NOVEL NEXT WORLD Chapter 125 The Buddha’s golden body took him back
As Mu Jiu spoke, she soon heard the noise coming from the yard.
"Surround everything here and don't let those lamas escape!"
It was Duan Ran's voice. It seemed that all the soldiers should be awake.
Immediately, a large number of soldiers, holding firearms in their hands, poured into the old Dalai Lama's house.
When they saw Mu Jiu standing in front of the Buddha with a sword, everyone who came in was extremely surprised.
They obviously saw the little bald guy in the yard who had his throat slashed with a knife.
The cruelty of the methods is astonishing.
Duan Ran was not too surprised. He had seen this kind of scene half a year ago.
Miss Mu's unique skills.
Most people can't do it. The murder scene is very cruel, but the person who was killed showed no trace of resistance.
In other words, the person who was killed was simply unable to resist.
It can only be like a little hen in a cage, waiting to be slaughtered.
At that time, there were more than a dozen patrol managers who bullied others, and she first castrated them and then killed them.
This time, there were more than a dozen lamas, whom she killed first and then cut out their tongues.
Everyone here knows that these people were not innocent at all when they were killed!
They all remember what happened tonight.
It was these bald guys who tricked people here and wanted to kill them all.
They were able to escape not because these bald guys suddenly realized their conscience, but because someone else came to rescue them.
After all, the disgusting pills that were taken into the mouth and the breathable roof that was flipped over couldn't just appear out of thin air, right?
At this moment, Chief Fu has already led people to the dormitory building to suppress the thugs.
It is said that several second-generation young men who were prominent were thrown downstairs in anger by those bald men...
His head was smashed to pieces on the spot.
Commander Fu ran towards the dormitory building almost as fast as he was flying!
When things have developed to this point, there is definitely no way out.
This matter can no longer be solved through negotiation, only by force.
When Duan Ran led people into the house, he happened to see the old Dalai Lama rolling on the ground.
The cockscomb hat on his head rolled to one side, revealing a bare head.
And the old right hand that fell not far away was still holding a gun.
It’s clear what exactly is going on here.
The soldiers quickly controlled the old man on the ground and put several submachine guns against his head.
"Miss Mu, are you okay?" Duan Ran came over immediately to check if Mu Jiu was injured.
Mu Jiu smiled and shook his head, no.
"Tell me, where is the entrance to the warehouse?" the soldiers on the side asked.
At this moment, the old Dalai Lama just looked at everyone here angrily.
"Anyway, I'm going to die, I won't survive, and you won't even be able to find the supplies!
If you want to die, let's all die together! Hahahahaha! "The old Dalai Lama laughed like crazy.
Mu Jiu stood aside, wiping the scimitar on his hand with a clean rag, and glanced at Mr. Ni's bald head.
"Isn't the door of the warehouse just behind the Buddha you worship? It's hard to find anything.
Seeing that you stay here all day long without leaving the main hall, isn't it because you are the official warehouse gatekeeper? "
As soon as Mu Jiu said these words, everyone present was stunned again.
The old bald man's smile froze on his face, wondering what the hell this was and how it knew everything!
Duan Ran gave the order and immediately sent someone to look for him.
The old bald man roared loudly:
"You people let go of the Buddha's golden body and don't touch my Buddha with your dirty hands!
How can the Buddha's body be touched by dirty people like you!
You all go away! "
When several soldiers surrounded him and wanted to take the Buddha down.
He even forgot about the pain of his broken arm and the muzzle of the gun pressed against his head, and tried to run towards the Buddha.
However, the next second, the soldiers carried the golden Buddha but could not hold it firmly, and suddenly it fell towards the crowd...
Duan Ran subconsciously moved Mu Jiu aside, and the soldiers would also dodge.
Only the old bald man standing under the golden body, who was old and unresponsive, was crushed underneath with a bang.
The old bald man's body was instantly crushed, and his brains mixed with blood sputtered into a piece. The scene was very horrifying.
Later, the soldiers tested it and found that this Buddha was indeed a "golden body" in the physical sense!
The whole body is made of thick-walled red gold and weighs 8 tons.
So hitting the old bald man hard was like being run over by a mammoth and instantly wiped out into ashes.
This gold is all the incense money this temple has received over the years.
It is enshrined in this room that only the Dalai Lama is eligible to enter.
This is no different from a corrupt official sleeping on a gold bar.
The Buddha statue fell over, and the warehouse door behind it was indeed revealed.
But here comes the troublesome thing. Opening the warehouse door requires the administrator's instructions and fingerprints...
If the prompt command is entered incorrectly 10 times, it will automatically lock and enter the anti-theft program.
The doors and inner walls of the warehouse are made of special structures, which are corrosion-resistant, high-temperature resistant and blast-resistant.
It's not something that can be easily eliminated in a short period of time.
"Sir Duan, what should we do?" the officer under him asked.
The old Dalai Lama is the warehouse manager, but he has already suffered his retribution, and he is in trouble.
Duan Ran also fell silent, and after a while he gave instructions to his subordinates:
"Ask Fu Hengyuan to come over and pick the lock."
Mu Jiu, who was standing aside, was stunned by these words.
What's going on? Fu Hengyuan still has the skill of picking locks? What a surprise!
A few minutes later, Fu Hengyuan came running over panting heavily, and at first glance he looked at Mu Jiu, who was standing next to Duan Ran.
He had obviously seen all the tragic deaths and injuries inside and outside the courtyard.
After seeing that Mu Jiu was safe and sound, he asked Duan Ran:
"I heard that I found the entrance to the warehouse but couldn't open it. Where is the old bald man?"
Duan Ran pointed to the pool of blood under the golden Buddha, "He did too many evil things, and the authorities took them back."
Mu Jiu couldn't help but want to laugh, but she couldn't help it either.
"So no one knows the password to the warehouse anymore? Aren't there other lamas?" Fu Hengyuan asked with a frown.
There is no password for the state secrets warehouse, so it is not easy to open, otherwise it will not be worthy of the word "state".
“Most of the senior lamas in the temple are now lying in the courtyard, having been killed by Miss Mu.
As for the group who threatened with guns, weren't you already shot to death over there in the dormitory building?
Otherwise why would I call you over... to pick the lock! "
When Duan Ran said this, he looked at Mu Jiu first and then at Fu Hengyuan.
They are two masters who like to cause trouble. At this moment, there is no living lama in the temple.
He is really... at his wits end!
But looking at this matter at the moment, it is definitely correct. After all, human life comes first and the warehouse comes last.
"Let me take a look first." Fu Hengyuan said nothing and went straight to the warehouse password lock to check.
When he opened the big package he was carrying, even Mu Jiu was shocked.
There is a box full of demolition axes, chisels, metal cutting knives, lock breaking knives, drills, etc.
So professional!
Mu Jiu approached Duan Ran and asked curiously: "Why does Chief Fu still know how to open locks?"