Chapter 308: Only I Have My Own Law Chapter 308: Religious Matters Don't Count as Stealing (2)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

That night, everyone was asleep; only Chen Yi and the guards were strolling on St. Peter's Square.

As the smallest country in the world, the Vatican's area and scale were roughly equivalent to an ordinary village, and its buildings were old; unless a Chinese person became Pope, there would be no room for demolition. Looking at it this way, given China's current level of development, one day Huaxi Village would be built better than it.

The Swiss Guard resembled the Chinese military, with impeccable ceremonies, standing motionless on the square's colonnade. During the day, tourists would almost embrace them for photos, and the guards wouldn't move a muscle. Any foreigner who had visited the Vatican would never be surprised by Chinese soldiers after Hong Kong's return; they were religious soldiers, and their habits were probably about the same.

Chen Yi appeared in the dark Vatican with the image of a Level 9 Combat Skill, like a martial arts expert in a small village; no matter how he leaped, jumped, or crawled, using all sorts of tricks, there was no possibility of being discovered by parrot-clad city management officers.

It was in the Pope's small warehouse behind the Sistine Chapel that he encountered a bit of trouble.

The small building looked like a brick-and-concrete structure on the outside, but inside was a vault wrapped entirely in steel, with a defense level far exceeding that of a local bank. It deserved such protection; just one Samothrace Column could sell for tens of millions of dollars—not every Roman column was that valuable, but the things the Pope collected were hardly ordinary. The slightly less valuable ones, besides being placed in the main vault outside, could also be kept in banks elsewhere in the world, so why keep them in the tiny Sistine?

Stanik had no way to deal with this, and said softly into the headphones: "I told you the situation; now it's up to you."

He sat comfortably in the car, not really caring whether Chen Yi could achieve his goal.

Repeated setbacks in Central Asia made Stanik nostalgic for the benefits of power; Chen Yi was someone who could help him—in this regard, it was not so much Chen Yi's identity that moved him as Chen Yi's slap that woke him up. There were many powerful people on this planet, but Chen Yi was one of the few who could defeat him and earn his admiration. Stanik hoped to rely on Chen Yi's abilities, which was why he was willing to help; as for the result, he no longer cared.

Chen Yi thought for a moment, first trying Level 2 Curse Ink: to open the warehouse door of the Sistine Chapel.

It had no effect.

Level 2 Curse Ink could only move two kilograms of objects; there was no way to move a heavy iron door weighing several tons.

"I have to use pure violence." Chen Yi stretched his muscles and bones, then cleared out space in his Storage Ring again. It would be best if he could put the Samothrace Column in the ring; if not, he'd have to do some running.

He fixed his direction, then stepped back several tens of meters, simultaneously covering his entire body with over a meter of thick battle qi, forming a three-meter-wide cone in front of him. With a run-up, surging energy, he sprinted forward.

The cone of battle qi was sharp like a long spear, simultaneously extending forward,

A human at Combat Skill Level had basically departed from the range of normal human muscles and could be called another evolutionary direction, just as sci-fi film and television works often speculated: future technological humans would have big heads and small bodies, short limbs, while the people of the Holy Qiao Kingdom and the West Continent constantly expanded human strength under natural threats.

Chen Yi charged at full speed, and at the moment he broke through the warehouse's outer wall, he again activated his battle qi, making it generate explosive power along with him, as if a shell fired from the safe was pressing against it. A "boom boom boom" explosion sounded, somewhat like nearby thunder, the sound low and the response heavy.

The cries of various vehicles and the safe's alarm mixed together, echoing throughout the Vatican Kingdom and spreading all the way to Italy... Smoke and dust filled the air above the old stone slabs; buildings from several centuries ago exuded a dusty smell from millions of years ago, like an old toilet that had been shoved aside.

Perhaps a steel plate over a meter thick was like rotten meat pierced by a bone; the exploding steel chunks looked like they had been drawn into threads, uglyly splitting to both sides.

A naval cannon hitting the safe would probably result in something like this.

Chen Yi stopped in surprise himself. He estimated his speed was fast, but he hadn't tested exactly how fast. Now it seemed that although the cone of battle qi was very sharp, if he gave it his all, his initial velocity should be several hundred meters per second. It was said that the perfect speed of human muscles was around twenty meters per second; several hundred meters of initial velocity was more than ten times that speed, even exceeding Chen Yi's imagination.

No wonder Kingdom Knights could decide a kingdom; on the battlefield, Kingdom Knights dealing with ordinary peasant armies, beheading a thousand or ten thousand, was too easy.

Before the dust had settled, Chen Yi ran in wrapped in glittering battle qi. He had experimented that as long as the battle qi was thick enough, surveillance cameras were useless.

In the Pope's small warehouse, what good things weren't there?

