Chapter 1558: Chapter 1558: Revealed
People from Mai Nation are very experienced in dealing with robbers—they cooperate honestly when they can’t resist.
"Really?" The man chuckled again, "Then why don’t you look up at me?"
The museum owner kept his head down and replied honestly, "I don’t dare look up. I want to stay alive."
"But I’ve heard you’re quite brave," the man’s voice leisurely spoke, followed by a gentle click of a lighter and then a faint smell of smoke, "You even dared to secretly offer a reward, you know? I particularly admire people like you who are courageous."
Upon hearing this, the museum owner’s heart sank. His worst fear had come true—the confrontation he dreaded—and it seemed that Murphy’s Law was being validated.
Remembering his conversation with his brother, he gathered some courage and explained, "I just mentioned it without actual action. You caused me nearly thirty million in losses; if I don’t show a bit of reaction, others will look down on me. Don’t you think so?"
"Ha ha," a crisp female voice chimed in, as she coldly laughed, "Did you ever ask me, the owner of the item, before placing my lost artifact in your warehouse?"
The museum owner involuntarily tilted his head at her words, but he couldn’t see anything, and subconsciously his heart sank even further, "Is it Miss Sophia? I am very sorry, regarding the ownership of the sacred object, the church seems to have different opinions."
At this moment, he was particularly grateful to his brother. His brother not only stopped the reward offer but also helped analyze the adversary’s behavior—it appeared ruthless, yet was actually reasonable.
Thus, he now tried reasoning with the other party.
"Pfft," Sophia snorted disdainfully, "The Jinwu Sunflower was snatched by me from Keane, if the church is so capable, they should tackle Keane instead of robbing a girl like me. It’s disgraceful."
The museum owner continued to keep his head down without speaking. It was enough that he expressed his viewpoint to show he wasn’t targeting anyone. As for arguing with the other party? He would never consider it—winning wouldn’t matter; surviving was most important.
Seeing him silent, Feng Jun spoke again, "I initially thought you were an innocent bystander, so I didn’t touch other items in your warehouse. It seems... you don’t think you should be grateful?"
"It’s my fault," the museum owner didn’t argue, nor did he mention losing six Huaxia artifacts.
Seeing the man so compliant and aware, Feng Jun felt there was no point in getting angry, so he simply chuckled, "Will you still announce the reward when you go back?"
"No," the museum owner shook his head, "I promise I won’t."
"You’re actually quite lucky not to have issued a reward," Sophia’s voice rose again, "Bai Rui Pharmaceuticals recently issued a reward. You could study it carefully to realize how fortunate you are."
"Why tell him that?" Feng Jun scoffed, tossing a mobile phone, "You can contact your family now... I suppose you wouldn’t want me to come again, right?"
Without seeing anyone, the museum owner saw a mobile phone suddenly appear and drop into the snow in front of him.
He looked around cautiously and tentatively asked, "So can I make the call?"
There was no response, just a small whirlwind in the distance, lifting some snowflakes.
As he called for the bodyguards, he glanced around, feeling increasingly chilled—there wasn’t even a footprint on the vast snowy ground.
If he hadn’t experienced it himself, it would be hard for him to believe he’d encounter such an incredible thing.
Soon, his two bodyguards arrived on a snowmobile, "My goodness, not even tire tracks, it’s truly terrifying."
"Shut your mouths," the boss spoke blandly, "I don’t want anyone mentioning today’s event."
A black bodyguard spread his hands, "Then what about the Federation’s investigators?"
"FBI is none of my business, I’m a taxpayer!" The museum owner glared at him fiercely, "If you flaunt your stupid humor again, I’ll fire you... even if it’s just one sentence!"
The black bodyguard shrugged, but he really dared not speak any further.
In fact, FBI soon noticed the anomaly, because near Sofia’s family, an incident happened as well.
Feng Jun and his companion returned to Sofia’s family’s vicinity after warning the museum owner, and it was snowing here too.
Upon arrival, caution was essential. Feng Jun roughly searched Sofia’s courtyard, finding nearly a hundred pinhole cameras and various listening devices.
In that secret little courtyard, the monitoring equipment was a bit less, but still had over fifty.
In the courtyard of Sofia’s grandfather, Old Jansen, were over a dozen concealed cameras and listening devices.
Listening to Feng Jun’s words made Sofia furious, "How can they do this?"
Feng Jun chuckled. What could he say? National interests override everything else—not his concern anyway.
Sofia looked at Feng Jun, "Boss, could you help me get rid of all these surveillance devices?"
