usatvline Chapter 205 Supernatural Events
Chapter 205 Supernatural Events
The final barrier to the underground storage room is an alloy explosion-proof door.
Its thickness is more than half a meter, and even a small nuclear bomb would have a hard time breaking through this multi-layered composite material.
But it's just a decoration in front of the Boundless Demon Eye.
In the blink of an eye, Cheng Feng acquired this valuable alloy explosion-proof door.
Unlike the passageway, the storage room was completely devoid of any light source.
But all the treasures inside the Boundless Demon Eye are exposed.
There are large sculptures fixed to the ground, as well as tempered glass cabinets displaying porcelain.
The most numerous items were rows of alloy safes, which likely contained things like paintings, calligraphy, and historical documents.
With time running out and no time to sort through the items, Cheng Feng emptied the storage room in one go.
After confirming that nothing had been left behind, Cheng Feng turned around and removed the alloy wall next to him, revealing the soil layer outside.
Then, one by one, cute white creatures emerged from the void.
“Little ones, dig a tunnel from here, and I’ll prepare something delicious for you when we get back.”
These adorable silver-white figures are naturally Guanyin (the Earthly Guanyin).
Under Cheng Feng's command, dozens of Guanyin statues began to demonstrate their digging abilities.
In just a few minutes, a passage more than ten meters long was dug out, long enough for Cheng Feng, who is of this height, to stand and pass through.
Just then, Cheng Feng heard the sound of the elevator running.
Knowing that those above had noticed the underground warehouse door had been opened,
Just as Cheng Feng was about to take back the Earth Guanyin, the Earth Guanyin in front of him dug up a cement wall.
This wall was naturally no obstacle for Guanyin, but Cheng Feng still took them back.
Then a glance pierced through the concrete wall, behind which lay the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles' home: the sewers.
"The timing is perfect. My wife must be getting impatient, so I won't stay as a guest."
With a light laugh, Cheng Feng stepped into the sewer and quickly filled in the passage behind him.
Then it transformed into a nimble black rat and scurried deep into the sewers.
While Foberle and the police were searching the sewers, Cheng Feng had already returned to his hotel room.
And he had already taken a shower and was sleeping with a fragrant, rich woman in his arms.
Throughout the latter half of the night, the piercing sirens blared throughout Los Angeles, and the police received numerous complaints.
Among them are many high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen, but this matter is too big to be resolved by any complaints.
The next morning, Cheng Feng and Yang Xueli were exercising with great enthusiasm.
The police cars that sped past the window every few minutes became the perfect spice for the two of them.
At this moment in the museum,
After a night of investigation and evidence gathering, everyone finally agreed that the incident was a supernatural event.
Furthermore, after reviewing surveillance footage, it was determined that the perpetrator was a dwarf who was less than 1.2 meters tall.
Furthermore, hair from an unknown animal was found in the underground warehouse and has been sent for testing.
The higher-ups attached great importance to this matter and ultimately ordered multiple departments to work together to find this supernatural being.
A series of lockdowns began.
First, the museum was sealed off, with the only public statement being that thieves had appeared.
Secondly, bridges and tunnels leading out of Manhattan were blocked, and heavily armed military and police were stationed to guard them.
Furthermore, Fober mobilized all the local gangs, big and small, to search for the dwarf's whereabouts.
Finally, the sewers were sealed off, and professional tracking experts were dispatched to find the dwarf's movements.
But all of this had nothing to do with Cheng Feng, who was 185 cm tall and had a strong physique.
He's just a gigolo who hooked up with a Wall Street rich woman.
Not long after Cheng Feng and Yang Xueli finished their morning exercise, there was a knock on the door.
Yang Xueli tidied up her underwear and went to the bathroom.
Cheng Feng, meanwhile, casually opened the door, still wrapped in a bath towel.
Outside the door were Hu Bayi, Professor Chen, and others; everyone from this trip had arrived.
"Everyone's up so early! I was thinking of going to call you guys with Shirley and me later!"
Cheng Feng came to the door, left it slightly ajar, and said.
"Old Cheng, something big has happened here. I think we'd better leave as soon as possible."
Hu Bayi spoke with a solemn expression.
Cheng Feng frowned, and said thoughtfully:
“I told everyone that there were sirens blaring everywhere last night, and that everyone should go back and pack their things. I immediately asked Shirley to book plane tickets.”
After Cheng Feng agreed to leave, everyone went back to their rooms to pack their things.
After they left, Cheng Feng's solemn expression turned languid again. He closed the door and pulled off the bath towel he was wearing.
Then, swinging something around, he swaggered into the bathroom.
An hour later, the group, dressed neatly, arrived at the hotel lobby.
The extended Lincoln that was responsible for taking the group away was already waiting at the hotel entrance.
"Boss, have the plane tickets been booked?"
Hei Xiazi walked beside Cheng Feng and casually asked a question.
As Cheng Feng walked, he said with a helpless expression:
"Yes, Shirley and I are planning to postpone our honeymoon. Let's go home first!"
Black Bear nodded and said nothing more.
He had already understood Cheng Feng's meaning: the other plan would be postponed for now, until things calmed down.
The group of seven traveled to the airport in a stretched Lincoln limousine.
Unsurprisingly, they were stopped halfway through the journey. Normally, these kinds of vehicles can travel freely on the highway.
But not today. The group sat in the car under the watchful eyes of a group of soldiers with guns at their sides.
He allowed the search team to open the trunk and check every nook and cranny.
The other party waved their hand, indicating that it was okay to proceed.
After leaving the restricted area, the few people present who knew the inside story secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but on the surface, nothing seemed amiss.
The rest of the trip went smoothly, and after passing through multiple security checks, everyone boarded the plane back to San Francisco.
Around 2 PM, the group, weary from their journey, returned to the villa.
After resting in the living room for a while and drinking a cup of black tea prepared by Susan, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.
That evening, Yang Xueli, wearing matching pajamas with Cheng Feng, sat by the window reading a book.
A moment later, the door opened, she looked up at it, and then continued to focus her gaze on the pages of the book.
"Old Hu and Fatty are planning to go back to China."
Cheng Feng's words made Yang Xueli put down the book in her hand, look up and say softly:
"It's better that they left sooner. Although the higher-ups are trying their best to suppress the news, rumors have already started to circulate."
Cheng Feng nodded without saying anything; it's best to avoid bringing this up as much as possible.
The principle that "walls have ears" applies everywhere.
"Book plane tickets for Lao Hu and the others, and also book Hei Xiazi's ticket while you're at it."
Let's send them all away, so as not to interfere with our time together.
Cheng Feng smiled and wrapped his arms around Yang Xueli's slender waist.
Yang Xueli rolled her eyes at Cheng Feng helplessly, then leaned against him as if boneless, saying:
"Your mouth is still as sharp as ever."
"What, you don't like it?"
Cheng Feng lifted Yang Xueli up and turned her around so they were face to face. He looked down into her eyes and said...
Under Cheng Feng's gaze, Yang Xueli's breathing gradually became rapid.
They were all at the perfect age, like dry tinder and a raging fire, ready to ignite and compose a harmonious symphony of life.
"Old Cheng, I feel that two months is still too short..."
After the final chanting, the performance came to an end.
Yang Xueli, her voice slightly magnetic, murmured as she sang.