Chapter 1673 Is this the time to talk about this?

"Search carefully and don't miss any corner. If you find anything abnormal, kill them without mercy."

Mr. Simmel had a gloomy face and gave orders to several people.

Several armed men immediately pointed their guns and began to conduct a carpet search of the workshop.

Mr. Simmel stood where he was, slowly looking around, trying to find some clues.

At this moment, one of his men suddenly screamed.

"Mr. Zhao, come and see..."

Mr. Simmel heard his men screaming and rushed over quickly, "What did you find?"

When he rushed closer, he saw the man pointing at a pile of wood on a workbench for making lacquerware.

"Mr. Zhao, please look, this person wastes a lot of golden nanmu every day. I have told him many times, but he just won't listen. I suggest that he be replaced..."

"Is this what you discovered?"

Mr. Simmel interrupted his subordinate with a gloomy face before he could finish speaking.

Seeing that he looked unhappy, the subordinate's voice suddenly weakened a bit, "Yes, I have wanted to tell you about this for a long time, but I never found the opportunity..."

Before he could finish, Mr. Simmel kicked him. "Fuck you, is this the time to talk about this?"

"I asked you to search to see if there was anyone sneaking in, and you told me these nonsense?"

The subordinate felt very aggrieved and said weakly, "This is top-quality golden nanmu wood. It's shameful to waste it!"

Mr. Simier was too lazy to pay attention to this guy anymore. He turned around and glared at the others, "Keep searching. Don't miss any corner."

Wow…

The crowd dispersed again and continued the sweep.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a few rustling sounds coming from a wooden box next to me.

Although it was very slight, Mr. Simmel still noticed it keenly.

This is a wooden box for finished lacquerware. It is about one meter long and wide, big enough for a person to hide inside.

Everyone present immediately became alert.

Mr. Simmel stared at the wooden box, then extended his hand to one of his men.

The subordinate immediately understood and handed him a double-barreled shotgun.

Mr. Smil, holding his shotgun, approached the wooden box little by little.

The others also held their breath and began to gather around the wooden box.

When everyone came to the front of the wooden box, Mr. Simmel winked at one of his men.

The man opened the lid of the wooden box.

Mr. Simmel immediately pointed the gun into the box, and if he found anything unusual, he would pull the trigger without hesitation.

But when everyone saw the situation inside clearly, they were immediately at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

There was no one in the wooden box, but a mouse.

The mouse was so frightened that it ran around but kept bumping into the wall. Finally, it jumped one meter high and jumped out of the wooden box, but was stepped on to death by one of his men.

Mr. Simmel then put away his hunting rifle and ordered coldly, "Buy more rat poison tomorrow. There are treasures in this box. How can we hide it from others if it is damaged by rats?"

"Yes!"

A group of subordinates immediately obeyed the order respectfully.

Mr. Simmel glanced around again. "Have you searched everything? Did you find anything unusual?"

"No."

All the men shook their heads.

Mr. Simier finally put his mind at ease. "It seems to be a false alarm. But we still can't let our guard down. Leave two people here to guard, and the others can go back and rest first."

The group immediately put away their weapons and walked out.

"Bang!" The door closed and the workshop fell into darkness and silence again.

About half a minute later, the door was pushed open again.

Mr. Simmel and his gang rushed in again like wolves and tigers, scanning everywhere with flashlights.

But still nothing unusual was found.

"Haha, it seems that I am too suspicious." Mr. Simmel couldn't help but laugh at himself.

"It's better to be safe than sorry." The vulture flattered him at the right time.

Mr. Simmel glared at him unhappily. "Although no problems were found, it is an unforgivable mistake that someone installed a tracker on you without anyone noticing. I will fine you half a month's salary. Do you have any objection?"

"No problem." The vulture immediately accepted the punishment respectfully.

"Yes." Mr. Simmel's expression improved a little. "We can't just let this go. Go and find out who installed the tracker right away. I will never let him off easily."

"Yes!"

A group of people were talking, and their voices gradually faded away.

The workshop was silent for a long time before a figure jumped down from the roof.

As light as a swallow, he landed silently.

Ye Feng looked at the direction where Mr. Simiel and others left, with a sneer on his face.

I have to say that Mr. Simmel was really cunning. Fortunately, he was one step ahead and felt that the wooden box was a bit dangerous, so he immediately moved it to the roof and escaped the disaster.

From their conversation just now, it can be heard that the tracker installed by John Bull in the car was discovered by them.

But this also shows how deep the water behind this counterfeiting den is!
If we dig deeper here, we will definitely find big news!

Meanwhile, Prince Anjou was distraught.

Just now when Mr. Simmel and his gang rushed in to search, her heart was already in her throat.

These guys all have guns in their hands. No matter how high Ye Feng's kung fu is, it will be useless against a hunting rifle.

Fortunately, this guy was hidden somewhere and these people caught him empty-handed.

Now, although Mr. Simmel and his gang had left, they left behind two people to be in charge of guarding.

At this time, the two men were smoking at the door of the workshop.

Ye Feng was trapped inside and couldn't get out.

Her brain started to work rapidly.

But after thinking about it, there was only one feasible way, that is, she went to lure these two people away, perhaps allowing Ye Feng to take the opportunity to escape.

However, with her physical strength and speed, she would definitely not be able to escape the pursuit of these two people and would definitely fall into their hands.

She struggled secretly for a while, and finally made up her mind and was about to rush out.

Just then, someone suddenly patted her shoulder from behind.

Anjou Prince tensed up and was about to scream.

But her mouth was immediately covered by someone, and then a familiar voice came from her ear, "Don't scream, it's me."

Prince Anjou was stunned for a moment. The person standing behind her was none other than Ye Feng.

"How did you get out?" Anjou Prince was surprised and happy.

"Jumped out of the window." Ye Feng glanced at the two people guarding the door with pride. They wanted to trap him? It was just a pipe dream.

"Are all the cameras installed?" Anjou Prince asked in a low voice.

"It's alright. This is not the place to talk. Let's leave here first."

Ye Feng said nothing more. He took Anjou Prince's little hand and disappeared into the darkness little by little.

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(End of this chapter)