The tea on the table was already boiling.

But neither Hanini Daoxue and Hanini Taro's uncle nor Nephew took up the teacup.

Shangquan Daoxue looked at the sword he placed on the desk and said in a deep voice: "For this treasure, our family has consumed countless financial and material resources, and has also lost generations of elites. This time, we must not miss it. The most important thing at the moment is to seize the opportunity and ensure that we will be the first to enter the warehouse No. 1. As long as we draw it, we will be half successful."

"What if Moroko and the people from the Hanyang organization intervened?" Taro Uchimura said in a deep voice.

Judging from the current situation, these two groups of people will definitely appear.

In any case, tonight, Warehouse No. 1 will stage an unprecedented fierce battle.

"I'm still worried that they won't come." Uchizumi Daxue's words surprised Uchizumi Taro.

Looking at his nephew's surprised face, Shangquan Daoxue smiled: "To be precise, I am not worried about Morozi and the people from the Hanyang organization coming. What I am worried about is that they are not coming soon."

After saying this, Taro Uchimyoji understood and smiled, "Uncle, do you want to create a two-tiger fight outside warehouse No. 1, or a snipe and clam fight inside?"

Hahaha. After hearing this, Shangquan Daoxue didn't say anything and laughed.

...

Lucheng. This ancient city is still so vibrant and crowded.

Time is not too late, and the day passes quickly.

As the dusk is round and the lights are on, the city begins to show another completely different look from the daytime.

Dangdangdang...

The wall clock on the wall knocked ten loudly, and Mr. Gong knocked the cigarette puff in his hand hard on the ground and said, "Go ready to go."

In a word, a group of people in the house scattered birds and beasts.

This operation was crucial, so the old man planned it all day long, and even discussed every detail repeatedly.

In the end, the people who were determined to participate in this matter were carefully selected by the old man and each had its own division of labor.

Mr. Gong and Xiao Yao entered Warehouse No. 1 and were responsible for stealing the ancient painting. Zhang Blind Zi and Han Ziping were both external responding. As for Zhang Yunfei, the terrain was familiar and responsible for retreating after success.

Although the five people were small, they all made careful arrangements, so they were all ready to go.

At eleven o'clock, five people in the yard who were wearing night clothes gathered together.

"As I said before, don't act alone, and there can't be any temporary changes, do you understand?" Mr. Gong said in a deep voice.

"I know." Everyone nodded.

"Get on the car!" Mr. Gong was very satisfied, nodded, and everyone got on the car.

Just outside the door of Yiyi, the car started and drove away.

Warehouse No. 1 is not in Lucheng City. The shape of the entire Lucheng City is like a turtle with spread out limbs, and Warehouse No. 1 is on the tail of this giant turtle.

The car headed south, walked through the streets and alleys, entered the suburbs, and then there were vast fields.

"How is the situation in Warehouse No. 1?" Mr. Gong turned to Xiao Yao and said.

Xiao Yao said, "Don't worry, I have figured out this matter from my second uncle and Xiaocao. There is a group of people stationed outside the No. 1 warehouse. It is located in the center of the barracks, with special police and public security personnel, and there are about 180 people. After entering, there are more than a dozen people in each floor. Our painting is on the second floor."

"Yes." Mr. Gong lit his cigarette pipe and didn't say anything again.

Zhang Xiaozi said beside him: "I guess everyone who should come today will come."

Mr. Gong, who was sitting behind, said gloomyly: "I'm afraid they won't come."

...

Nearly two hours later, a mountain came into view, and under the mountains, there was a brightly lit building.

"It's almost here." Xiao Yao said.

Lucheng is the capital of Province A. This mountain is the gateway to this place. It has been a place that military strategists have fought for since ancient times. There have always been garrisons under this mountain. Over time, a small town that stretches around the barracks is formed, called Bayi Town. The No. 1 Warehouse is built here, so the safety factor will naturally be high.

The car stopped outside the array.

Zhang Yunfei drove the car into a dense forest and a group of people got out.

"Yunfei, you are here and act according to the opportunity. If we haven't come out for an hour after we go in, it means there is something wrong and you can go back." Mr. Gong patted Zhang Yunfei on the shoulder and took the remaining three people to touch Bayi Town in the night.

Mr. Gong is in front, little demon is in the middle, Hanako-ping and Blind Zhang are behind, but the old man is nothing, but the other three people are so nervous.

Everyone knows that tonight will definitely be a battle.

Bayi Town is surrounded by mountains on three sides, with only an entrance to the north, and is surrounded by dense forests, mountains and terrain.

As he was about to enter the town, the old man stopped at the entrance of the town, his eyes tightly pressing against the woods ahead.

The woods are full of tall cypress trees, towering ancient trees, and a asphalt road leads to the depths. Under the night, it is silent and silent, and it is also particularly strange.

Mr. Gong squatted down and took out an exquisite bronze mirror from his backpack.

This bronze mirror is extremely shiny. The bronze land emits an extremely ancient and vast aura. On the back of the bronze mirror, there are dense pony grass texts, which is a rare bronze mirror of the Han Dynasty.

Mr. Gong put the bronze mirror squared at his fingertips and used his true energy slightly. The bronze mirror made a low buzzing sound.

Then, Mr. Gong used magic tricks to find three silver needles as thick as a hair from the back of his head, and slowly placed the silver needle on the bronze mirror.

Soon, an oddity appeared: the three silver needles were held up by an invisible force and hanged on the bronze mirror. The bronze mirror quickly began to rotate clockwise, and the three silver needles kept shaking. In just over a dozen seconds, two of the silver needles fell gently on the clear surface, and the direction of the fall was exactly the direction of ancient Berlin ahead.

This method was known to Xiao Yao and Zhang Weizi, a rookie who had never seen it before.

This is Qiyun Mountain's bronze mirror hanging needle technique, which is an almost lost reconnaissance method of Taoism. Within ten miles, you can find out the breath of those who practice Taoism, which is wonderful.

"It's true that we arrived before us." Mr. Gong smiled, took over the things, and pointed to Gu Berlin in front of him and said, "There are two groups of people in the forest, one east and one west branch, just grabbing the intersection, please get into the trap."

Zhang Jianzi said, "It must be Luo Daquan's group of people."

Mr. Gong nodded.

"Grandpa, what should I do?" Xiao Yao said.

Before entering Bayi Town, someone was ambushing here. The little demon was not afraid of fighting, but if the fight started and attracted the attention of the garrison, it would be difficult to deal with.

"This method is something that those Japanese can do, and it was the same back then." Mr. Gong looked at Zhang Jianzi with no concern and said, "Blind, let's act according to our agreement."

"Despicable!" Luo Daquan was so angry that his eyes were full of tears when he saw this.

The God-Wild Sha is a famous Taoist magic weapon. No matter it is Luo Daquan or Ayujiang, it is impossible to rush hard. But if you don’t break through this smoke wall that has completely divided ancient Berlin into two halves, you will not be able to deal with blind man Zhang, and naturally you will not be able to stop Mr. Gong.

"What to do!?" The most urgent thing is Taro Uchiizumi.

If Mr. Gong is allowed to enter warehouse No. 1, then his uncle...
Chapter completed!