But Chen Yi didn't even want to look; he went straight for the Samothrace Column. This thing was placed in a floor cabinet on the west side; its outer skin had been stripped away, revealing the grayish-yellow color inside.

The outside was from 2300 years ago, the inside from 1700 years ago; no one knew how the Romans of that year achieved such craftsmanship. Presumably the Holy See knew something; otherwise they wouldn't have sent it to China for exhibition and then brought it back to collect in the most important safe.

The column's length exceeded the standard; Chen Yi tried twice but couldn't put it in the Space Storage Ring, so he simply hoisted it onto his shoulder and ran out. The Vatican totaled 0.1 square kilometers; since the 1970s, when all guards except the Swiss were disbanded, the 110 guards remaining here were the entire armed force. When Chen Yi ran at his fastest speed, the cars behind him actually fell further and further behind; after over a thousand meters, the Italian soldiers at the border were still hesitating whether to fire, but Chen Yi and the Roman column were already behind them.

From Vatican City to Italy was a stone's throw away, but the Vatican's soldiers could no longer exercise their authority. By the time they reported the situation to the border guards and then reported up the chain, the senior management of both sides had already connected by phone—but what good would that do?

Chen Yi ran all the way, running with such enthusiasm that he even gave up the idea of taking a car. He reached Rome on foot in less than two hours, getting lost countless times and dodging people and vehicles countless times, yet he was much faster than a bus.

Liu Xinyu and the others stayed at the Bologna Queen Hotel, which was relatively far from the hotels where tourists gathered; it was used more for official business than tourist guests, but if there was a chauffeur-driven car to cooperate, getting to the city center was still easy. As for Chen Yi, sneaking into such a secluded hotel while carrying the conspicuous Samothrace Column was obviously much easier.

Out of very natural concern, Chen Yi carried the Samothrace Column into Liu Xinyu's room.

The window made a click sound; Liu Xinyu rolled out of bed and threw out her hand to grab the pure copper lamp base. Fortunately, she recognized Chen Yi's face, so she didn't throw it.

"What's wrong?"

"I brought back something good." Chen Yi panted as he stood the Samothrace Column upright in the exact center of the reception room. Different Roman columns had different values; the patterns, ages, and artistic levels on them had considerable gaps, so the prices naturally varied greatly.

Liu Xinyu looked at it with half-understanding and asked, "Is it very valuable?"

"Mm."

"Stole it?"

"Was it on the news?"

Liu Xinyu immediately turned on the TV and switched to a local Rome channel. Foreign reporters were relatively professional; TV stations broadcasting news would have some fresh things even late at night.

After listening for a while, she smiled and said, "It seems there are no reports of cultural relic theft."

"Mm, then it's not stolen."

Liu Xinyu shook her head with a smile, turned, and went to the bathroom, saying, "I'm going to wash my face."

"Not sleeping?"

"I'm awake, and there's jet lag."

Chen Yi went to bed carefree. He had waited alone in the Vatican after the tourists left, his nervous mood quite excited; now that he relaxed, he naturally felt sleepy.

Liu Xinyu tidied up and came back, seeing Chen Yi lying on his back snoring softly. She helplessly covered him with a quilt and went to watch TV herself.

The next day.

When Chen Yi woke up, he saw Liu Xinyu there studying the Samothrace Column—really studying it, with a magnifying glass as thick as a child's head, just two centimeters from the column.

"Does it look good?"

"Not bad. Although I can't put it into words, it's not inferior to Trajan's Column."

"Have you been to Rome?" He had returned last night already in the evening; surely he had no time to visit the square.

Liu Xinyu smiled and said, "Once."

"Can you understand it?"

"A little bit."

Chen Yi also pretended to look at it. His artistic cells were amazingly scarce; even though, under his mother's coercion, he had visited many art exhibitions and galleries, and even received guidance from professional painters, he still knew the surface but not the heart. Fang Manyi's artistic level was quite good, especially liking oil painting and sculpture, but limited by their high prices and her status as a Chen family daughter-in-law, besides being able to see not a few artworks collected domestically, it was hard to have the opportunity to visit abroad.

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【4】 Protagonist:

【5】 Chen Yi

【6】 That night, everyone was asleep; only Chen Yi and the guards were strolling on St. Peter's Square.

【7】 As the smallest country in the world, the Vatican's area and scale were roughly equivalent to an ordinary village, and its buildings were old; unless a Chinese person became Pope, there would be no room for demolition. Looking at it this way, given China's current level of development, one day Huaxi Village would be built better than it.

【8】 The Swiss Guard resembled the Chinese military, with impeccable ceremonies, standing motionless on the square's colonnade. During the day, tourists would almost embrace them for photos, and the guards wouldn't move a muscle. Any foreigner who had visited the Vatican would never be surprised by Chinese soldiers after Hong Kong's return; they were religious soldiers, and their habits were probably about the same.

