CHAPTER 2053: CHAPTER 1876: DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU’RE BEING ARRESTED?

Truth be told.

The team leader would love for someone to be here for reconnaissance.

That way.

There would be a good show to watch.

Today.

He really got played, needs a bit of comfort, and also, this museum is just too flashy, completely showing off wealth, making people envious, something you can see but can’t get.

Frustrating.

Depressing.

In that case, having a ’fool’ to test the law, the team leader is quite pleased. Indeed, no matter what, he sees no possibility of this museum being robbed, anyone daring to come is just courting death.

Bringing humiliation upon oneself.

Amen!

Go ahead.

Pickup truck... I will mourn for you!

...

In front of the showcase.

Dorne was already captivated by a glittering sea of gold.

Gold.

Mammoth.

Six tons.

It made him subconsciously want to possess it, having dealt with treasures for half his life, countless good things had passed through his hands, but he was still shocked by this dazzling display, like he wanted to.

Of course.

The hosts certainly won’t give it to you.

Buy?

Joking!

Do I need to buy what I like? Besides, it’s not for sale. As for stealing? This issue... needs long-term planning because if you want to steal, you first need a meticulous plan.

So.

The question arises.

...

First.

Equipment.

How to bring it in? Smuggling? Possible, but only limited to entry, within Myanmar, trying to bring equipment into Xin’an City is not just difficult, there are checks all the way.

Bribe?

Ha!

Works in other countries, but here, useless. Over the years, too many have tried to steal Transcription Fluid Technology, and where did they end up? The lucky ones managed to leave.

Those less lucky.

Vanished into thin air.

Disappeared.

Hardly seen in news on the surface.

But.

In the underground world, Myanmar is like a dangerous jungle, hunters who can make it out, except those with big backgrounds who can be bailed out, most greedy hunters disappear here.

In short.

Even just getting a large number of people into the country isn’t easy.

...

Second.

Breakthrough.

If luck is good, and both team and equipment arrive, then how to get in? Security personnel here are densely packed, at least three in an exhibition hall, more like five or six, very cautious.

Come at night.

The number of security would not be below two hundred.

Even.

If you come fully equipped, you see that others are fully armed, heavily armed, this is not impossible since the items in the museum are of immense value, backed by the country’s largest power.

---Myanmar Bank Group.

To rob.

Not surprising.

With one misstep, the whole team could be gunned down on the spot, thinking of this, Dorne looked at the surrounding security guards with strange eyes, as if these people could instantly transform, armed to the teeth.

Terrifying!

...

Third.

Retreat.

This is also what makes Dorne most conflicted, these items aren’t tens of kilograms, but tons, even dozens of tons, one person absolutely can’t carry it, and it’s barely possible with a dozen people.

So.

How to take them away?

Just leaving the museum is a challenge.

...

Finally.

Escape from the country.

In other countries, what you steal is mostly from private collectors, many museums are private, even if you steal, you won’t face a large blockade, but in Myanmar, national power can be mobilized in an instant.

Do it.

Certainly can’t beat it.

Run.

The entire country’s roads are blocked, where to run? They have a foreigner appearance, too obvious. Adding up all difficulties, it’s tougher than stealing the "Mona Lisa" from the Louvre.

After calculating.

"Sigh!"

Dorne sighed deeply.

What to do?

Clueless, the first step is already enough to kill someone, every subsequent step is harder than the last, perhaps, it will take at least a year’s planning to maybe pry something out of this treasure trove.

I’m having a hard time!

However.

There’s a challenge.

He likes it.

Hmm.

Go for it.

If this one succeeds, I’ll be the world’s top thief, and also, in the future, need to develop more Asian members, otherwise, getting just one person inside is impossible, making many things hard to do.

Having decided.

Dorne, with the purpose of reconnaissance.

Look left.

Look right.

Look up.

Look down.

Finally.

Found himself in the station.

"Name."

"Mousse Deneil." Dorne used a fake name.

"Age."

"Forty-six."

"Occupation."

"Farm owner."

""

"I don’t know."

"You entered a non-exhibition area and took photos, ignored three warnings. According to the museum’s rules, you have violated the law, now, we are imposing a fine of one thousand Asia Dollars on you."

"Okay."

Dorne didn’t mind.

Just now.

He was also testing the security limits here. Three times, only a thousand bucks, next time then.

"And, you’re not allowed to enter the museum for three years."

"What?"

Dorne was stunned.

Three years.

Are you kidding me, the punishment is much more severe than a thousand Asia Dollars, "This isn’t fair, I’m just curious, made a mistake, shouldn’t you give someone a second chance?"

This statement.

Powerful and resonant.

Righteous and stern.

However.

"Twice, after your first mistake, we gave you two chances, tried to stop you twice, neither of which you cherished, acting willfully, hence your reason for appeal, is invalid."

"..."

Dorne was speechless.

Here.

Do they count like this?

Seems... also no problem.

But.

Restricting entry like this is too ridiculous, Dorne was not convinced, "I think, it was just a misunderstanding, now, I recognize my mistake, can you lift this restriction?"

Dorne doesn’t care about the three-year ban.

If they don’t let him in.

He still has many subordinates, just thought the punishment was too harsh, worth a try.

"No."

The response was absolute.

"..."

Alright then.

You win, can’t afford to mess with you.

Little matter.

Just wasting a passport, no big deal, got stacks of them at home, such restriction only temporarily damages his pride, doesn’t harm much, rather it reinforces his determination to steal.

Hmph!

Just wait.

I’ll be back!

Sign.

Pay fine.

Exit.

It’s already noon, the sun shining high, Dorne’s mood quickly recovered, going into the station and all, a small scene, after all, he’s a ’big figure’ wanted by many countries, this is child’s play.

Tch!

Small place.

Only got these few tricks.

Come on.

What else can you do to me? After showing off, Dorne walked onto the street, I have to say, urban construction is indeed beautiful, a country with unified power, backwardness, can only be temporary.

Of course.

No one now thinks Myanmar is backward.

At this rate.

Five years.

Ten years.

Perhaps might enter the ranks of developed countries, provided Transcription Fluid isn’t cracked, Ling isn’t dead, still in position, and Western forces don’t intervene strongly.

Otherwise.

Hard to say.

The appetite of those people, Dorne knows, greedy, ruthless. Any outsiders or countries likely to rise and threaten them, will not rest until they are crushed.

"I am a free..."

Humming a song.

Dorne walked down the street, with a casual unflustered stride.