Collection of Gods

Chapter 403 Postwar Stress

The morning light is dim and the sun is rising.

Inside the Lincoln Stretch that had been parked on the street all night, Danny Grant leaned back on the seat and closed his eyes as if he was fast asleep.

"Dong dong dong..."

But at the moment when the knocking on the window sounded, Danny Grant opened his eyes suddenly, his expression clear and cheerful, without any sign of sleepiness at all.

"Let him in."

Danny Grant spoke softly, with a bit of hesitation in his words.

"Click..."

As Danny Grant finished speaking, the door lock located on the left side of the Lincoln extension suddenly made a crisp sound.

Soon, the car door was opened, and a sergeant from the Los Angeles Police Department got into the car and sat directly opposite Danny Grant.

"How did things go?"

Danny Grant raised his eyelids and glanced at the other party. Without any polite greetings, he went straight to the topic. It was obvious that the other party had an unusual relationship with the Victor Foundation.

"Supervisor Danny, half an hour ago, Keefe Kolok, the leader of the largest gang in W Block, was shot dead on the spot by our people." The Los Angeles Sheriff reported in a concise and concise manner: "In addition, I have all the surveillance video of the entire W Block. Having dealt with it personally, even if someone wants to investigate afterwards, they won’t find any problems.”

"Um……"

"I can rest assured that you can handle the matter."

After listening to the other party's report, Danny Grant nodded slightly. Then he turned to look out the window, looking at the collapsed ruins that had been burned to coke, and whispered: "Although the fire burned all night, everything inside All traces should have been erased by the fire, but out of caution, I think it would be safer for you to follow in person when doing trace inspection afterwards. If any adverse evidence is found, please notify me as soon as possible."

"Ok."

"Supervisor Danny, don't worry, I will be cautious."

The Los Angeles Sheriff nodded and answered seriously.

When Danny Grant heard this, he showed a satisfied smile. Then he turned around, took out a black suitcase from a short distance away, and handed it to the Los Angeles Sheriff: "There is 100 million US dollars in it, 豼Take it away and give a share to the brothers below, and arrange for everyone to eat, drink and have fun."

"Supervisor Danny, I want to thank you on behalf of my brothers."

The Los Angeles Sheriff did not refuse Danny Grant's kindness. After taking the black suitcase, he couldn't help but show a little gratitude.

"Go."

"Call me if you have any questions."

Danny Grant waved his hand and said nothing more.

The Los Angeles Sheriff responded, then picked up the black suitcase and left here quickly.

In the distance, after four fire trucks worked hard to suppress the fire, the fire that was originally soaring into the sky has basically been extinguished. The main thing is that it has almost burned, and nothing can be burned anymore.

At this moment, except for some scattered flames in a few places, other places have been burned to coke. Against the backdrop of the white fish belly on the horizon, it looks quite depressed and desolate.

The firefighters who had been busy all night stood in front of the ruins talking and laughing. If they knew that there were dozens of corpses buried under the ruins, it would be difficult for them to laugh again.

Danny Grant stared for a moment, then slowly withdrew his gaze, and ordered the driver in front of him: "Let's go, take me to the headquarters."

"Yes."

…    Early morning.

Beverly Hills.

Tang Yuan was sitting in the living room, with sandwiches and hot milk placed on the coffee table.

"Dear viewers, welcome to the morning news in Los Angeles. Today is April 2019, 4. The highest temperature during the day is 3 degrees and the lowest temperature at night..."

On the TV in front, the Los Angeles morning news is playing at this moment.

In fact, Tang Yuan's attention was not on the TV at all. The so-called Los Angeles morning news was purely background sound.

Last night, it was almost two o'clock in the morning when Tang Yuan came back from W Block. After properly placing the tripod-shaped bronze vessel, he took a serious shower and went to bed.

Without any surprise, Tang Yuan fell asleep.

He was obviously sleepy, but Tang Yuan just couldn't sleep. Whenever he closed his eyes, the bloody scene last night and the desperate wailing of those people before they died could not help but appear in his mind.

Tang Yuan had already been mentally prepared for this.

Post-war stress reaction is something that every soldier who has experienced blood and fire needs to go through. Although Tang Yuan did not go to the battlefield in person last night and shoot and kill people, these people all died because of Tang Yuan. , so it is very normal for Tang Yuan to have a stress reaction.

Insomnia and dreaminess are typical manifestations of stress response, so Tang Yuan didn't sleep much last night. He lay in bed and watched the sun rise with his own eyes.

Later, simply unable to sleep, Tang Yuan changed into sportswear and went for a morning run around the manor just after dawn.

After his morning run, Tang Yuan simply took a shower. Instead of going to the restaurant to have breakfast, he had breakfast brought to the living room.

Regarding the issue of the tripod-shaped bronze vessel, Tang Yuan had just thought about it carefully during his morning jog and felt that the tripod-shaped bronze vessel still had to be opened, because the key to completing his five-star mission might be hidden inside the tripod-shaped bronze vessel. thing.

But how to open this tripod-shaped bronze vessel is now a problem.

It will definitely not work if you open it violently.

After much deliberation, Tang Yuan finally settled on Dong Wenhui, who was far away in Yanjing.

If there is any place in the world that has the most extensive research, the strongest technology, and the most experts on ancient artworks, it is definitely the National Museum.

He wanted to open the tripod-shaped bronze ware. He was at a loss on his side, but that didn't mean Dong Wenhui was also at a loss on his side. As the director of the National Museum, he had strong troops under his command, including hundreds of senior experts and dozens of professional teams.

On the premise of protecting the tripod-shaped bronze vessel from being damaged, Tang Yuan felt that Dong Wenhui must have a way to solve this problem, so he only needed to contact Dong Wenhui and hire a man from Yanjing. With a team of experts, the problem at hand can be easily solved.

However, there is a sixteen-hour time difference between Los Angeles and Yanjing.

On the Los Angeles side, the sun was rising, the wind was clear and the sun was bright, but on the Yanjing side, it was the middle of the night in the dead of night. Dong Wenhui was so old, it would be too rude for Tang Yuan to call him late at night.

Urgent, indeed urgent.

But he could still afford to wait for these few hours.

Tang Yuan's thoughts were racing, and he was thinking about the mission while eating a sandwich.

At this moment, the content being played on the TV caught Tang Yuan's attention...

(End of this chapter)