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Chapter 859: The American Magic Thieves
When Li Er returned to the hotel, Matilda also came back.

"Got it!" Matilda proudly shook the scroll in her hand.

"That's it?"

Li Er rolled his eyes speechlessly. This painting was worth at most a million dollars, but he had emptied out the money of Patton, the wealthy landowner.

"Hehe, this was snatched from the hands of these two gangs. It's like snatching food from the tiger's mouth!" Matilda didn't care about her master's contempt and smiled with a sense of accomplishment.

"whatever!"

Li Er shrugged his shoulders. His disciple was so hardworking and motivated that it was not good to discourage her enthusiasm.

"Will you put it together for me, or will you keep it for yourself?"

Although it was already dawn, Li Er still planned to take a shower and go to bed, just because he was suffering from jet lag.

"No, I'll keep it myself. This is all my private money." Matilda is very thrifty and she started saving for her dowry at a young age.

"Okay, I'll keep an eye out for more big fat sheep like this. It's not easy to go abroad, and I'm just sitting around doing nothing, so I should at least make the money I spent on the plane ticket worthwhile." Li Er feels that he is also very hardworking and motivated now.

"okay!"

Matilda naturally agreed readily, as she had long dreamed of teaming up with her master to form a group of thieves.

the other side.

The white man Patton returned to the estate angrily with empty hands.

The plan that was originally a sure thing suddenly showed up with an inexplicable person.

Not only did the other party steal the oil painting, but he also almost let Zhou Hai and Azan discover his identity.

"Check the identity of that bastard immediately. I want to know who is against me." Barton had just finished scolding his men when the mobile phone next to him rang.

"Hey! Mr. Barton, something happened. Our plan to steal the painting was leaked. Someone robbed us. The painting was stolen in the middle of the process. And there are two gangs involved."

The person who called was Azam.

This guy was obviously trying to spy on Patton. Since this operation failed, Patton is undoubtedly the most suspicious.

Patton's acting skills were on point, and he immediately exclaimed in surprise.

"I only entrusted this matter to you, so how did it get leaked? Did you tell anyone else before taking action?" Barton said as he walked and stretched out his hand to push open the solid wooden door of the study.

Azan and Zhou Hai looked at each other on the other end of the phone.

They also couldn't figure out Patton's true intentions.

The main reason is that this old guy Patton was introduced by their master, and they have been cooperating for many years without any problems.

But it couldn't be Hongdou who leaked the information.

"That's strange. Those guys are obviously ambushing us in a planned way." Zhou Hai, who was on the other end of the line, snatched the phone and said.

Barton was just about to say a few perfunctory words to divert Zhou Hai and Azan's attention.

Suddenly I saw that my study was in a mess.

The old butler was also lying dead on the floor.

Barton was startled and kicked the old butler, only to find that he was dead.

He hurried to the safe door of the secret room in the study.

"what--!"

Patton's screams almost pierced Zhou Hai's eardrums on the other end of the phone.

All the collections in the secret room were cleared out.

Unlike the mess in the study, this place is very, very clean.

All the collections that the Barton family had worked hard to collect over generations were taken away without a single piece left.

"Hallucination, this must be an illusion!"

Patton slapped himself on the mouth left and right, trying to wake himself up.

After a while, his cheeks were swollen like a pig's head, but the secret room was still empty.

"Ah! No!" The old man knelt on the ground, screamed, and then collapsed to the ground.

Only then did he notice there were words on the ceiling.

'The American Thieves were here.'

Was this done by the Americans?
Patton felt that his intelligence was insulted.

Because the words on the ceiling are written in Chinese.

And it's in fucking simplified Chinese.

If Patton hadn't been particularly interested in "studying" Chinese culture and Chinese antiques, he might not have been able to understand the words on the ceiling.

However, it is certain that this was a coordinated theft.

There are so many collections of all sizes in the secret room that it would be impossible to move them all without ten or eight people.

But so many people sneaked into his manor, and none of the idiots guarding the manor noticed it.

"The American Thieves?"

"What the hell is this? I've never heard of it before."

It was the second day when Zhou Hai and Azan returned to Barton Manor.

Both of them were seriously injured, especially Azan, who was not wearing a bulletproof vest and was shot several times. He had to dress decently before he could see people.

Unfortunately, these two people didn't know that most of their injuries were caused by the kind-looking white old man in front of them.

Anyway, Matilda just snatched Zhou Hai's oil painting and kicked Zhou Hai into the sea.

"Does anyone really dare to come to your place and steal things?"

Zhou Hai glanced at Barton suspiciously. This old guy seemed to have aged ten or twenty years overnight. Even plastic surgery wasn't this outrageous.

Azan found that Barton was also looking at them suspiciously.

"No, you don't think that we two stole your things, do you?" Azan glared at Patton speechlessly.

"I also suspect that the group of people who attacked us last night were your men? No one except you knew about our theft of the painting."

Azan accidentally told the truth.

Patton glanced at the half of Zhou Hai's ear that was blown off by the bullet.

He suspected that this was a trap, with Zhou Hai and Azhan luring away his men and then sending people to empty his secret room. The mastermind behind this was Boss Zhou, Zhou Hai and Azhan's adoptive father.

However, the two guys in front of me were so badly injured that it didn't seem like a self-torture tactic.

"Am I sick? If I attack you and really want to rob you, won't I wait for you to come to my house before I do it? How can you get away then?" Patton said gritting his teeth, not knowing whether he regretted not doing so.

"Uh——!" Azan lowered his head and stirred the coffee.

Zhou Hai quickly changed the subject.

"How much stuff was stolen from you? Why do you feel like you've become disabled all of a sudden?"

Patton took a deep breath.

"It was stolen a little bit."

"It's a small thing."

"By the way, take a look, do you recognize these words?" Patton quickly changed the subject and handed the photo of the words on the ceiling to Zhou Hai and Azan.

"Isn't this Chinese? And it says American again, and there are so many typos!" Zhou Hai looked at Patton as if he was kidding.

Azan rolled his eyes and said, "This is the simplified Chinese characters from mainland China, you illiterate person."

"So, this is intentional harassment? The other party is actually Chinese?"

"Have you ever seen such low-level visual disturbance? Now the whole world can speak Chinese." Azan said unhappily.

Uh--!
Azan overestimated Li Laoer.
He simply forgot to write in English.

"We don't recognize the handwriting. How about taking us to the scene to take a look?" Azan suggested.

Patton would naturally not agree, otherwise the theft would be exposed if it was just a little bit stolen.