"Removing them isn’t the problem, but if you can remove them, they can re-install them," Feng Jun replied indifferently, "Moreover, the key issue now is... are you sure you want to continue living here?"
Sofia’s thinking is quite broad, "Whether or not I live here, as long as I’m here for a day, I absolutely won’t accept this kind of voyeuristic surveillance... the outcome is a matter of ability, resisting is a matter of attitude."
Feng Jun chuckles and nods, "If you have that mindset, I can help you out. But I have a suggestion... deal with the people first, then the equipment."
Sofia can now perfectly understand his meaning, "Are there people nearby?"
"Of course," Feng Jun smiles helplessly. He’s too experienced with this kind of thing.
"How should we deal with them?" As evidence suggests, Sofia is becoming more reliant on him, expecting him to make the first decision on everything.
But Feng Jun knows Sofia’s ideas are on point, "You decide."
Sure enough, Sofia decisively says, "Just like dealing with those two clergymen."
Feng Jun easily locks onto the signal car’s position. The car is on a gentle slope three kilometers away, less than fifty meters from the highway—one step on the gas pedal and it would rush down.
Interestingly, the car is disguised in white, with two fake snow-covered cedar trees over two meters tall placed in front—remarkably realistic, covered in a layer of snow that makes it nearly indistinguishable to ordinary people.
Feng Jun determines the general direction through "nearby electromagnetic waves"—though Earth’s electromagnetic waves are incredibly chaotic, the concentration of surveillance devices here allows for some detection of patterns.
Then he releases his Divine Sense to perceive it, and basically confirms it.
There are three people in the car, and crucially... the engine is running, otherwise, with this weather, they’d really be freezing.
It just goes to show that no matter the job, it’s not easy.
Feng Jun sneaks up to the car and uses an old trick, using Divine Sense to knock out the three inside. To be safe, he uses considerable force.
The car doors are locked, but with Divine Sense, pressing a button through the car windows is no problem for Feng Jun.
After opening the car door, Feng Jun notices the car has good insulation; inside it’s surprisingly warm.
He pulls the three out, removes their tracking devices, and throws them into the woods a kilometer away.
This time, he got smart and left the mobile phones, tracking devices, and other equipment in place, then with a flick of his wrist, directly collected the signal car.
"Alright, done," he claps his hands, then flies with Sofia near her courtyard.
This time, he disguises himself as a young Caucasian, accompanying her through the swirling snowflakes toward the doorstep.
The bodyguard and maid hear the door, look over, and are startled, "Miss is back?"
"Don’t mind me," Sofia says coolly, then looks at Feng Jun, "Boss, thank you."
"You’re welcome," Feng Jun laughs, stretches his hand to his side bag, takes out a multipurpose knife, turns around, and first dismantles the night light on the door, picking out a coin-sized piece from inside, casually putting it in the bag.
Then he walks over to the vine by the fence, raises his hand and pulls down a fingertip-sized withered branch,
The bodyguard and maid are stunned, even without any explanation from the young man, they can guess what he’s doing.
To be fair, the FBI places these devices quite skillfully; anything from pine cones on trees to a patch of moss on the wall could be surveillance equipment.
But the surprising thing for the bodyguard and maid is, the young Caucasian’s dismantling speed surpasses even those who place the devices, taking about ten seconds to find and detach equipment—those attached to wires or inside machines take just a bit more effort.
Twenty minutes later, Feng Jun has dismantled nearly eighty devices, filling the bag almost to capacity.
He pulls out his mobile phone and swipes, "Seven left... hmm, two are a bit tricky, ten minutes at most!"
Just then, the maid’s phone rings. In this snowy, cold winter night, the ringtone sounds particularly uproarious.
The maid looks at the time, murmurs softly, "After nine, who... hello, Rose."
After a couple of "uh-huhs," her expression turns strange, covering the phone’s mouthpiece, glancing at Sofia, "Miss, it’s for you... FBI."
Sofia instinctively looks at Feng Jun, finds him focused on dismantling the air conditioner outdoor unit’s casing, steadies herself, and takes the phone, speaking solemnly, "This is Sofia, may I ask who you are?"
"Bullshit!" A low whisper comes from the other side, followed by a male voice speaking seriously, "Sofia, I know you’ve returned home now, I think it’s essential we have a proper talk."
"Sorry, I don’t know who you are," Sofia takes a deep breath, replies slowly, "You haven’t answered my question, haven’t you learned any basic courtesy?"
"Let’s not discuss that," the other party rudely interrupts her retort, "What I want to know most now is, where did you take my three idiot subordinates?"
(Third update, calling for November guaranteed monthly tickets.)