novelhk Chapter 515: The Boy Who Cried Wolf
Chapter 515: The Boy Who Cried Wolf
The next morning, Ye Shuqin saw Zhang Lei leisurely reading the newspaper and couldn't help but ask, "Honey, didn't you make any preparations?"
Zhang Lei said with a smile, "I've already asked Zhang Weida to do it, but we'll just need to wait a few days."
Hearing Zhang Lei's words, Ye Shuqin couldn't help but ask, "Honey, what are you planning to do? Are you going to wait until tonight to take action?"
Zhang Lei shook his head: "No, I want to operate during the day, and I want to operate openly and honestly."
Hearing this, Ye Shuqin was stunned and said, "Honey, isn't this too risky?"
Zhang Lei said with a smile, "Don't worry, it's not risky at all. You'll see when the time comes."
Meanwhile, at the London Metropolitan Police, a dispatcher suddenly received a call.
"What? A robbery has occurred? I'll send people over right now."
Soon, a team of police officers arrived at the scene of the reported robbery. Looking at the seemingly normal shop, they were puzzled. They kicked open the shop door and demanded of the shop owner, "Where is the robber?"
The shop owner looked at the policeman blankly and asked in confusion, "What robber? There's no robber."
The policeman glared at the shop owner and said angrily, "You dare to play us? Didn't you call and say there was a robbery?"
The shop owner shook his head repeatedly, saying, "No, how could that be?"
After saying that, the shop owner pointed to the group of people eating normally inside the shop and continued, "If there really was a robbery, how could anyone be eating here peacefully? Could it be that someone made a false police report?"
The police officers looked at each other, and since there had been no robbery, they had no choice but to return to the police station.
However, throughout the day, the police station received one or two hundred such harassing calls, all of which were false alarms.
The constant false alarms kept the entire police station extremely busy, and all the officers were filled with resentment, complaining to each other.
One police officer complained, "Can you imagine? Someone actually called to say that Buckingham Palace had been attacked by terrorists."
Another police officer chimed in, "What's that? I received a call claiming that nuclear weapons were hidden somewhere in London. Even if we know it's fake, we still have to send officers to investigate such outrageous calls."
The crowd echoed the complaints, saying they were exhausted both physically and mentally from the endless fake police.
Inside the castle on the other side, Zhang Weida was reporting the day's events to Zhang Lei.
After listening, Zhang Lei smiled and instructed, "It's alright, continue tomorrow, and give the London Metropolitan Police a good lesson on 'crying wolf'."
Zhang Weida smiled and nodded in acceptance.
Over the next week, the London Metropolitan Police's emergency lines were completely overwhelmed with calls.
In the end, when operators receive calls from unknown numbers, they will start by scolding the caller before the caller can explain the situation.
After a week of statistics, 99 percent of all emergency calls were false alarms, and the remaining 1 percent were just trivial matters.
As night fell, Zhang Lei looked at Zhang Weida and asked, "Will our people be able to get in smoothly tomorrow? We must make sure the entire museum is staffed by our people; only then can the operation be foolproof."
Zhang Weida nodded and said, "Boss, you can release them anytime tomorrow morning. A flow of 20,000 people is enough to cover the museum's total daily visitor count."
Zhang Lei nodded slowly and instructed, "Remember, once everyone inside is replaced by our people, take control of all important locations immediately. I've already prepared the items that need to be switched."
Over the course of seven days, Zhang Lei used the system to replicate all the museum's collections in one-to-one using real photos taken by Zhang Weida.
The next morning, Zhang Weida dispatched 20,000 people of different appearances, arranged by Zhang Lei, to the area around the museum in batches.
The museum itself is open to the public free of charge, and there are no strict restrictions on the entry and exit of people. As a result, 20,000 people poured into the museum in an orderly manner, taking up the visiting slots of ordinary tourists.
Zhang Lei leisurely ate his breakfast, watching the time and waiting quietly.
Soon, the time reached 10:00 AM.
Zhang Weida arrived near the museum by car, and the operation officially began.
Outside the museum's monitoring and control room, a person dressed as a food delivery worker raised his hand and knocked on the door.
"Your takeout has arrived."
The staff in the monitoring room looked puzzled, exchanging glances. No one remembered ordering takeout. They opened the door and asked, "Who ordered it? Was the name written on it?"
The deliveryman smirked coldly and said casually, "The Grim Reaper."
As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked open the door, grabbed a tranquilizer dart, and swiftly subdued everyone in the monitoring room.
After confirming that everyone was unconscious, he successfully took over the museum's surveillance system.
The exact same scene played out simultaneously in every corner of the museum.
The power distribution room, garbage room, public toilets, and all passageways were quickly taken over by Zhang Lei's men.
