Chapter 635

After the announcement, Wang Dali hoped Vienna would hand over the head of the gun of fate. The implication was that if he didn't hand it over, he wouldn't blame himself for robbing it in the future.

If you are so domineering, the whole world will be in an uproar.

Vienna Museum.

"No, no, no, these damn guys can't do that!" the curator panted, stared at the apple monitor on the desk, looked down at the Secretary and shouted, "baby, hurry up, God, I'm coming."

After a while, the curator felt comfortable.

"Curator, where can we afford to offend those angels? Maybe the authorities will send someone to take away the gun head and send it to brother Dali or angel!" the Secretary got up and wiped the corner of his mouth with disdain.

"No, I will never allow it!"

The curator who had just stopped was immediately angry, his eyes were red and roared: "Damn, those officials of the authorities, who understand the importance of cultural relics, they will only flatter for the sake of interests."

The more the curator thought about it, the more he felt that the gun head of langjinus's gun could not be held. He immediately stood up, couldn't even pull up the zipper of his pants, and ran out of the office crazy.

The curator thought that the gun of Longinus was the treasure of the museum. If you die, you can't let others take it. Even Angel civilization can't do that.

The curator rushed out of the office and into the visiting area.

"Security guard, security guard, damn it, come with me!" the curator waved and summoned all the patrol and guard guards to the exhibition hall of the Tibetan Museum.

Security guards have men and women. When they see that the curator's zipper is not pulled, they want to laugh but dare not.

When he came to the glass cabinet of the gun of rankinus, the hall grew up and shouted, "come on, carry down the treasure of our town hall and put it in the underground safe. Someone wants to rob our baby!"

The visiting tourists burst into laughter.

Some tourists turned on their mobile phones to shoot, while others laughed and said, "we know. It's brother Dali. He said that he would come to retrieve their things on behalf of angels in the future. This gun head is exactly what angels do!"

"Shit!"

The curator blushed and retorted: "who says the gun head is an angel? It belongs to the precious heritage of all mankind. It will never belong to an angel, forever!"

"It is debatable whether this treasure belongs to human beings. It is infected with the blood of Jesus. It is the blood of the Holy Spirit. Only God knows whether it belongs to mortals or angels!"

A tourist shrugged and looked indifferent.

"Traitor, traitor of mankind!"

The curator was so angry that he was going to be mad. He just felt that all people in this world did not understand the value of cultural relics. Is it true that in such a big world, only one loves cultural relics as much as his life?

"Carry it away, carry it away, now!"

The security guards acted immediately, lifted the display cabinet and moved it to the underground treasure house.

The audience sighed and could only watch the gun head be removed and hidden. However, people saw Wang Dali's deterrent power.

Brother Dali's only word affected Vienna thousands of miles away. This is not as simple as the influence of butterflies flapping their wings.

Wang Dali's influence is really too great.

The curator came to the underground treasure house, where there was a special characteristic safe.

After the gun head was properly put into the small safe, he was still worried. He found a high-temperature cutting gun and melted the switch and key hole of the safe.

The security guards were stunned.

"Curator, can the safe still be opened by doing this?" a female security guard was surprised.

"Fool, fool, just want it not to open. Do you think I can stop those government officials who only flatter? If I guess right, those people want to take our baby and add angel's ass!" the curator shouted angrily.

The security guards suddenly realized that it seems to be such a reason. How can those officials of the authorities cherish small things that can't eat or drink? It's better to exchange political chips.

It is said that Wang Dali was in a good mood when he got the barrel of the gun of longjinus.

After a while, the pilot ran over and said, "Your Highness, I've contacted the rescue team, and the helicopter will come right away!"

"Good, I can finally leave this damn place!"

"What about the plane?"

"What else can I do? Find a way to pull it back or drive it back!" fahsha didn't have a good airway.

The pilot looked bitter.

Of course, fahsha ignored the little man and turned to curry favor with Wang Dali: "brother Dali, where are you going? I'll give you a ride?"

"Go to Jerusalem first. Are you on your way?" the king was very curious.

"By the way, of course, by the way, get on my plane and fly freely over the Middle East!"

Just then, there were three big helicopters flying in the sky. The plane came down slowly and stopped on the sand.

"Yes, yes, fahesha, you still have a lot of energy!" Wang Dali improved his ability to fahesha.

"It's a little funny. No one here dares to show my face!" fahsha smiled and invited Wang Dali to get on the helicopter.

Everyone got on the helicopter and soon started flying in the direction of Israel.

"Brother Dali, what are you doing in Jerusalem?"

"See for yourself!"

Wang vigorously unfolded his wrist. The tiny map on it showed a nearest light spot. It looked like Israel.

"Great, what's the next secret treasure? Can you reveal it first?" his highness was excited.

"How do I know that I'm not a roundworm in the stomach of an angel, maybe it's other fragments of the gun of fate?"

"Certainly not. The gun head is still in Vienna. Originally, the gun head has been broken into three parts, but later it was connected with gold. That thing is not known as the most beautiful thing in the archaeological community.

"Don't worry, we have plenty of time. When we get to the ground, we're not afraid we can't find it!"

Wang Dali shrugged. In fact, he didn't know what Liang Bing was looking for. He said it was something left over from angel civilization. What shit!

Wang Dali will not be naive enough to believe such words.

However, Wang Dali can be sure that what Liang Bing is looking for must be an extraordinary treasure, as evidenced by the barrel of the longjinus gun in his hand!