In the presidential suite of Shengmeilia Hotel, Raf plugged a USB flash drive into the computer and ran a program to search. When the computer was running, he looked up and said to Pile: "Boss, you are so awesome. Before my computer was delivered, you can actually pick up a warehouse administrator if you go out for a walk."

"So you should go out for a walk and don't always be stuck in the house." The plan has made great progress, and Biley didn't mind making fun of Raf.

"bingo, boss, it's easy to get it." Soon the results appeared on the computer.

Pi Lie and others all surrounded him and looked at the picture on the screen. It was a white sword, which looked like it was made of stone. The white handguards were made into wings and extended to both sides. Each feather looked vivid. This was probably why the sword was used as a holy weapon. Unfortunately, the most important sword blade broke from the middle, leaving only about 10 cm of residual blade above the hilt.

"It seems that this sword is really great in the museum warehouse. It's so easy to succeed this time." Mark was extremely happy. After all, the experience in the UK just now was not smooth. He originally thought that the Holy See had to fight bloody battles to get it. Maybe he had to make a lot of sacrifices. Who knew it was much simpler than he thought. This was a real surprise.

"Mark, don't be careless. How many teeth does the old dog have? The Holy See ruled the world for so long, and the hidden strength is unimaginable. The closer we are to victory, the more careful we should be." Pile still maintained the caution he should be. He did not want an accident at the last moment, because this is the headquarters of the Holy See. If something unexpected happens, they will find the secret of the hilt of the sword and put the last magic weapon in the cathedral, then the consequences... Pile does not want to try rashly with the risk of being hacked into the clone by the archangel.

"Okay, since the location of the thing has been determined, we must plan it well. First, take the Honorable Bishop Fabio, our respected, as Plan A. This must be carefully planned and simple. After all, Mr. Bishop is not professional about stealing things, so we must prevent him from making any mistakes in it. At the same time, we also design a Plan B to deal with possible problems later. Okay, let's start brainstorming..."

"…Sir, ask me a risky question, what is brainstorming..."

...

"Hello, Lord Bishop." A guard who was familiar with Fabio greeted the Bishop.

"Oh, it's Torres. Are you on duty today? Is Little Oli better in good health?"

"I wish you a lot of blessing. Sir, your face looks a little pale, and you have sweated so much, okay?" The kind guard asked with concern. He and Fabio were fellow townsmen, and the bishop who missed his hometown would help him from time to time.

"Oh, nothing, my stomach hurts a little. I will go to the hospital after inspecting the warehouse later."

"Okay, you should pay attention to your health. Sir, may the Lord bless you."

"Okay, goodbye, Torres."

The Bishop walked towards the warehouse, looking a little quick, Torres shook his head, hoping that he would get better soon.

"Take a deep breath and stay calm, Fabio, this is just a normal transaction, right? You will soon enjoy the charming sunshine and beaches of South America, only a few dozen minutes away. If you miss it, you will have to spend the entire life in the dark warehouse of the Holy See." The low and magnetic voice in the headphones calmed down a little. He took a deep breath obediently, calmed down his mood, and finally returned to normal.

He walked into the warehouse as usual, nodded to the two guards in the warehouse, and the other party also solemnly returned the salute to him, "Sir, why are you here in person today?"

"Haha, you have to come and see it from time to time to feel at ease. After all, it is full of holy objects. If there is any loss, you must leave and report it to the Holy See." Fabio said with a smile.

The two guards showed proper respect to him and opened the door to the warehouse at the same time, "Do you use us to accompany you in?"

"Oh, no need, this is not a formal check, I just take a look and will come out soon."

"Okay, sir."

Following the stairs to the inner door of the warehouse, Fabio took out the door and brushed it on the electronic lock next to the door, then leaned his eyes up and let the machine scan his pupils. To be fair, this security system is still very advanced, at least it is top in the European continent. Unfortunately, the stronger the defense line, the easier it is to be conquered from the inside.

