Outright Favoritism Chapter 562: : Is he Mo Jue’s boss?

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Xia Siyu handed the computer to Li Qiao's hands, and a few people rushed over in an instant.

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

Shen Qingye stared at Song Laoliu in a word, "Are you the INTERPOL who flattered you?"

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

Shen Qingye stopped talking.

In less than three minutes, Li Qiao counterattacked the other party's surveillance and locking system. As the split-screen screen 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 searching 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 in, "So high-end?"

At this time, Song Laoliu's expression is getting more and more weird. This is the first time he has seen Mo Jue commit a crime with his own eyes.

But why is the 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 he took out his phone and took pictures 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 is very peculiar, with the gentleness of a woman and the heartiness of a man.

Don't know what the person on the other end of the phone said, he pouted and lowered his head, "Oh, I don't like it."

"..."

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

"..."

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

Hang 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's a shit.

This person, Mo Jue.

After he left the exhibition hall with two sleeves in a breeze, about five minutes later, the surveillance virus was automatically destroyed, and the picture returned to normal.

As for the Nanyang police station personnel hiding at the major entrances and exits, they never saw anyone come in from start to finish, let alone anyone coming out, not even a fly.

……

Two o'clock late at night, Yashuyuan Apartment.

Here are all high-end apartment designs with one staircase and one family, 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 thirty-seventh floor, a central air-conditioning grille was unscrewed, and then the figure jumped down.

The room is dark and the curtains are tightly drawn. This is Li Qiao's collection apartment.

Mo Jue didn't turn on the lights, and began 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 mobile phone and looked at the comparison chart, then took out a black bag from his small backpack, put the picture frame in, pulled on the straps on both sides, and was squeezed out with air , The black bag gradually fits, and the back is like a drawing board that can be carried around.

For a while, Mo Jue didn't look at the other collections. He jumped up from the ground with the painting on his back, grabbed the air-conditioning port and pressed his waist and abdomen, and quickly got in again.

With the grille covered, 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, Mojue crawled out of the pipe mouth, and his body was also covered with dust.

He pulled the tip of his nose, 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 in it.

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

Everything went smoothly, almost without any challenges.

Mo Jue single-handed cart, muttering as he walked, "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."

Huh?

He stood vigilantly for 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 just about to run while pushing the car, four figures slowly appeared in the corridor ahead.

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

Mo Jue squinted his eyes, reached out his hand to fish out the cleaning cart, and kicked the cleaning cart out, "I don't want to be lucky with you."

He ran forward very swiftly, but his two fists were hard to beat 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 he had just won with both hands, his wig drooped to the side, the fake beard fell to the corner of his mouth, and he stood silently in tears.

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 looks clearly.

The short hair is messy, the face is delicate, and he looks like he is about twenty years old. At first sight, he is a handsome young man.

The most glamorous thing on his whole face is the eyes, the black apricot eyes, which are very flexible and clear in circulation.

When Xia Siyu and others were still feeling that others looked like dogs, only Li Qiao silently looked at him.

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

A handsome young man? !

At this time, Song Liao settled down several times 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 is approaching, his face is serious, his eyes are 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 those paintings?"

Song Laoliu stood still, pursing his mouth and said nothing.

Where is the painting? All the **** were 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 for an instant. 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."

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

Li Qiao looked very light, playing with the mobile phone in her hand, and said vaguely, "I'll know it in a moment."

Next, no matter what everyone asked, Mo Jue stopped speaking, making clear that he would not cooperate, and thinking about how to escape.

Being a gentleman of Liang Shang for so long, this is the first time he has been 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, after answering the answer, 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. 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 stolen goods. Thank you for yours. Cooperate, I will personally go to the police station to thank you tomorrow."

……

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 she 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 slumped softly in front of his forehead.

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

The second brother Li Yan: "..."

His voice rolled, just about to say sorry for 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 one is Song Liao.

When Li Yan wore a pink suit and walked in, Mo Jue seemed to have seen the savior, holding the things in his arms, rushed to him, and stuffed the painting into his arms as if offering treasures." Boss, Titian’s painting."

Draw Nima!

Li Yan looked at Li Qiao with a guilty conscience, pushed Mo Jue away, and his 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 and crushed.

Why did Li Yan become Mo Jue's boss?

At this moment, he was finally shocked, why did Mo feel the modus operandi of operating surveillance tonight is so familiar.

Because Interpol has adopted such a deceitful way when it is out of mission.

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

Dare to love him is to pass Mo Jue's tactics of committing crimes to Interpol.

At the moment, Li Qiao leaned on the window sill, looking 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, and I ran into Mr. Li in major museums and painting exhibitions abroad. He was born and matured once and again. Cub, he is...your second brother?"

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

Li Yan wanted to kneel, rubbed the soft broken hair on his forehead, and moved 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 back."