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Chapter 680: The Empty Collection
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"As expected, Van Gaal put him here!"
Looking at the oil paintings leaning in the corner, including works by masters such as Van Gogh, Rembrandt, Monet, and Manet, Liu Dong thought to himself.☆→
Originally they were supposed to be displayed by Van Gaal in his living room to give him a face, but because he was going to hold an auction, these priceless oil paintings were temporarily stored in his collection.
"If we can really keep these collections in our hands, then the future collection of the Old Summer Palace Museum will truly take shape!" Liu Dong thought to himself.
The Van Gaal family has accumulated more than 50,000 collections over more than 300 years, and more than 30% of them are fine works of art from all over the world. Excluding bronzes, Liu Dong has continuously collected treasures from the Japanese army in the past year, and Myanmar is temperature-resistant.
The treasures and other treasures taken together are less than a quarter of the Van Gaal family collection.
But even so, Liu Dong still has his own bottom line as a human being. Although he likes these precious and abundant works of art, he cannot commit murder and seize wealth without any enmity against Van Gaal.
"Hey, you gave in so quickly!"
Noticing that Fan Gaal had begun to actively cooperate in opening the password door of the collection, Liu Dong accelerated the collection of antiques. If these items are still in Van Gaal's hands, then he may still acquire them in the future, but if they fall into the hands of the Red Army
, whether he still has a chance to get it is another matter.
Just when Liu Dong put away the last piece of art and hid underground, the third password door slowly opened in front of Van Gaal, Tanaka Kenji, the scar-faced leader, and five or six Red Army members.
However, no one would have thought that after all the hard work, they would be greeted with nothing!
Looking at the empty collection warehouse, everyone's faces showed disbelief.
After reacting, Van Gaal ran towards the collection warehouse like crazy. His strength was so great that he was not even stopped by the two Red Army soldiers behind him.
"Where is my collection? This is the collection of the Van Gaal family for more than 300 years!" Van Gaal, who kept mumbling, walked through the huge collection, but the collection that made him proud in the past seemed to have never existed!
"What's going on? Tanaka, didn't you already find that thing in advance?" The leader of the scarred-faced Red Army turned his head and said with a livid face.
If it weren't for the rows of display racks here, he would never have believed that this was the collection of the Van Gaal family!
"I...I don't know, but when I came here three days ago, the things were still here, and there were all kinds of artworks here. There can't be anything wrong!" Tanaka Kenji was also stunned.
Looking at Tanaka Kenji's expression, it didn't look like he was lying. The scarred leader of the Red Army frowned and waved his hand.
"Go get him!"
Soon, two strong Red Army members dragged back Van Gaal, who had almost no resistance.
"Mr. Lord, we don't want your collection, we just want a painting, a small oil painting that you bought at a small auction in The Hague a year ago. The content of the oil painting is an eagle. I miss you."
There should be an impression...!"
No matter what the leader of the Red Army said, Van Gaal always looked sluggish and muttered an unknown language to himself, as if he had lost consciousness of everything in the outside world.
"Is he really crazy?" Kenji Tanaka said in surprise after looking at Van Gaal for a while.
"Whether he is really crazy or fake, we must find that painting, otherwise you and I will not be able to explain it to the organization!" the leader of the Red Army said seriously.
"But what should we do now? I'm afraid he can't ask any questions like this?" Tanaka Kenji said.
Nodding and thinking for a moment, the leader of the Red Army quickly ordered: "Immediately let people search the entire manor. Under our surveillance in the past three days, we have not seen large vehicles entering or exiting here, so those artworks are still with us."
The thing you are looking for must be hidden somewhere in the manor, even if you have to dig three feet into the ground, you have to find it for me!"
"Yes, Captain!" the surrounding Red Army members responded loudly.
"Then what should he do?" Tanaka Kenji asked.
"Take him with you. If we can't find what we want, he is our only clue. Let's go!"
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After the group left, Liu Dong quietly emerged from the empty collection warehouse again.
"I didn't expect that this guy Van Gaal is quite quick-witted!"
Through the relic Yuanguang, Liu Dong saw all the changes in Van Gaal's expression from beginning to end. Although the loss of the artwork shocked Van Gaal, he would never go crazy.
But now it seems that Van Gaal's strategy of pretending to be crazy has passed the test for the time being. What happens next depends on his own performance.
"It's just the painting they are looking for, could it be this one?" As he spoke, a perfectly framed 50*60 canvas oil painting suddenly appeared in Liu Dong's hand.
As the leader of the Red Army said before, the content of the oil painting is a soaring black-feathered eagle. From a purely artistic point of view, the quality of this painting is indeed good. It combines the eagle's arrogance and strong body, and even
Every feather is clearly explained. Although it cannot be called the top masterpiece, it is still of high quality. If it is auctioned, it should not be a problem for 200,000 to 300,000 euros.