With a light click, the thick electronic door opened a crack. Fabio pushed the door open and walked in. The huge museum warehouse was lined with rows of tall shelves, and wooden boxes of various specifications were placed on it. Fabio never felt that this place he had been to countless times was as depressing as it was today.

He wiped his sweat, swallowed and spitted, looked down at the number written in the palm of his hand, and began to search in the warehouse. With the accurate number, this time did not take too long. Looking at the small wooden box with a seal in front of him, Fabio swallowed and spitted again, and at the same time drew a cross on his chest, begging God for blessing. This was a bit ironic. If God really heard it, he would probably kill this blasphemous guy.

He took out a black cloth bag from his arms, took out something like a small hairdryer and blew hot air on the seal. After the seal gel melted, he trembled and took the seal aside. Then, he took a deep breath, opened the wooden box, opened the wood chips inside, and exposed the broken sword. He took out another one from the black cloth bag, repeatedly confirmed that it was this one, put the real sword into the black cloth bag, put the fake into the wooden box, and then sticked the seal again according to the original traces. Only then did he exhaled the breath he had just inhaled.

The most risky things were done, and Fabio's mood became much calmer. He walked out with a light step with a black cloth bag in his arms. At this moment, he felt that he had stepped on the soft beach in South America. It was so good and fulfilling that he had 4.5 million euros in his arms.

Close the electronic door and come upstairs. Fabio greeted the guards happily and walked out.

"Fabio, why are you here? Aren't you resting today?" A serious voice rang behind him.

It's broken, it's Cardinal Li De. How could he be here? Did he find something? It's the most terrifying thing to scare yourself, because it would attribute all the things he was afraid of. Now Fabio is like this. A greeting that was originally the most ordinary made him nervous to the point of fainting. His face is pale like a blood-sucking zombie, and beads of sweat as big as beans kept flowing down from his head. With his current appearance, I'm afraid anyone with a discerning eye will notice something wrong.

"Fabio, what's wrong with you?" Seeing the always-congratulatory warehouse manager turned his back to his back and refused to reply, the Cardinal was a little unhappy and walked towards him. Just as his hand was about to put Fabio's shoulder and pulled him over, another voice sounded opposite him.

"Oh, Lord Fabio, what's wrong with you? Has your stomach afflicted?" A figure ran over quickly and entangled Fabio.

The Cardinal looked closely and said, Oh, the clothes seemed to be the security guard of the Holy See. He found Bishop Li De and hurriedly saluted him, "Hello, Lord Cardinal."

"Oh, what's wrong with Fabio?"

"Oh, when I was on duty, I saw Master Fabio's face a little pale. He said he had a stomach disease and planned to go to the hospital after the examination of the warehouse. Now it seems to be even more serious. I am worried that it is acute gastroenteritis or something, so I plan to send Master Fabio to the hospital."

"Well, go quickly, don't delay it." Bishop Li De waved his hand. It seemed that he was just a coincidence that he was in an emergency and insisted on working while he was sick. Well, Fabio was not bad. You can consider giving him some more important work appropriately. The warehouse administrator was a little embarrassed.

Fabio, who was about to faint, was helped by Torres and walked out of the Vatican. The enthusiastic security guard insisted on sending Bishop Fabio to the hospital in Rome for medical treatment. Of course, the Bishop also agreed very much.

When he walked into a small alley where the Vatican could not be seen, Torres let Fabio go and said to him with a smile: "Okay, Lord Fabio, have you succeeded?"

Fabio was stunned at the familiar face opposite him. What did he mean? Is he really knowing something or cheating me? What happened in the past few days made his mind a little too little.

Fortunately, there was a clear instruction in the headphones, "Give him the thing, Mr. Fabio, and then you can take the card you gave you before to Xiaoyao, and hope you have booked a flight to South America."

Holding a black cloth bag and watching Fabio's back as he walked, Torres's face twisted. A few seconds later, Pierre stood there in the uniform of a security guard, opened the cloth bag, sensed the energy in the broken sword. He smiled and looked back at the Vatican, "Goodbye to the Holy See, I hope you can still stay the same next time I see you."
Chapter completed!