【9】 Chen Yi appeared in the dark Vatican with the image of a Level 9 Combat Skill, like a martial arts expert in a small village; no matter how he leaped, jumped, or crawled, using all sorts of tricks, there was no possibility of being discovered by parrot-clad city management officers.

【10】 It was in the Pope's small warehouse behind the Sistine Chapel that he encountered a bit of trouble.

【11】 The small building looked like a brick-and-concrete structure on the outside, but inside was a vault wrapped entirely in steel, with a defense level far exceeding that of a local bank. It deserved such protection; just one Samothrace Column could sell for tens of millions of dollars—not every Roman column was that valuable, but the things the Pope collected were hardly ordinary. The slightly less valuable ones, besides being placed in the main vault outside, could also be kept in banks elsewhere in the world, so why keep them in the tiny Sistine?

【12】 Stanik had no way to deal with this, and said softly into the headphones: "I told you the situation; now it's up to you."

【13】 He sat comfortably in the car, not really caring whether Chen Yi could achieve his goal.

【14】 Repeated setbacks in Central Asia made Stanik nostalgic for the benefits of power; Chen Yi was someone who could help him—in this regard, it was not so much Chen Yi's identity that moved him as Chen Yi's slap that woke him up. There were many powerful people on this planet, but Chen Yi was one of the few who could defeat him and earn his admiration. Stanik hoped to rely on Chen Yi's abilities, which was why he was willing to help; as for the result, he no longer cared.

【15】 Chen Yi thought for a moment, first trying Level 2 Curse Ink: to open the warehouse door of the Sistine Chapel.

【16】 It had no effect.

【17】 Level 2 Curse Ink could only move two kilograms of objects; there was no way to move a heavy iron door weighing several tons.

【18】 "I have to use pure violence." Chen Yi stretched his muscles and bones, then cleared out space in his Storage Ring again. It would be best if he could put the Samothrace Column in the ring; if not, he'd have to do some running.

【19】 He fixed his direction, then stepped back several tens of meters, simultaneously covering his entire body with over a meter of thick battle qi, forming a three-meter-wide cone in front of him. With a run-up, surging energy, he sprinted forward.

【20】 The cone of battle qi was sharp like a long spear, simultaneously extending forward,

【21】 A human at Combat Skill Level had basically departed from the range of normal human muscles and could be called another evolutionary direction, just as sci-fi film and television works often speculated: future technological humans would have big heads and small bodies, short limbs, while the people of the Holy Qiao Kingdom and the West Continent constantly expanded human strength under natural threats.

【22】 Chen Yi charged at full speed, and at the moment he broke through the warehouse's outer wall, he again activated his battle qi, making it generate explosive power along with him, as if a shell fired from the safe was pressing against it. A "boom boom boom" explosion sounded, somewhat like nearby thunder, the sound low and the response heavy.

【23】 The cries of various vehicles and the safe's alarm mixed together, echoing throughout the Vatican Kingdom and spreading all the way to Italy... Smoke and dust filled the air above the old stone slabs; buildings from several centuries ago exuded a dusty smell from millions of years ago, like an old toilet that had been shoved aside.

【24】 Perhaps a steel plate over a meter thick was like rotten meat pierced by a bone; the exploding steel chunks looked like they had been drawn into threads, uglyly splitting to both sides.

【25】 A naval cannon hitting the safe would probably result in something like this.

【26】 Chen Yi stopped in surprise himself. He estimated his speed was fast, but he hadn't tested exactly how fast. Now it seemed that although the cone of battle qi was very sharp, if he gave it his all, his initial velocity should be several hundred meters per second. It was said that the perfect speed of human muscles was around twenty meters per second; several hundred meters of initial velocity was more than ten times that speed, even exceeding Chen Yi's imagination.

【27】 No wonder Kingdom Knights could decide a kingdom; on the battlefield, Kingdom Knights dealing with ordinary peasant armies, beheading a thousand or ten thousand, was too easy.

【28】 Before the dust had settled, Chen Yi ran in wrapped in glittering battle qi. He had experimented that as long as the battle qi was thick enough, surveillance cameras were useless.

【29】 In the Pope's small warehouse, what good things weren't there?

【30】 But Chen Yi didn't even want to look; he went straight for the Samothrace Column. This thing was placed in a floor cabinet on the west side; its outer skin had been stripped away, revealing the grayish-yellow color inside.

【31】 The outside was from 2300 years ago, the inside from 1700 years ago; no one knew how the Romans of that year achieved such craftsmanship. Presumably the Holy See knew something; otherwise they wouldn't have sent it to China for exhibition and then brought it back to collect in the most important safe.

