After the announcement, Wang Dali hoped that Vienna would hand over the spear of the spear of destiny. The implication was that if he did not hand it, he would not blame himself for grabbing it in the future.

Such a domineering words, the whole world is in an uproar.

Vienna Museum.

"No, no, these **** guys, you can't do this!" The curator panted, staring at the Apple monitor on the desk, then looking down at the secretary, and shouted, "Honey, hurry up, God, I is coming"

After a long while, the curator was relieved.

"Director, how can we offend those angels? Maybe, the authorities will send someone to take the spear head and send it to the angel or Brother Dali!" The secretary got up and wiped the corner of his mouth with a face. Disdain.

"No, I will never allow it!"

The curator who had just disappeared immediately became angry, his eyes were red, and he roared: "Damn, the officials of the authorities, who understand the importance of cultural relics, they will only flatter themselves for profit."

The more the curator thought about it, the more he felt that the tip of the Longinus' gun could not be kept, and immediately stood up, not even pulling the zippers of his pants, and ran out of the office like crazy.

The curator thought to himself that the Gun of Longinus is the treasure of the museum. Even if he is dead, he cannot be taken by others. Even the angel civilization cannot do so.

The curator rushed out of the office and ran into the visiting area.

"Security guard, security guard, **** it, come with me!" The curator waved his hand, recruiting patrols and security guards, and rushed to the gallery exhibition hall.

There are male and female security guards. When they saw that the curator hadn't pulled the zipper, they all wanted to laugh but didn't dare.

When he arrived at the glass cabinet of the Guns of Longinus, the curator yelled: "Quickly, carry down our treasure of the town hall and put it in the underground safe. Someone wants to grab our treasure!"

The tourists who were visiting burst into laughter.

Some tourists turned on their mobile phones to take pictures, and some laughed: "We know, it is Brother Dali. He said that he will come to retrieve their things on behalf of the angels in the future. This spear head is exactly the thing of the angels!"

"Shit!"

The curator blushed and retorted: "Who said that the tip of the spear is an angel? It is a precious heritage that belongs to all mankind. It will never belong to an angel, forever!"

"This kind of treasure does not belong to human beings. It is questionable. It is infested with the blood of Jesus, which is the blood of the Holy Spirit. Only God knows whether it belongs to mortals, or it is more appropriate for it to belong to angels!"

A tourist shrugged and looked indifferent.

"Traitor, human traitor!"

The curator was furious. He was really going to be mad. He just felt that in this world, all people didn't understand the preciousness of cultural relics. Is it possible that in such a big world, only one person loves cultural relics like life?

"Take it away, lift it away, right now!"

The security guards acted immediately, lifted the showcase and moved it to the underground treasure house.

The audience sighed and could only watch the gun head being removed and hidden, but people saw Wang Dali's deterrent power.

With a single word from Dali, Vienna, which is thousands of miles away, was affected. This is no longer the effect of a butterfly flapping its wings.

Wang Dali's influence is really too great.

The curator came to the underground treasure house. Inside the treasure house, there was a special quality safe.

After the gun head was properly installed in the small safe, he was still worried. He found a high-temperature cutting gun and melted the switch and keyhole of the safe.

The security guards were dumbfounded.

"Director, can the safe be opened by doing this?" A female security guard was surprised.

"Idiot, Idiot, I just want it not to be opened. Do you think I can stop the officials who are only flattering? If I guess correctly, those people, I want to take our baby and make angel farts. Fart!" the curator exclaimed angrily.

The security guards suddenly realized that it seemed to be such a reason. Where would the officials of the authorities cherish the small objects that cannot be eaten or drink? Might as well exchange it for political bargaining chips.

By the way, Wang Dali got the barrel of the Longinus Spear and was in a good mood.

After a while, the pilot ran over and said, "His Royal Highness, I have contacted the rescue team, and the helicopter will be here soon!"

"Very well, I can finally leave this **** place!"

"What about the plane?"

"What else can I do? Find a way to pull it back for me, or drive it back!" Fahsha said in a bad mood.

The pilot looked bitter.

Of course Fahsha ignored this little person and turned to favor Wang Dali: "Brother Dali, where are you going, I'll see you off?"

"Go to Jerusalem first, do you follow the way?" Wang Dali was curious.

"Sit on the way, of course, on my plane, you can fly anywhere over the Middle East!"

As he was talking, there were three larger helicopters flying over in the sky, and the planes slowly descended and stopped on the sand.

"Yes, yes, Fahsha, your energy is still great!" Wang Dali's ability to Fahsha has improved a bit.

"Small, no one here dared to show my face!" Fahsha grinned, and respectfully invited Wang Dali to board the helicopter.

Everyone got on the helicopter and soon started flying towards Israel.

"Brother Dali, what are you going to do in Jerusalem?"

"look by youself!"

Wang Dali stretched out his wrist, and the tiny map on it showed the nearest light spot, which seemed to be in Israel no matter what.

"Great, what is the next secret treasure, can you reveal it first?" His Royal Highness was excited.

"How do I know that I am not the roundworm in the belly of the angel, perhaps, other fragments of the spear of destiny?"

"Definitely not. The tip of the spear is still in Vienna. Originally, the tip of the spear was broken into three parts, but it was later connected with gold. That thing was not hailed as the most beautiful thing in the archaeological world.

"Don't worry, we have time. When we get to the ground, we are not afraid to find it!"

Wang Dali shrugged. In fact, he didn't know what Liangbing was looking for. It was really **** to say that it was a legacy of angel civilization!

Wang Dali would not be naive enough to believe such words.

However, Wang Dali was certain that what Liang Bing was looking for must be an extraordinary treasure, as evidenced by the barrel of the Longinus Spear in his hand!

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