Chapter 286 285. Where Does the Saber Go (2)

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" the young man asked anxiously.

The bearded man picked up the TV and shook it, and shouted anxiously, "Where's the saber? Where's the saber I put in myself? Where did the saber go?"

Several people were stunned, and said, "Where did you put it? Didn't you put it yourself?"

For the sake of secrecy, this precious saber is operated by Big Beard himself, and no one else knows where it is hidden.

This saber is a tool used by Gaddafi, who has just been overthrown from the regime, to decorate office copywriting. The base of the saber is made of rare black agate, and the scabbard and handle are made of ivory, inlaid with diamonds, red sapphires, emeralds and Opal and other precious stones.

Some of the bearded man and others had been Gaddafi's guards, and took advantage of the confusion to steal the knife.

However, in the United States, such cultural relics that have not been registered and entered the country privately are contraband, and cannot be sold or auctioned openly.

So, these people came up with an idea, they used the shell of the warehouse auction to display the military knife, and then sent it to Christie's, Sotheby's and other super auction houses to exchange for money.

Of course, according to the laws of the United States, it is not so simple to clean up a cultural relic, otherwise the warehouse auction would have been taken over by money launderers and smugglers.

However, displaying the saber through the warehouse auction is the initial step of cleaning the cultural relics, and there are other steps after that, which require the help of other institutions, which is very troublesome.

But they needn't bother, for the saber was missing.

Hearing the bearded man's words, the young man asked in surprise, "Uncle, you, you, you hid the saber in the TV?"

The bearded man shouted: "Of course, I've already thought up a story, let's say that the damn saber was stolen and sneaked into the United States after being hidden on the TV..."

"However, since the saber was smuggled in, how could it be forgotten in the warehouse?" the young man asked.

The bearded man stretched out his hand and gave him a slap, shouting: "Is this an issue that needs our attention now? Where is the saber?!"

"Isn't it on another TV?"

The bearded man roared frantically: "There's only one TV, it should appear here, but damn it doesn't appear!"

The young Zamal subconsciously said: "God is above, it must be the damned Chinese who took it away!"

Azamu said doubtfully, "Impossible. We stayed here after the auction. He never came back. And no one is allowed to enter the warehouse during the auction."

"That's when the auction just ended and we haven't returned yet, he took the saber." Zamal said firmly.

Azamu was even more puzzled, and then said: "But, how does he know that the saber is in the TV?"

"It's only a few minutes from the end of the auction to our arrival. It's impossible for him to search the warehouse during this period. This is not the habit of treasure hunters."

"Even if he had a sudden whim to clean up the warehouse ahead of time, could he just find this knife?"

"Yeah, even if he found the saber, why did he turn on the TV and turn it off?"

"Unless he knows the saber is in it, doesn't he, Farhad?" asked one of the leading men among the strong Middle Easterners, swishing.

Farhad said angrily, "What do you mean?"

The man said coldly: "You know what it means, the saber is lost, it's unbelievably lost, isn't it a bit weird?"

Farhad became even angrier and shouted, "You mean that I stole this knife with the infidels? Are you insulting me?"

The man sneered and said, "I don't mean anything. You don't need to explain to me. You can explain it to the chief. If the chief believes in you, then this matter will be fine."

Hearing the second part of his sentence, Farhad shuddered and shouted: "The saber must be in the hands of that Chinese, find him, find the saber!"

The man snorted and said, "Not necessarily, Farhad, let's go see the chief. In fact, we don't even know if you put the saber in the warehouse!"

"You doubt me? You doubt me?!"

"I suspect everyone, let's go, go see the chief!"

Fahad's lips trembled a few times, and he said, "Don't worry, my brother Wahab, I can't remember clearly, search again, maybe I put it somewhere else."

The strong man stared at him gloomyly and said: "God is above, don't play tricks, or I will make your life worse than death!"

"Of course, I won't play tricks," Farhad smiled honestly, and then he said to his nephew, "Go, drive out the people outside, and we will move everything out."

Everyone entered the warehouse and began to carry the sundries inside. While everyone was coming in, Farhad suddenly rushed out, pulled down the warehouse door, and quickly locked the lock on it.

The people inside roared:

"Farhad! What are you doing?"

"You villain who deserves to go to hell, you dead donkey, you really stole the saber!"

"You're dead, you bastard, I swear to God you're dead!"

Outside the warehouse, Azamu and Zamal looked dull and said, "Uncle, what are you doing? Are you crazy?"

Farhad said anxiously: "Start the car, hurry up, let's leave Kingman!"

"You really took the saber?" Zamal, a young man, beamed with joy.

Farhad said grumpily, "No, the devil knows who stole it."

"Then why do you do that?"

"Because I can't go to see the chief! The chief won't believe me, let's go, let's go first, first find out who took the saber, then find it, and then go back to see the chief! Come on!"

Farhad pushed the two of them hard, and they shuddered subconsciously at the thought of the sheik's suspicion and tyranny, and hurried to drive away.

As the instigators, Li Du and others had drifted away on Route 66 at this time.

The exquisite saber was in his bag, and he stretched out his hand to hold the handle. On a hot day, his hand was placed in the airtight bag, but there was no sweat in the palm, and it was very dry.

This knife is definitely a precious knife. In such a hot weather, the handle of the knife is cold, which shows how excellent its material is.

But Li Du who got the saber was not happy. He felt that what he got was a disaster. Even he knew that this saber was priceless, so its owner naturally knew better.

Obviously, the other party will not let it go when he loses the saber, maybe this thing will bring him disaster in the end!

But under the circumstances at that time, he couldn't make Li Du give up the knife.

He is not a saint, he is a mortal with seven emotions and six desires, this knife is too exquisite and valuable, he is willing to take risks for this knife!

Hans saw that he was in a trance, and asked, "What's the matter, you seem to be very dissatisfied with this auction?"

Li Du quickly found a reason, and sighed: "I don't think it's a wise choice for us to take the knife inside."

Hans curled his lips and said: "That's our legal gain, don't worry buddy, this is the United States, and it's the territory of the law. As long as we don't break the law, no one can do anything to us!"

Li Du shook his head and said, "It's not that simple."