【32】 The column's length exceeded the standard; Chen Yi tried twice but couldn't put it in the Space Storage Ring, so he simply hoisted it onto his shoulder and ran out. The Vatican totaled 0.1 square kilometers; since the 1970s, when all guards except the Swiss were disbanded, the 110 guards remaining here were the entire armed force. When Chen Yi ran at his fastest speed, the cars behind him actually fell further and further behind; after over a thousand meters, the Italian soldiers at the border were still hesitating whether to fire, but Chen Yi and the Roman column were already behind them.

【33】 From Vatican City to Italy was a stone's throw away, but the Vatican's soldiers could no longer exercise their authority. By the time they reported the situation to the border guards and then reported up the chain, the senior management of both sides had already connected by phone—but what good would that do?

【34】 Chen Yi ran all the way, running with such enthusiasm that he even gave up the idea of taking a car. He reached Rome on foot in less than two hours, getting lost countless times and dodging people and vehicles countless times, yet he was much faster than a bus.

【35】 Liu Xinyu and the others stayed at the Bologna Queen Hotel, which was relatively far from the hotels where tourists gathered; it was used more for official business than tourist guests, but if there was a chauffeur-driven car to cooperate, getting to the city center was still easy. As for Chen Yi, sneaking into such a secluded hotel while carrying the conspicuous Samothrace Column was obviously much easier.

【36】 Out of very natural concern, Chen Yi carried the Samothrace Column into Liu Xinyu's room.

【37】 The window made a click sound; Liu Xinyu rolled out of bed and threw out her hand to grab the pure copper lamp base. Fortunately, she recognized Chen Yi's face, so she didn't throw it.

【38】 "What's wrong?"

【39】 "I brought back something good." Chen Yi panted as he stood the Samothrace Column upright in the exact center of the reception room. Different Roman columns had different values; the patterns, ages, and artistic levels on them had considerable gaps, so the prices naturally varied greatly.

【40】 Liu Xinyu looked at it with half-understanding and asked, "Is it very valuable?"

【41】 "Mm."

【42】 "Stole it?"

【43】 "Was it on the news?"

【44】 Liu Xinyu immediately turned on the TV and switched to a local Rome channel. Foreign reporters were relatively professional; TV stations broadcasting news would have some fresh things even late at night.

【45】 After listening for a while, she smiled and said, "It seems there are no reports of cultural relic theft."

【46】 "Mm, then it's not stolen."

【47】 Liu Xinyu shook her head with a smile, turned, and went to the bathroom, saying, "I'm going to wash my face."

【48】 "Not sleeping?"

【49】 "I'm awake, and there's jet lag."

【50】 Chen Yi went to bed carefree. He had waited alone in the Vatican after the tourists left, his nervous mood quite excited; now that he relaxed, he naturally felt sleepy.

【51】 Liu Xinyu tidied up and came back, seeing Chen Yi lying on his back snoring softly. She helplessly covered him with a quilt and went to watch TV herself.

【52】 The next day.

【53】 When Chen Yi woke up, he saw Liu Xinyu there studying the Samothrace Column—really studying it, with a magnifying glass as thick as a child's head, just two centimeters from the column.

【54】 "Does it look good?"

【55】 "Not bad. Although I can't put it into words, it's not inferior to Trajan's Column."

【56】 "Have you been to Rome?" He had returned last night already in the evening; surely he had no time to visit the square.

【57】 Liu Xinyu smiled and said, "Once."

【58】 "Can you understand it?"

【59】 "A little bit."

【60】 Chen Yi also pretended to look at it. His artistic cells were amazingly scarce; even though, under his mother's coercion, he had visited many art exhibitions and galleries, and even received guidance from professional painters, he still knew the surface but not the heart. Fang Manyi's artistic level was quite good, especially liking oil painting and sculpture, but limited by their high prices and her status as a Chen family daughter-in-law, besides being able to see not a few artworks collected domestically, it was hard to have the opportunity to visit abroad.

Actually, there is a reason ladies prefer foreign artworks: Chinese paintings and calligraphy have been created by men from beginning to end. Although a few small drops in the long river of history may have been passed down by women, overall, its creation, spread, transformation, and development were all led by men, even completed entirely by men. Not considering the factor of ancient pure homosexuality, Chinese painting is the artwork of Chinese men, and with its proud freehand style, it is only natural that it is not endorsed by those who are not lovers of national learning.

Seeing that Liu Xinyu seemed to truly like it, Chen Yi smiled and said: "We will stay in Rome for two days, then go to New York; you can go have fun today."

"I thought you would give it to me."

"This is troublesome." Chen Yi said half-seriously, half-jokingly; he also did not know whether the subway would be willing to accommodate it.

"What about you?"

"Dealing with trouble."

The sky outside was already bright; Liu Xinyu said no more, reluctantly left the pillar, and smiled again, saying: "When I come back, should I bring something?"

"No need, I'll call for hotel takeout."

"The flight attendant?"

"Ah?"

Liu Xinyu had already walked away, swaying her white calves.

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