Chapter 562 Is He Mo Jue's Boss?

Chapter 562 Is he Mo Jue's boss?

Xia Siyu handed the computer to Li Qiao, and several people came together in an instant.

Song Liao watched her fingers operate rapidly on the keyboard, pursed her lips in surprise and nodded, "Zai Zai is awesome."

Shen Qingye stared at Song Laoliu inexplicably, "Did you join Interpol as a flatterer?"

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

Shen Qingye stopped talking.

In less than three minutes, Li Qiao counterattacked the other party's monitoring and locking system. As the split-screen image was redisplayed on the computer, everyone finally saw the indistinguishable figure walking in the exhibition hall.

But after only ten seconds, the other party seemed to have noticed something. He lowered his head against the wall, pressed the small device in his hand, and the monitoring soon went dark.

"Hiss...he is Mo Jue!"

Song Laoliu was still staring at the computer with a black screen, Fangzheng's Chinese character face was full of excitement.

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

but……

Xia Siyu lay on the back of the back seat, looked at the computer with a black screen, and touched Li Qiao's head, "What's going on?"

Li Qiao continued typing on the keyboard, the smile on her lips deepened, "He added a Trojan horse, and the computer in the monitoring room was poisoned."

Shen Qingye clutched his chest and came over, "So high-end?"

At this time, Song Laoliu's expression became more and more strange. This was the first time he watched Mo Jue commit a crime with his own eyes.

But why is this technique so familiar?

Monitoring and locking, implanting firewalls, counterattacking Trojan horses...

On the other side, the figure still wandering in the exhibition hall stood against the wall for a while, staring at the surveillance camera with dark eyes, raised his eyebrows, and his face was full of complacency.

He waited for a while, thinking that everything was safe, then took out his mobile phone, and took random pictures of the framed paintings in the display cabinets. Finally, he raised the receiver and asked, "Boss, boss, do you like any of them?"

"..."

Mo Jue's voice is very strange, it has 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 even like it."

"..."

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

"..."

"Oh, don't worry about it, 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 piece of crap."

As long as it's something the boss doesn't like, it's trash.

This person, don't feel it.

After he left the exhibition hall with a clean sleeve, about five minutes later, the monitoring virus was automatically destroyed, and the screen returned to normal.

As for the Nanyang Police Station personnel who were hiding at the various entrances and exits, they never saw anyone go in, let alone anyone come out, not even a fly.

...

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, Yashuyuan Apartment.

Here are all high-end apartment designs with one elevator and one household, with strict security measures and excellent privacy.

Just like the previous routine, when a certain figure appeared with a smell of dust, he had already changed the monitoring screen in advance.

In the apartment room on the thirty-seventh floor, a central air-conditioning grill was unscrewed, and then a figure jumped down.

The room was dark and the curtains were drawn tightly. 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 his night vision goggles.

In a blink of an eye, he saw a famous painting in a classical frame on a square table.

He reached out to touch it, took out his mobile phone to look at the comparison chart, and then took out a black bag from the small backpack. After putting the picture frame in, he pulled the straps on both sides, and as the air was squeezed out, the black bag Gradually fit together, it looks like a portable drawing board behind your back.

After a while, Mo Jue didn't even look at the other collections. He jumped up from the ground with the painting on his back, grabbed the air conditioner and squeezed his waist and abdomen, and quickly got in again.

After covering the grille, he quickly crawled 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 from the mouth of the pipe, and his body was also covered with dust.

With the tip of his nose flapped, he returned to the ground and reinstalled the aluminum alloy grille at the end, pulled the cleaning cart that was prepared earlier, took off the backpack and picture frame behind him, and put them inside.

Then he put on a gray and white wig, glued on a mustache, put on a cleaning suit, and pushed the cart out of the plumbing room.

All went well and there were hardly any challenges.

Mo Jue pushed the cart with one hand, and muttered as he walked, "There are so many collectibles, but there is no infrared control, and there is no alarm. It is too careless."

After the words fell, someone behind him suddenly said, "Please enter the urn."

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

Um?

He stood vigilantly for a moment, and when he turned around, he saw a slender figure leaning against the wall, stepping on the wall with one knee bent, looking at him with a half-smile.

Mojue secretly thought something was wrong, and just as he was about to run while pushing the cart, four figures slowly appeared in the corridor ahead.

"Mo Jue, it's a pleasure to meet you." Song Liao walked towards him with big strides.

Mo Jue narrowed his eyes, reached out to fish out the contents of the cleaning cart, and then kicked the cleaning cart out, "I don't want to meet you by chance."

He ran forward very quickly, but two fists were no match for four hands, not to mention that the five border princes were all waiting here.

