouted: "I have been lying down for so many days, why are you resting after finally waking up?"

This unreasonable voice was the sound of cheering just now. Wang Feng could hear that this was his mother.

Wang Ying said hoarsely: "Mom, is it you? I... where am I?"

At this time, Wang Ying adapted to the light in the house. The first thing that entered the eye was the roof, the white roof, and the monotonous one was only one fluorescent light.

When I turned around, I saw that my parents and the attending doctor who decided that I would not have lived for a year were all in the room.

The Queen Mother said, "Silly child, of course it's me. You're awake. Do you know you've scared us..." As she said that, she was about to cry again. The Queen's father hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, just wake up. What's the point of crying like this? Son, this is Renhe Hospital."

Wang Ying had just woken up and was still confused, and asked, "Renhe Hospital? Am I coming home? I'm not in the UK..."

The Queen Mother's eyes were filled with tears, but she smiled silently and said, "This silly child, you have been in a coma for a month..." Wang Ying was sleeping peacefully, but both worlds had earth-shaking changes in this month.

One is the real world, and the other is the world in Wang Feng's mind.

When Wang Feng was shot in the head by a man in white, he fainted. The bullet passed through the skull and knocked off a skull the size of a baby's palm, but it miraculously did not have much impact on the brain tissue.

But at that time, everyone thought Wang Xing was dead.

The robbers succeeded and stole dozens of treasures from the British Museum and escaped successfully.

When the police station received the call, the operator's first reaction was to "prank". Imagine that no matter how crazy the bandits were, they should not come to rob the British Museum.

Not to mention that it is located in an important area, with abundant police force around it, and in less than a minute, the police and special police can surround the entire museum.

It is not said that those collections have very sound protection, and the degree of protection does not depend on the gold in the Swiss bank. Once a dangerous incident occurs in the museum, more than ten people can press the riot switch, and all the collections will be automatically reclaimed by the machine to the vault ten meters underground as soon as possible.

On the outside, the famous paintings and treasures directly reversed from the walls and in the display cabinet and disappeared. Even if the robbery was successful, these treasures were either gold bars or banknotes after all, because they were so precious that almost everyone in the world who loved treasures in their albums had a copy.

Just imagine, who dares to buy it?

No one dares to buy it, so where are the robbers selling it?

There are not just robbery and stealing museums, but there are quite a few, but those are ‘designated by the rich first’, and then the thief goes to ‘receive goods’, and at most they can make a small fight with one or two treasures.

Because these or two items are acceptable to insurance companies, museums, and states.

Therefore, all robbers and thieves must grasp a degree.

However, this robbery incident is something that the country cannot tolerate.

Even the United States expressed its intention to thoroughly investigate the matter. The strangest thing in this robbery was that the safe had already worked at that time, and countless treasures had been put in, but that was it, the treasures disappeared and the robbers disappeared.

No casualties occurred except for the unlucky Wang Ying, and the explosive driller was useless, as if the museum had a "movement".

Which country is not afraid of the technology that can hack into the British Museum?

Isn’t it useless to have national security networks, surveillance...and wait?

The robbers were not caught, but Wang Feng became the first person to be suspected.

Because when he was put into the "body bag", the medical staff unexpectedly found that he still had a heartbeat.

So, the police came to Wang Feng's ward, the army came, the people from MI6, and even the Queen of England took a look at him.

But the diagnosis given by the doctor at that time was "brain death", which was even more vegetative than vegetative.
Chapter completed!