Chapter 562: Is he Mo Jue's boss?

Xia Siyu handed the computer to Li Qiao's hands, and a few people leaned in

instantly.

Song Liao watched her fingers quickly operate on the keyboard, pursing her

lips in surprise and nodding, "Zub Zhai is awesome."

Shen Qingye glared at Song Laoliu in a word, "Are you the INTERPOL that

flattered you?"

Song Liao looked at him very seriously, "You take a picture and I will see."

Shen Qingye stopped talking.

In less than three minutes, Li Qiao counterattacked the opponent's

surveillance and locking system, and as the split-screen picture was

redisplayed on the computer, everyone finally saw the indistinguishable figure

wandering in the exhibition hall.

But only ten seconds later, the other party seemed to have noticed something.

He lowered his head against the wall, pressed the small instrument in his

hand, and the monitoring soon went dark.

"Hi... he is Mo Jue!"

Song Laoliu was still staring at the computer with a black screen, and Fang

Zheng's national character face was full of excitement.

After looking for so long, I finally saw the real person.

but……

Xia Siyu lay on the back of the back seat, looked at the black screen of the

computer, and touched Li Qiao's head, "What's the matter?"

Li Qiao continued to tap the keyboard, her lips deepened with a smile, "He

added a Trojan horse, and the computer in the monitoring room was poisoned."

Shen Qingye clutched his chest and leaned forward, "So high-end?"

At this time, Song Laoliu's expression became more and more weird. This was

the first time he saw Mo Jue commit a crime with his own eyes.

But why is this technique so familiar?

Monitor lock, implant firewall, counterattack Trojan...

On the other side, the figure still wandering in the exhibition hall stood

against the wall for a while, looked at the surveillance camera with sullen

eyes, raised an eyebrow, and was full of pride.

He waited for a while, thinking that he was foolproof, then took out his phone

and took a random shot of the framed famous paintings in the display cabinet.

Finally, he raised the receiver and asked, "Boss, do you like it?"

"..."

Mo Jue's voice was very peculiar, with the gentleness of a woman and the

heartiness of a man.

Not knowing what the person on the other end of the phone said, he pouted and

lowered his head, "Oh, I don't like it."

"..."

"Okay, I'll find something else for the boss."

"..."

"Oh, don't worry, when did I miss it!"

After hanging up the phone, he walked around the exhibition hall again. Before

leaving, he pinched his waist with one hand, looked back and curled his lips,

"The boss is right, what a shit."

As long as it is something that the boss doesn't like, it is a shit.

This person, Mo Jue.

After he left the exhibition hall in a breeze with two sleeves, about five

minutes later, the surveillance virus was automatically destroyed and the

picture returned to normal.

The Nanyang police station personnel hiding at the major entrances and exits

have never seen anyone enter, let alone anyone coming out, not even a fly.

...

At two o'clock in the evening, Yashuyuan Apartment.

Here are all high-end apartment designs with one staircase and one apartment,

with strict security measures and excellent privacy.

Like the previous routine, when a figure appeared with a smell of dust, the

monitoring screen had already been changed by him in advance.

In the apartment room on the 37th floor, a central air-conditioning grille was

unscrewed, and then the figure jumped down.

The room was dark and the curtains were tightly drawn. This is Li Qiao's

collection apartment.

Mo Jue didn't turn on the lights, and started to shuttle back and forth around

the rows of collection showcases with the night vision goggles.

In a blink of an eye, he saw a classically framed famous painting on a square

table.

He reached out and touched it, took out his phone and looked at the comparison

chart, and then took out a black bag from his small backpack. After putting

the picture frame in, he pulled on the straps on both sides, as the air was

squeezed out, the black bag Gradually fits together, and it looks like a

drawing board that can be carried around with your back.

After a while, Mo Jue didn't look at the other collections, and jumped up from

the ground with the painting on his back. He grabbed the air conditioner port

and pressed his waist and abdomen, and quickly got in again.

After covering the grille, he quickly climbed along the central air-

conditioning duct and arrived at the facility duct room in just seven or eight

minutes.

After a while, Mo Jue crawled out of the pipe mouth, and his body was also

covered with dust.

With the tip of his nose closed, he returned to the ground and reinstalled the

aluminum alloy grille at the end, pulled the previously prepared cleaning

cart, took off the backpack and picture frame behind him, and put it inside.

Then he put on a gray-white wig, glued a mustache, put on a cleaning suit and

pushed the cart out of the duct room.

Everything went smoothly, almost without any challenges.

Mo Jue walked with a cart and muttered, "There are so many collections, but

there is no infrared control, and there is no alarm. It is too careless."

When the words fell, someone suddenly said, "Please enter the urn."

Mo Jue scratched his wig, "Oh, that's it."

Ok?

He stood alert in an instant, and when he turned his head, he saw a slender

figure leaning against the wall, with one leg bent on the wall, looking at him

with a smile.

Mo felt that the secret path was not good, and as he was pushing the car, four

figures slowly appeared in the corridor ahead.

"Mo Jue, fortunate to meet you." Song Liao strode towards him.

Mo Jue squinted his eyes, stretched out his hand to fish out the contents of

the cleaning cart, and kicked the cleaning cart out, "I don't want to be lucky

with you."

He ran forward very quickly, but his two fists were hard to beat with four

hands, not to mention that all the five frontiers were here to wait and see.

