fanqie novel
Chapter 274
In the gallery’s video surveillance backroom, James was lounging in his chair. His gaze rested casually on the array of screens before him. Though darkness had enveloped the exhibit hall below, the monitors told a different story, painting a picture that was far from pitch black.
Wyatt stood by James‘ side. His eyes too were fixed on the surveillance feed.
Downstairs, the main exhibit hall was in utter chaos, while the upper level was even more crowded. The sudden blackout had triggered a panicked stampede among the visitors, who, stumbling in the dark, were more likely to trip the infrared beams.
Tripping those beams would set off the gallery’s intricate traps, potentially harming many. Considering the guests were a mix of national and international elites and tycoons, an incident in the gallery could lead to a public relations nightmare.
Wyatt, with a face ashen as storm clouds, said, “Boss, we might have to shut down all the security mechanisms.”
Damn it, those bastards actually dared to pull this off, using human lives to force them into disabling the gallery’s security system.
James‘ fingers were idly drumming on the armrest of his chair. His expression was as serene as a summer sky. After several seconds, he uttered a nonchalant “Hmm.”
Wyatt relayed a few commands into his headset. Instantly, the entire array of the gallery’s lethal security devices, including the infrared sensors, was deactivated.
“Lock down all the exits,” James said coolly.
Wyatt complied. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.
“Seal off the stairways between the first and second floors.”
“Activate the corridor infrared alarm.”
“Turn on the signal jammer.”
“Start up the…”
Each command flowed from James in a calm, measured sequence, showing no sign of perturbation despite the disarray below.
Meanwhile, Mirabella was blending into the crowd. Her head never once tilted upward to glance at the ceiling since she had entered the gallery. She was aware of the countless cameras hidden and visible overhead. Despite the darkness shrouding the gallery, she knew the backroom screens would be as clear as daylight.
Mirabella’s gaze narrowed slightly as she noted the infrared beams around the artifacts had been turned off. It meant anyone could now approach these treasures without the risk of
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triggering the traps. Although the items could be safely taken, whether one could leave the gallery alive was a completely different matter.
Soon, the two people who had vanished from sight reappeared as if they had been waiting for this moment. Their goal was clear: to snatch the jade centerpiece of the exhibit.
Amidst the crowd, Mirabella watched their actions and shook her head. She wondered which underground ring had sent such inept thieves – it was almost unbearable to watch.
They were bold enough to bet on the gallery’s security being disabled with the lives of many. but how could they fail to see that the entire gallery was already a spider’s web?
Did they really think the emerald pendant was just sitting there for the taking?
Just as the two people began to cut a small section of the glass casing with a precision cutter, Curtis, who had already locked onto the pair like a predator, silently instructed his men to close in on them.
Mirabella glanced at Curtis. His scar running from his ear to the back of his head was unforgettable. She touched her nose thoughtfully, then turned her attention back to the oblivious foreign thieves, unable to bear the sight any longer.
She fiddled with the watch on her wrist.