But it is precisely because of this that Liu Dong just glanced at this painting before and didn't pay much attention to it. But now more than thirty Red Army troops mobilized because of this painting. No matter how stupid you are, you can understand this painting.
There is definitely a huge secret hidden in the painting.
Soon, with the help of the relic Yuanguang, Liu Dong also discovered the anomaly in the picture after watching it several times!
There are eight Arabic numerals hidden in the eagle's eyes, the feathers on its wings, as well as its claws and beak. They are micro-carved.
"1842089, what do these numbers mean?" Facing eight numbers with no order at all, Liu Dong was also confused.
However, he checked the oil painting eight times and found no clues other than these numbers.
After finding nothing more, Liu Dong returned the oil painting to the mustard space, constantly combining these numbers in his mind, imagining various possibilities.
However, before Liu Dong had any results, obvious changes appeared again within the envelope of the relic Yuanguang.
"Holy crap, where did these guys come from again?"
At this moment, another group of armed men with the same black turbans and guns appeared outside the Van Gaal Manor. However, these people were obviously white, with a small number of blacks. It was obvious that they were not the same group as the Red Army, and their number was nearly the same.
Hundreds, much more than the Red Army.
Obviously, the goal of these people was also Van Gaal's manor, but the other party did not expect that someone would get there first, and the Red Army did not expect that someone would have the same goal as them. So when the two sides saw each other, they were shocked at the same time. Almost at the same time.
They chose to shoot in no particular order.
Both sides were well-trained armed personnel, but the Red Army's numbers were much different than the other's. So five minutes after the war started, they gradually became unstoppable.
"Has the entire manor been searched?" the scar-faced leader of the Red Army asked seriously.
"We've searched everything, but we haven't found what we want!"
The report from his subordinates made the scarred-faced Red Army leader's expression darken instantly.
"Inform them and we retreat!"
"Yes, Captain!"
"Then what should he do?" Tanaka Kenji pointed at Van Gaal who was held down by two Red Army members.
When his fate was decided at this moment, Van Gaal became nervous in his heart.
But the words of the scar-faced leader of the Red Army made his heart immediately sink to the bottom!
"Since we can't get it, then no one in this world can get it." After hesitating for a while, the leader of the scarred Red Army said harshly.
After saying that, the scar-faced Red Army leader turned around and left to organize a retreat, leaving only Tanaka Kenji with a gun in his hand.
"Mr. Lord, you heard it, but there's nothing I can do about it!"
"Don't kill me. I can give you a lot of money, and I can also give you what you want. Please don't kill me!" Van Gaal quickly begged for mercy, not caring about continuing to act crazy.
"Haha, it's too late! Bang...!" After several consecutive gunshots, Van Gaal fell into a pool of blood. His body twitched a few times and then became silent again.
After finishing Van Gaal, Tanaka Kenji put away his gun, took out his walkie-talkie and said: "Ichiro, stop playing around, we are leaving soon, hurry up and gather in the lobby on the first floor!"
However, Tanaka Ichiro's voice did not appear on the intercom, and only slight noise appeared occasionally.
"Ichiro, Tanaka Ichiro!" After shouting several times, Tanaka Kenji's face turned ugly. He was not stupid. If he couldn't contact the other party, something must have gone wrong.
"Stop shouting, Tanaka Ichiro has already gone to drink tea with Lord Yama!"
"It's you!"
Looking at the young man who was playing with a knife in his hand and leaning against the wall with a lazy smile on his face, Tanaka Kenji said with an ugly expression.
"Of course, what I have always believed in is that I will not offend others unless they offend me. Since Mr. Tanaka wants to cause trouble for me, he can only do it by force!" Liu Dong said calmly.
"The Tanaka family and the Red Army will not let you go!" Tanaka Kenji said with a serious expression.
"Haha, is that right? If you die here today, who will know that I killed you? As for the Red Army, it's too late to deal with those guys outside, and they don't have time to care about your life or death!" Liu Dong said.
Hearing this, Tanaka Kenji's expression changed, and he was about to pick up the pistol the next moment. But he was faster, and Liu Dong was faster. Before he could take aim, a carved knife was already inserted into his wrist.
"ah!"
The severe pain made Tanaka Kenji unable to hold the gun in his hand anymore, and it fell to the ground with a clatter. However, seeing that there was no weapon left, Tanaka Kenji turned around and ran away regardless of the pain.
However, no matter how fast he ran, he was still not as fast as the flying knife in Liu Dong's hand. When the second flying knife was inserted into his thigh, Tanaka Kenji stumbled and fell to the ground. At this time, he was really despairing! (To be continued) Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!