"Wow! Sean, aren't you being a little exaggerated?"
"You are not an exploration company. You are basically a military contractor."
As soon as they met, Allen said in surprise.
Others in the lobby couldn't help but feel frightened when they looked at Xiao Ran and the others who were fully armed.
The general manager of the Plaza Hotel, who was also in the lobby, was complaining secretly.
Are these bastards really here to hunt for treasure in New York? Or are you here to fight?
Xiao Ran quickly glanced at the lobby scene, then smiled and said:
"Alan, I believe you have heard what will happen in Manhattan today."
"I have to be careful, but I hope my caution is unnecessary."
Allen paused, then nodded.
"Of course I have heard that there is a large Black Lives Matter demonstration today, supposedly to protest against police brutality."
"The route of the parade may partially overlap with our escort route. It is indeed very dangerous, so be careful."
After chatting for a while, everyone walked towards the hotel entrance together.
During the march, Allen whispered seemingly casually:
"I heard that the liar Wilson was hit by a car and died last night. This is really good news. He deserved his death!"
Xiao Ran turned his head to look at this guy, and then shook his head indifferently.
"You don't have to be so careful, Allen. Because of Wilson's accidental death, guys from the FBI and the Crime Unit came to see me just now."
"Based on time, when Wilson was hit and killed last night, I was discussing cooperation matters with the two general managers of Sotheby's and Christie's."
"That is to say, I have sufficient alibi, and I was very busy yesterday and had no time to deal with those dead liars. Their death has nothing to do with me."
"Those who killed those liars may be the victims who were deceived by them before. They are back to take revenge. This is called deserved punishment and death!"
"Wow! So that's it"
Allen said suddenly, but there was still some doubt in his eyes.
He has also heard some legends about Xiao Ran's ruthlessness.
Although he didn't completely believe it, he also knew that those legends were by no means groundless.
The fact that Xiao Ran and the others were fully armed at this time was enough to prove this point.
Then, the guy whispered another reminder.
"Sean, although this matter has nothing to do with you, you'd better be careful."
"Those dead liars are a gang. The others may think that you killed Wilson, and they may come to take revenge."
Xiao Ran shook his head disdainfully.
"What you should be careful about are those die-hard liars. The killer who killed Wilson might seek revenge on them."
"I guess those scammers are so scared right now that they don't even dare to go out for fear of being hit by someone driving a big car."
The truth is as he said.
Wilson and the others were knocked to death on the street, frightening the courage of the other dead crooks.
Some of them drove overnight to escape Manhattan and even New York.
He hid in a place he thought was secret to escape pursuit, for fear of being killed.
Those who had not escaped from New York had also changed their residences. They were hiding at home and did not dare to go out. They were in constant fear all day long.
In the eyes of these guys, the only person who could directly kill Wilson and the others with such cruel means was Xiao Ran.
They really couldn't remember when they had deceived such a ruthless person.
After much deliberation, Xiao Ran was the only one who could match the number and had the ability to kill immediately.
After hearing about Wilson's tragic death, how dare the other swindlers secretly plot against Xiao Ran? It's no different from seeking death.
They just wanted to hide away now. Xiao Ran didn't even dare to go out on the street until he left New York.
However, Xiao Ran had no intention of letting them go.
Just now, he asked Sam to contact two private investigators to keep an eye on the remaining scammers.
If those scammers did anything untoward, he would receive the news as soon as possible.
He also believed that those die-hard liars would probably be killed before he took action, just like the two Wilson liars.
While they were talking, everyone had already walked out of the Plaza Hotel.
At this time, the escort convoy had arrived at the entrance of the hotel and stopped for a long time.
Utilizing the tall bodies of numerous bulletproof SUVs and armored escort vehicles, the convoy almost blocked all views from the outside.
Even so, before walking out of the hotel door, Xiao Ran secretly turned on the clairvoyance and conducted some investigation.
He quickly looked through all the vehicles parked in front of the Plaza Hotel, the numerous media reporters gathered, and even several buildings on the side of Fifth Avenue.
After making sure it was safe, he walked out of the hotel door with confidence.
When they saw the group of people coming out, several media reporters standing outside the cordon on the side of the door were immediately stunned and looked at Xiao Ran and the others in dumbfounded ways.
Fortunately, these guys have been on the battlefield for a long time, and they woke up in a blink of an eye.