...

Ten minutes later, in the Yashuyuan apartment building, Mo Jue was holding the

famous painting that he had just won with both hands, his wig drooped to the

side, his fake beard fell to the corner of his mouth, and he stood there with

tears in his eyes and said nothing.

In the room, Xia Siyu stepped forward and took off the beard and wig from Mo

Jue's face.

Under the dazzling light, this was the first time they saw Mo Jue's appearance

clearly.

His short hair is messy, his face is delicate, and he looks like he is about

twenty years old. At first sight, he is a handsome young man.

And the most glamorous thing about his whole face is the eyes, the black

apricot eyes, which are very flexible and clear in circulation.

While Xia Siyu and others were still feeling that others looked like dogs,

only Li Qiao silently looked at him.

From the eyebrows to the figure, a few seconds later, she was surprised by the

playfulness.

A handsome young man? !

At this time, Song Liao settled down and finally accepted the fact that he was

Mo Jue, and said in a low voice, "Mo Jue, where is my wallet?"

Mo Jue blinked, pretending to be stupid, "I don't understand what you are

talking about."

Song Laoliu approached, his face serious, his eyes sharp, "Don't pretend to be

garlic, you know what you have stolen."

Mo Jue backed away and hugged the famous painting in his arms, "What did I

steal?"

"Seven orphan paintings in the Muda Palace, thirty-two collections in the

British Imperial Museum, and eleven portraits in the United Museum..."

Mo Jue stepped back until he hit the display stand behind him. He staggered

and interrupted him with his neck, "Is there any evidence? Where are the

paintings?"

Song Laoliu stood still, pursing his lips without saying a word.

Where is the painting? It's ** sealed up by major museums.

It was indeed not in Mo Jue's hands.

Day.

At that time, Li Qiao looked at Mo Jue for a moment. After a while, she took

out her mobile phone and made a call without anyone else.

"In Nanyang?"

"..."

Li Qiao sneered and ordered, "Come to Yashuyuan Apartment, 37th floor."

After hanging up the phone, Su Moshi turned his head to look at her, "Who?"

Li Qiao's expression was very weak, playing with the mobile phone in her hand,

she said vaguely, "I'll know it in a moment."

Next, no matter what everyone asked, Mo Jue didn't say anything anymore. He

made it clear that he would not cooperate, thinking about how to escape.

Having been a gentleman of Liang Shang for so long, it was the first time he

was arrested.

What to do, will the boss not want her?

"Lao Liu, call the police station and ask them to withdraw." Li Qiao stood by

the window sill and suddenly said a word.

Song Liao didn't think much, and after answering, he walked to the corner of

the room and told the joint operation officer of the police station about the

arrest of Mo Jue.

The other party seemed to have doubts, and Song Laoliu patiently explained,

"He didn't take the paintings in the exhibition hall. Even if he caught them

on the spot, there is insufficient evidence. We are here in Yashu Garden and

got the money. Thank you for your cooperation tomorrow. I will personally go

to the police station to thank you."

...

Twenty minutes later, there was a rapid knock on the door.

Song Liao, who was closest to the door, glanced at Li Qiao, and when he saw

her nodded, he stepped forward and opened the door.

A gust of breeze blew, and the opponent still carried a little water vapor on

his body, and his hair was soft and drooping on his forehead.

But this does not prevent Song Liao from recognizing him, "Mr. Li, why are you

here?"

Second brother Li Yan: "..."

He screamed, just about to say apologize for taking the wrong door, Song Liao

suddenly heard a howl behind him, "Boss, help--"

Everyone present: "???"

Li Qiao lowered her eyes, and the corners of her mouth raised a clear arc.

The most daunting is Song Liao.

When Li Yan wore a pink suit and walked in, Mo Jue seemed to see the savior.

He rushed to him with the things in his arms, and stuffed the painting into

his arms like offering treasures, "Boss, mention Fragrant painting."

Draw Nima!

Li Yan looked at Li Qiao with an extremely guilty conscience, pushed Mo Jue

away, and his Adam's apple slid back and forth, "Qiao, Qiao Qiao, listen to

the second brother's explanation."

Song Liao moved stiffly to close the door, feeling that his Three Views were

crushed.

Why did Li Yan become Mo Jue's boss?

He was finally shocked at this moment, why Mo felt so familiar with the modus

operandi of operating surveillance tonight.

This is because when Interpol was tasked, it also took such a cover-up

approach.

And... it was taught to him by Li Yan a long time ago.

Dare to love him is to pass Mo Jue's crime pattern to Interpol.

Right now, Li Qiao was leaning on the window sill, and his eyes went back and

forth between Song Liao and Li Er two times, "Do you know?"

Song Liao nodded mechanically, "I used to track down Mo Jue's whereabouts. I

ran into Mr. Li in major museums and painting exhibitions abroad. He was born

and matured once and again. Cub, he is...your brother?"

Li Qiao curled the corners of her lips, her tone was cold, "Well, brother."

Li Yan wanted to kneel, rubbed the soft hair on his forehead, and moved it to

her, "Baby, the second brother is wrong."

"What's wrong?" Li Qiao squinted at him, her tone stretched very long.

Li Yan licked the corner of his mouth and pointed at Mo Jue, "I shouldn't have

picked him up."

7000, added a more. Set the bowl

(End of this chapter)