All the staff on duty were anesthetized and taken into Zhang Lei's personal space, and all the key positions were replaced by his own people.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Lei released another 20,000 men from his personal space.
The large team acted swiftly, gathering and stacking all eight million precious artifacts in the museum, quietly awaiting Zhang Lei's acquisition.
The most ridiculous thing is that the remaining 20,000 ordinary tourists in the museum watched as the staff openly and legitimately swapped the collections. Instead of being panicked or confused, they gathered together and happily discussed it, treating it as a special event of the museum.
Everyone had a clear division of labor and worked in an orderly manner. One by one, genuine items were replaced, and high-quality counterfeits were neatly arranged.
Zhang Lei sat calmly at the warehouse entrance, waiting.
Three hours later, Zhang Weida walked up to Zhang Lei and whispered a report: "Boss, all the collectibles have been switched."
"Are those people imprisoned in that space still safe?"
Zhang Lei smiled and said, "Don't worry, they're all alive and well. To be absolutely sure, I'll put them back at their original posts later and erase their memories of this period."
Zhang Weida nodded and replied, "Yes, boss. We've replaced all the surveillance footage and are now playing back the normal footage on a loop."
"The timing and staff schedule are perfectly aligned with today's schedule, leaving no room for error."
Zhang Lei nodded in satisfaction: "This matter was handled very well."
Soon, the operation ended, and Zhang Lei recalled all his subordinates who were in charge of managing the site to the space, and then sent the museum's original staff on duty back to their respective posts one by one.
When these people woke up, they felt as if they had slept for a long time and had no memory of what happened during the day.
There's simply no way to discover that the artifacts have been switched.
It would take several years to check and verify each of the millions of artifacts.
Moreover, the system creates counterfeits with a similarity of up to 80%, making them indistinguishable to non-top professionals.
Zhang Lei also deliberately used the system to hide exclusive anti-counterfeiting marks on each counterfeit item, laying the groundwork for future counterfeits.
With everything settled, 20,000 ordinary tourists gradually left the museum, and the entire venue returned to its usual tranquility.
Zhang Lei returned home calmly and successfully got back to his residence.
Seeing him return leisurely, and with no news of the museum theft circulating outside, Ye Shuqin quickly stepped forward and asked, "Master, did things go smoothly? Did you get all the artifacts?"
Zhang Lei said with a smile, "Successfully, a total of 8.31 million items."
Upon hearing this enormous number, Ye Shuqin's mouth widened instantly, her face filled with shock. She said eagerly, "Master, quickly show me! We'll also build our own private museum in our personal space."
Seeing her expectant look, Zhang Lei smiled and nodded, "That's a good idea. I'll allocate a separate space to store the collection, locking the time flow at zero."
"Permanently sealed, no matter how long it is stored, all the collections will not oxidize or be damaged, and will always remain in good condition."
The two returned to the bedroom together, and with a thought, entered their personal space.
Looking at the countless rare treasures piled up like mountains before her, Ye Shuqin was filled with amazement, curiously touching this piece and looking at that piece.
Under Ye Shuqin's direction, Zhang Lei had a thought, and all the collections slowly floated in the air, arranged in an orderly manner, and meticulously classified according to different countries and eras.
Ye Shuqin looked at Zhang Lei with wide eyes: "Honey, your methods are amazing!"
Zhang Lei slowly recounted to Ye Shuqin his complete plan to use fake police officers to exhaust the enemy's energy and then take control of the museum by luring them away from their base.
After hearing Zhang Lei's complete plan, Ye Shuqin was filled with admiration and threw herself into Zhang Lei's arms, saying shyly, "My dear, you are so amazing."
Zhang Lei asked with a mischievous grin, "What makes me so good?"
Ye Shuqin blushed, gave him a light glare, and said in a coquettish voice, "You're bad."
Looking at Ye Shuqin's charming and shy appearance, Zhang Lei said softly, "Such a perfect harvest deserves a proper celebration. This space is empty and deserted, why don't we stay here and enjoy some tender moments together?"
Ye Shuqin nodded shyly.
In the vast, boundless space, all was silent, with only the two of them together.
Lying on the soft lawn, Ye Shuqin asked softly, "Husband, is this all going to end quietly like this?"
Zhang Lei sneered and shook his head: "How could we just let it go like this?"
"They plundered treasures from various countries and seized cultural relics from around the world. Now I'm switching all the collections to ruin their reputation."
"Sooner or later, I will reveal the truth and let the whole world know that everything displayed in the British Museum is a worthless fake."
Looking at the meticulous Zhang Lei, Ye Shuqin laughed and teased, "You, you're so cunning."
Zhang Lei looked down at the person in his arms, his smile growing wider: "This is nothing, there's something even worse."
The evening breeze gently caressed the lawn as the two embraced, kissed passionately, rolled around together, played and frolicked freely, and stayed by each other's side.