...

Ten minutes later, in the Yashuyuan apartment building, Mo Jue was holding the famous painting he had just acquired with both hands, his wig was drooping to the side, and the fake beard fell to the corner of his mouth, standing there with teary eyes and not saying a word.

In the room, Xia Siyu stepped forward and took off the bearded wig on Mo Jue's face.

Under the bright light, this was the first time they saw Mo Jue's face clearly.

With messy short hair and a delicate face, he looks about twenty years old, and the first impression he saw was that he was a handsome young man.

And the most outstanding feature of his whole face is the pair of eyes, dark almond eyes, which are very agile and clear.

When Xia Siyu and the others were still lamenting how stupid they were, only Li Qiao looked at him silently.

From the eyebrows to the figure, after a few seconds, playfulness appeared in her eyes.

A handsome young man? !

At this time, Song Liao finally accepted the fact that he was Mo Jue after several precipitations, and said in a low voice, "Mo Jue, where is my wallet?"

Mo Jue blinked and pretended to be stupid, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Song Laoliu approached, with a serious face and sharp eyes, "Don't pretend, you know what you have stolen."

Mo Jue stepped back and hugged the famous painting in his arms, "What did I steal?"

"Seven orphan paintings from Muda Palace, 32 paintings from the collection of the British Emperor's Museum, and 11 portrait paintings from the United Museum..."

Mo Jue stepped back until he bumped into the display rack behind him. He staggered and cut him off, "Is there any evidence? Where are those paintings?"

Song Laoliu stood still, pursed his lips and said nothing.

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

It was indeed not in Mo Jue's hands.

It's day.

At that time, Li Qiao looked at Mo Jue without blinking, and after a while, she took out her mobile phone and made a call as if no one was there.

"In Nanyang?"

"..."

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

After hanging up the phone, Su Mo looked at her sideways, "Who?"

Li Qiao's expression was very calm, she played with the phone in her hand, and said vaguely, "I'll find out in a while."

Afterwards, no matter what other people asked, Mo Jue stopped talking, made it clear that he was not cooperating, and was only thinking about how to escape.

After being a gentleman on Liang for so long, this was the first time he was caught in the act.

What should I do, will the boss not want her?

"Lao Liu, call the police station and ask them to withdraw." Standing by the window sill, Li Qiao suddenly said something.

Song Liao didn't think much, and walked to the corner of the room after responding, and told the joint action police officers of the police station about the capture 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 was caught on the spot, there is not enough evidence. We got the stolen goods here in Yashu Garden. 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, saw her nodding, and stepped forward to open the door.

A gust of breeze blew by, and the other party still had a little moisture on his body, and his hair was limp and drooping on his forehead.

But this did not affect Song Liao's recognition of him, "Mr. Li, why are you here?"

Second brother Li Yan: "..."

He screamed, and just about to say sorry for going to the wrong door, a howl suddenly came from behind Song Liao, "Boss, help—"

Everyone present: "???"

Li Qiao lowered her eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a clear arc.

The most bewildered one is actually Song Liao.

When Li Yan walked in wearing a flamboyant pink suit, Mo Jue seemed to see the savior, and ran up to him with the things in his arms, and stuffed the painting into his arms like offering a treasure, "Boss, tell me Fragrant painting."

Draw Nima!

Li Yan looked at Li Qiao with a guilty conscience, pushed Mo Jue away, his Adam's apple slid back and forth, "Qiao, Qiaoqiao, listen to the second brother's explanation."

The bewildered Song Liao closed the door stiffly, feeling that his three views had been shattered.

Why did Li Yan become Mo Jue's boss.

He also finally realized at this moment why Mo Jue was so familiar with the modus operandi of operating surveillance tonight.

Because Interpol has also adopted such a deceptive method when it is out of mission.

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

He dared to pass on Mo Jue's crime routine to Interpol.

Right now, Li Qiao was leaning on the window sill, her eyes flicked back and forth between Song Liao and Li Er twice, "Do you know each other?"

Song Liao nodded mechanically, "I was looking for Mo Jue's whereabouts before, and I ran into Mr. Li in various museums and art exhibitions abroad. The first time he was familiar with the second time. Baby, he is... your second brother?"

Li Qiao twitched the corner of her mouth, and said in a chilly tone, "Well, second brother."

Li Yan wanted to kneel, rubbed the limp hair on his forehead, and moved it in front of her, "Honey, the second brother is wrong."

"What's wrong?" Li Qiao squinted at him, her tone drawn out.

Li Yan licked the corner of his mouth, pointed at Mo Jue, "I shouldn't have picked him up."

7000, added a change. Bowl