Thief Game: Starting with Obtaining the Kidd Card

Nighttime.

In Connery's empty bedroom, three identical paintings were placed on the table.

The three paintings appeared to have just been processed, as they were all quite thick, and were being laid flat on the table to dry.

In front of the three paintings, there are three pieces of paper, from left to right: “lobby”, “safe”, and “escort vehicle”.

There are guards at the entrance, and the doors are kept closed, preventing anyone from entering.

"Squeaky-"

A sudden burst of monkey cries shattered the surrounding tranquility.

The two security guards on duty didn't even look up when they heard the voice, as if they were already used to it.

After all, although the manor was built in a relatively luxurious location, its location was not very good. It could only be considered as the edge of the city, and a little further out would be the suburbs.

In addition, there is a nature reserve to the west, so hearing animal calls is a frequent occurrence.

Fortunately, the animals in the reserve are quite afraid of people and don't easily come here, which makes things much easier for the security personnel.

But today seems to be a little different.

The monkeys seemed to have gone mad. They usually ran away at the sight of people, but today they were scaling the wall in droves and entering the manor, gathering in the direction of Connery's bedroom.

"My hair! What's going on?"

The two security guards responsible for guarding the entrance were dumbfounded when they saw the troop of monkeys gathering around them.

The two exchanged a glance, both bewildered as to what was wrong with these stinky monkeys.

Of course, the monkeys didn't give them time to think. Accompanied by a sharp "squeak—" sound from the monkey troop, all the monkeys rushed forward and pounced on the security personnel.

"Damn it! Don't come any closer!"

One security guard waved a short stick to drive away the approaching monkeys, while another stood guard at the door to prevent any monkeys from entering the house.

boom!

Just then, a gunshot rang out from not far away. Connery, who heard the commotion, rushed over with a group of security guards, his face dark.

With the force of dozens of security personnel and the threat of handguns, the monkey troop quickly dispersed.

Only two disheveled security guards remained, sitting on the spot, panting heavily.

"what happened?"

Connery asked sternly.

A security guard quickly stood up and replied, "Boss, I...we don't know what happened either. These monkeys just went crazy, climbed over the walls of the manor, and then, as if someone was giving them instructions, they rushed towards your bedroom."

"It's like someone gave the instructions..."

Connery repeated what the security guard had said, then his expression suddenly changed, and he quickly bypassed the two men and rushed into the house.

He breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that all three paintings on the table were intact.

"Kaito Kid... is nothing special..."

Having confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the painting, Connery smiled confidently and muttered to himself.

Of course, he didn't notice that while he was examining the painting, a small white dove had already slipped out through the crack in the window and left the room.

On the table were three pieces of paper marked with the whereabouts of the paintings.

The piece of paper that originally read "Escort vehicle" on the far right has somehow been swapped with the piece of paper that reads "lobby" on the far left...

……

Time passed slowly.

However, the online buzz surrounding Chen Feng's operation remains high.

The task force that Su Luoxue belonged to, which was specifically tasked with pursuing Chen Feng, did send an email to Connery, expressing their desire to intervene in the incident and provide assistance.

However, the extremely confident Connery flatly refused, stating that he could deal with Chen Feng without anyone's help.

His confident tone left Su Luoxue speechless.

However, she wasn't the type to rush to help others. After Connery refused, she didn't say anything more, but out of a sense of responsibility, she reminded him a few times before ending the conversation.

Of course, whether Connery would heed her advice was none of her business.

At 8 p.m. on December 24, at Connery's private estate.

Unlike previous years when people celebrated at home on Christmas Eve, this year's Christmas Eve was exceptionally lively.

Especially at Connery's private estate, it was surrounded by people in layers.

Those with nothing better to do came to join in the fun, but most of them were Chen Feng's fans, holding all sorts of idol support signs, and shouts about "KID" and "Kid" rose and fell.

In an office inside the manor, Connery was frowning as he made phone calls over and over again.

The phone kept ringing, but no one answered.

"Fuck!"

After being notified again that the call was unanswered, Connery angrily threw the phone aside: "What's wrong with Wendy? Nobody's answering the phone yet!"

……

Chapter 135 Personally delivering the painting?

I glanced down at the time; it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

There were only three hours left until the time specified in Chen Feng's notice, but Wendy, the foreign aid, was still unreachable.

Connery was feeling flustered and pondered what to do next.

Ring ring—

The silence was broken by a ringing telephone.

Connery quickly walked over, picked up the phone, and his eyes lit up when he saw the caller's name. He hurriedly answered the call.

A pleasant female voice came from the phone: "Hello? Is this Mr. Connery? This is Wendy."

Hearing this voice, Connery finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Miss Wendy, what's going on with you? There are only three hours left until the deadline specified in the notice! Why haven't you shown up yet?"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone before the voice continued, "Mr. Connery, I'll keep it brief. The plan has changed. I've discovered traces of Phantom Thief Kid!"

"what?"

Connery was startled, but then became extremely excited: "Miss Wendy, tell me where you are right now? I'll send people over immediately and try to catch that thief in one fell swoop!"

It's definitely more satisfying to capture Kidd directly than to win in a match!

Of course, that's assuming he can actually do it.

To his surprise, Wendy on the other end of the phone refused without much hesitation:

"No."

"why?"

Connery frowned, looking puzzled.

"Does Mr. Connery really think that we can capture Kidd just by having more people?"

"I……"

Connery was about to say, "Isn't that how it is?"

But remembering how Chen Feng had calmly retreated from public view countless times before, and his endless array of methods, he swallowed back the words he was about to say and asked instead:

"What should I do?"

"Hmm... have someone drive an armored truck to my location right now. I'll be waiting in the middle of the main street, next to White Horse Square. Hurry up and have someone deliver that fake painting over. I'll hold off Kidd!"

"Delay him? Can't we capture him?"

Connery was still unwilling to give up.

“Mr. Connery, I think your priority right now should be winning this match against Kidd, not anything else. Don’t forget, Amy will also be at the art exhibition tonight.”

“Amya…”

The thought that Amya would be there to witness his victory made Connery's lips curl into a smile.

It seems... whether or not I arrest him isn't that important. Isn't what I want just to show off my abilities in front of Amya? Why put myself at risk?

With that thought in mind, Connery had already made his decision.

"Alright, I'll send someone with the fake painting to you right away. Miss Wendy, please make sure you hold off Kidd! If you can win this match after the announced time has passed, I will reward you handsomely."

"rest assured."

Wendy replied with two words and then hung up the phone.

Meanwhile, next to Baima Square, inside a bright red BMW parked on the roadside.

Looking at the man beside her, Amy couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Your perverse sense of humor is as bad as ever. Making someone personally deliver the target's painting to you—only someone like you could do something like that."

Upon hearing the beautiful woman's words, Chen Feng slowly put down his phone, raised his head, and revealed a handsome face.

"Don't you find this kind of thing interesting, Miss Amya?"

Looking at the confident face of the person in front of her, Amy was momentarily stunned and unconsciously raised her hand to touch the person's face.

But just as he was about to touch the person's cheek, Chen Feng grabbed his hand.

"Madam, this is a real face."

Chen Feng spoke softly.

Amya blushed slightly and withdrew her hand, but her gaze lingered on Chen Feng's face for a couple more seconds.

To be honest... this was the first time she had ever seen Chen Feng's real face in person. Although she had seen many photos of Chen Feng's face online, she still couldn't take her eyes off him when she saw him in real life.

dong dong dong-

A knocking sound came from the window, interrupting Amya's thoughts.