Immediately afterwards, these guys started to ask questions loudly at the top of their lungs, as if they had been given a shot of blood.
"Good morning, Mr. Sean, I am a reporter from the New York Times. Why are you all armed? Are you escorting some treasure?"
"Good morning, Mr. Sean, I am a reporter from NBC. What do you plan to do with the three violins of the master Paganini? Will you keep them in New York?"
Upon hearing these questions from media reporters, Xiao Ran immediately stopped and looked at these so-called uncrowned kings.
In his eyes, these guys are now available for exploitation.
He glanced at these guys, then smiled and said loudly:
"Good morning, friends from the media, I'm Sean, nice to see you all here."
"The reason why we are fully armed is because we have to escort some top antiques and artworks to the bank vault."
“The security measures at the Plaza Hotel are very good, but still not as good as a bank vault. This is for safety reasons.”
"As for the violins of the artistic master Paganini, there is a high probability that they will stay in New York, so you don't have to worry."
After briefly answering a few questions and achieving his goal, Xiao Ran ended his interaction with these media reporters.
Then, he came to the Escalade President No. 1 bulletproof SUV parked at the main entrance of the hotel, and was about to get in the car and leave.
Almost at the same time he boarded the Presidential One, a loud noise suddenly came from the north side of Fifth Avenue.
"We can't breathe, die police!"
Accompanied by angry protest slogans one after another, there were also bursts of shrill sirens.
In the distance above the Metropolitan Museum, two medium-sized police helicopters also appeared, roaring and circling in the sky.
No need to ask, the demonstration team of the Black Lives Matter movement came over, and they were still about 600 to 700 meters away from the Plaza Hotel.
Upon hearing the noise, the expressions of everyone present changed, and they all turned their heads to look north.
Xiao Ran did the same and glanced at the north.
Then, he suddenly said loudly:
"Guys, get in the car right away. Let's get out of here and try not to run into the demonstrations."
"The police are expected to close the road soon. We must leave immediately, otherwise we are likely to be blocked here."
After saying that, he got directly into the car.
Following closely behind, David and the others also got into the car without any hesitation.
In the blink of an eye, the escort convoy started with a bang and drove away from the Plaza Hotel.
After exiting the Plaza Hotel, the motorcade immediately turned right, onto Fifth Avenue next to it, and headed south.
As a result, they could only move forward fifty or sixty meters when a group of New York police cars roared over and blocked the intersection downstairs of the Plaza Hotel.
That's the intersection of Fifty-ninth Street and Fifth Avenue, a very important transportation node.
The purpose of the police blocking this intersection was very clear.
That is to control the scale of the Black Lives Matter movement demonstration and prevent the protest from spreading to the entire island of Manhattan.
They plan to control the demonstration on the prescribed route, thereby controlling the crowd of demonstrators and minimizing losses.
After arriving at the intersection, the police immediately separated some police cars and crossed the east and west intersections, cutting off the east-west 59th Street.
They left only one stretch of Fifth Avenue from north to south, allowing pedestrians and vehicles on Fifth Avenue to leave as quickly as possible.
Vehicles traveling from south to north along Fifth Avenue can only make an immediate U-turn or detour off Fifth Avenue from other streets.
In the blink of an eye, Fifth Avenue was in chaos.
The sound of shrill car horns and angry curses could be heard one after another.
As for the row upon row of luxury stores on both sides of the street, they have long been closed and their doors locked.
These luxury stores are all top-notch. Each one uses large and thick wooden boards to completely nail the doors and windows, making them airtight.
The reason why they do this is because they are afraid that zero-dollar shopping activities will patronize their own stores.
Nowadays, almost every Black Lives Matter demonstration is accompanied by crazy smashing, looting and burning, as well as collective zero-dollar shopping sprees!
Faced with this situation, all businesses are on tenterhooks.
There wasn't much they could do, which was to board up their shop.
But how effective can those wooden boards nailed to the doors and windows be?
Seeing the chaotic Fifth Avenue outside the car window, Xiao Ran shook his head helplessly.
"Who would have thought that New York would be in such a mess. I hope everything goes well for us today."
When he said this, his eyes hidden under his sunglasses were full of gloating smiles.
As he spoke, the convoy was quickly heading south.
Behind the motorcade, a large, boundless black cloud was sweeping in from the north of Fifth Avenue.
