39: I'm a thief! My house was robbed?
Before long, a black Rolls-Royce carrying three people slowly came to a stop outside the villa.
Not True got out of the car first, his hand resting on the gun in his pocket.
He circled the house once and found nothing unusual.
Only after confirming the surroundings were truly safe did he nod toward the car, signaling Bu Shan and Not Beautiful to get out.
Then, the three of them, carrying their natural aura of stealth, took the stolen goods from the car, opened the door, and entered the house.
Perhaps due to their professional standards as thieves, their vigilance had always been very high.
At this moment, several of them felt an inexplicable sense of unease.
However, after checking the house, the secret room's lock was intact, and there wasn't a single trace of anything being moved anywhere.
The three of them slowly began to calm down.
Perhaps that unease was just because of a power outage.
Not Beautiful turned around to head back out.
"Big Brother, Second Brother, I'm going out to check the circuits."
Bu Shan waved his hand.
"No rush, let's check the secret room first."
Bu Shan extended his long fingers and skillfully entered a long string of passwords.
*Beep.*
The first door immediately opened.
Not True and Not Beautiful glanced at each other, their eyes filled with admiration.
Their Big Brother's hands were the fastest in the legends of the underworld.
The reason he became a world-renowned International Master Thief was entirely because of these hands.
Having stolen so many things, these hands had never failed once.
To prevent outsiders from learning the passwords through certain methods...
When these security doors were first designed, they had the designer incorporate some clever ideas.
Therefore, the password to open this door was different every time, derived from a specific formula.
There were also no external door-opening devices, for fear they might fall into someone else's hands.
So, the passwords existed only in their minds.
If anyone else wanted to open it, there was no way other than using brute force.
And for a job of this scale, there was no telling how long it would take.
It would also cause quite a commotion, which would trigger their alarms.
At this moment, Bu Shan seemed to act without thinking, quickly opening level after level of security.
Even though he had seen it many times, Not Beautiful couldn't help but clap his hands.
"Big Brother is truly amazing."
Five minutes later, several of them walked into the underground secret room together.
They prepared to place an antique porcelain vase stolen today into a safe.
*Beep beep beep beep.*
Bu Shan walked to a safe near the door and entered the password.
*Click.*
The door of the safe opened.
With just one look inside, the three of them froze on the spot.
Little Fatty rubbed his eyes.
"Big Brother, is something wrong with my eyes? Why is it empty inside?"
Not True also had a look of disbelief.
He immediately pinched Little Fatty's fleshy arm, making Little Fatty scream in pain.
Not True realized something and looked up at Bu Shan.
"Big Brother, it doesn't seem like we're dreaming."
"The things inside are gone!"
Bu Shan was still staring at the empty safe.
His face had turned pale, and large beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible."
"How could anyone possibly open these locks?"
"And the locks haven't been damaged at all?"
Immense doubt and fear swept over him, making his entire body tremble.
Seeing their usually calm Big Brother like this, Not True also panicked.
"Big Brother, let's quickly check the other boxes."
Bu Shan's brain seemed to have lost the ability to think at this moment.
He stood up, went to the other boxes, and mechanically entered the passwords.
*Click.*
*Click.*
*Click.*
...As the other safes were opened, their faces grew even paler, and their eyes widened further.
After a long while, Little Fatty's mouth twisted, his eyes grew moist, and he cried out in grief.
"Dammit, were we really robbed?!"
"We're thieves, yet someone actually came to steal from us."
"Don't we have any dignity left?"
Not True's brow furrowed tightly, and he almost raised his hand to slap Little Fatty across the face.
"Everything is gone now, and you still care about dignity?"
"That was our entire fortune."
"Do you know how much those things were worth?"
"Dammit, curse them, who on earth stole it?"
Bu Shan finally snapped out of it.
"Go, let's go upstairs and look for clues."
The missing items were all stolen, so they naturally didn't dare to call the police; they could only investigate themselves.
However, after searching the house, they still found nothing.
"This is truly strange."
Not True suddenly remembered something, and terror appeared in his eyes.
"Big Brother, it couldn't be that the police have been here, right?"
"This scene is too clean; it's extremely eerie."
Bu Shan sneered.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible."
"Those Police Officers probably couldn't even open the lock on the front gate, so how could they possibly open these security doors and safes?"
Little Fatty slowly nodded.
"Big Brother is right, I've seen their methods; they're indeed a bit clumsy."
"Yeah, it probably wasn't the police."
Not True let out a sigh of relief.
"True."
"If it were the police, how could they just leave after taking the things?"
"They should be lying in wait here to catch us."
Just as Not True finished speaking, there was a loud "Bang!" as the front door was kicked open from the outside.
"Freeze, police!"
Two teams of Criminal Police Officers immediately rushed in from outside, heading straight for the three men to surround them.
The group was stunned again.
They had just finished analyzing that it wasn't the police, and then the police arrived?
What kind of analysis was that?
Little Fatty's eyes widened to the extreme; he felt that from the moment they entered the door, everything had been like a dream.
He looked at Not True blankly.
"Second Brother, we didn't eat wild mushrooms for dinner, did we?"
"I feel a bit numb."
Not True reached for his gun.
"Dammit, what time is it and you're still asking that?"
*Click...*
"Huh? Where are my bullets?"
Beside him, Bu Shan began to tremble again.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible..."
The police had already reached them.
*Clack!*
*Clack!*
*Clack!*
The three were immediately handcuffed... Two hours ago, Xu Feng had ordered everyone to retreat.
At the same time, he had people move everything out of the safes as well.
Perhaps out of caution, no personal information about the homeowner was found in the house.
However, technical personnel collected various fingerprints and hair to take back to the bureau for comparison.
Many stolen goods remained at the scene, and there were clear signs of recent habitation.
Furthermore, judging from the scene, there were no signs that the homeowner intended to leave for a long period.
It looked like they had just stepped out temporarily.
Since the comparison results wouldn't be out for a while anyway, Xu Feng decided to lead a team to lie in wait outside.
Once the people returned, they could be captured in one fell swoop.
It would save time and effort.
At that time, Lin Pei, Xu Feng, and Officer Chen were sitting in a van.
When they heard the report from the peripheral reconnaissance officers saying a car was heading in this direction,
Xu Feng looked at Lin Pei with appreciation.
"Lin Pei, well done."
"Thanks to your traceless lock-picking skills, they didn't suspect a thing."
"If someone else had opened it and accidentally triggered an alarm, they would have definitely noticed by now."
Lin Pei smiled.
"Captain Xu overpraises me; it was just a small effort."
Officer Chen sat in the back seat, his expression somewhat gloomy.
"Master, Lin Pei's lock-picking is so slick that he could even rob an International Master Thief's home, and you still don't suspect him?"
"I think he's even more formidable than those thieves in the house."
"Lin Pei, tell the truth, you're not the real owner of this house, are you?"