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  The sea, the endless sea, Wu Ming kept swimming and swimming, he didn't know how long he had been swimming, just when he was exhausted, he arrived at a small yacht, but he no longer had the strength to call for help, a huge wave engulfed him...

  Wu Ming suddenly opened his eyes, blinked a few times, and his mind was a complete blank. He subconsciously looked around, the bar had no customers in the morning, and the manager was cleaning up.

  It was just a dream, but this dream was too real, it seemed to be part of the missing memory. Wu Ming let out a long sigh and shook his head helplessly. Fortunately, yesterday's memories were still there, and what lingered in his mind was still that beautiful woman's towering chest.

  He stretched his waist, and Wu Ming subconsciously stretched out his left wrist. Without a watch, he couldn't tell the time from the sparse hairs on his arm. Habit was a terrible thing; even if you lost your memory, your body would still faithfully execute some habitual actions.

  Come out, a scent of pork and scallions wafted into the nostrils, Wu Ming found the place where the scent was emitted, a breakfast shop called "McDonald's".

  He ate three scallion pancakes and took a taxi from the business street. To survive on this planet, he still had to buy many necessities...

  12:00 noon, Pang Hai City Long-distance Bus Station.

  A head of flowing black shoulder-length hair, with a large pair of sunglasses on her face. From afar, she's more beautiful than a flower, but up close, she's a bit of a mess. Take a closer look, and damn it, she's a stunning beauty!

  This is Wu Ming. His bald head was too dazzling, so he bought a female wig and used glasses to cover half of his face, slightly disguising himself just to keep a low profile.

  Carrying a Hermès suitcase, wearing a Swiss Army watch on his wrist, carrying an LV men's bag on his shoulder, and holding an Apple mobile phone in his hand, he is really too low-key!

  However, there were only a few people in the bus station who could recognize genuine luxury brands, and they all thought Wu Ming's outfit was "fake". Of course, it's not surprising that others would think so - how could someone wearing top-of-the-line luxury brands possibly appear at a long-distance bus station?

  No ID, can't even buy a ticket, and even the train requires real-name registration, Wu Ming had no choice but to take the bus.

  Wu Ming sat in the waiting hall playing with his phone listlessly after buying a ticket to Zhonghai City.

  "The express train to Zhonghai City is ready to depart at 13:00. Please bring your luggage and tickets, and board the train at Gate 7 for ticket checking." The station's broadcast sounded.

  Xing Ming put his mobile phone in his pocket and picked up his luggage, heading towards Gate 7, Zhonghai City, the only familiar place name in Huaxia that he remembered.

  Can lost memories be found there? Xian Ming had a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, and boarded the long-distance bus...

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  Capital City, National Security Bureau.

  In a closed conference room, two men and one woman sat, each with a sheet of materials in front of them, while the long red wooden table beside was filled with calligraphy and antiques.

  "British Chinese, Will Fox?"

  The first to speak was a standard classical beauty, with eyebrows that were naturally shaped like willows and lips that were red as cherries without the need for makeup. Her bright almond eyes shone with a hint of sharpness, and her smooth oval face, though unadorned with powder or rouge, was flawless and could be called a natural beauty.

  If beauty is a crime, then this woman is guilty of a major felony.

  "Since Xiaoyu understands this English name, he should know what it means, right?" asked a man in his fifties with a smile.

  "A white fox." The beautiful woman named Xiaoyu blurted out, and after a moment's thought, she hastily asked: "Silver Fox?"

  A middle-aged man smiled slightly and said proudly: "That's right, he is the great thief Silver Fox who helped us retrieve dozens of national treasures."

  "Hmph... Don't make him sound like some kind of heroic thief, he's just a despicable criminal who has committed over 2,000 burglaries in several years and is an international fugitive." Little Rain beauty coldly snorted.

  The middle-aged man smiled slightly awkwardly and didn't say anything.

  An old man with some gray hair in his temples showed a hint of wisdom in his eyes, and smiled: "This criminal is only twenty-eight years old this year. Even if he started at eighteen, ten years would be three thousand six hundred and fifty days. To say that more than two thousand cases were all done by him, it's too far-fetched, unless he can fly through the sky."

  "Is it? Is it? How is this possible?"

  "How come I feel like you two are covering up for him?" Little Rain beauty's face was filled with suspicion.

  A middle-aged man coughed twice and said, "What are you talking about? I'm just being realistic with the director."

  The old man said slowly: "I only know that this criminal is quite patriotic, when he sent back the first national treasure, he attached a note saying that he wanted to steal back one by one the lost national treasures of Huaxia..." As he spoke, he glanced at the array of rare and precious treasures beside him, revealing a bitter smile, and continued: "However, the trouble he has brought us is not small, these national treasures he stole back are all hot potatoes."

  The little rain beauty stood up, walked to the side of the treasure, casually picked up a painting and sneered: "The trouble is not ordinary, this is the famous ancient painting 'Huangshi Cangsong Map' that we gave to the American Museum 20 years after the establishment of diplomatic relations between China and the United States. I didn't expect it to be stolen back by this bastard."

  The old man and the middle-aged man were both sweating profusely.

  "Also, is this bastard really Chinese?" Xiaoyu beauty picked up another painting and unfolded it, her face red with excitement, "This 'Xiangfei out of the bath' painting is indeed an ancient painting, but the figure from head to toe is naked, was the Qing dynasty's style so open? This is simply a Western-style painting."

  The old man and middle-aged man dryly smiled at each other...

  The beauty in the rain changed another painting, and said with a hiss: "Qingming Shanghe Map, signed 'Longyang Jushi'..." As she spoke, her face suddenly turned cold, and she continued: "What's the point of picking up a king from the river? My grandfather has studied calligraphy and painting for so many years, but even he hasn't heard of this damn Long Yang Ju Shi."

  "Cough... although it has a bit of an awkward flavor to it, it's still a classic painting after all." The middle-aged man smiled somewhat forcedly.

  "I don't understand antiques, but..." Xiaoyu beauty picked up a 30-centimeter-tall bronze statue of a cow-riding Buddha and said faintly: "This golden Buddha should be the national treasure of India, not our Huaxia's."

  The old man sighed and said, "There are golden clothes with snake heads and human bodies in here. This Silver Fox really knows little about Chinese culture. For these treasures, I've had a headache for five years."

  A middle-aged man also sighed on the side: "Alas... many of these national treasures were lost during the Qing Dynasty, and several pieces are already on display in someone else's museum, it's really not easy to deal with!"

  The beautiful woman with a small raincoat flipped through the white pages and said: "What's even more headache-inducing are those antiques that don't belong to China, there are over ten pieces here."

  The middle-aged man's face turned increasingly gloomy as he said, "If any of these things are taken out and revealed to the world, wouldn't it stir up great chaos?"

  The old man's face was filled with regret, saying: "At the time when 'Huang Yu Nan Gua' was returned to the Huaxia Museum, our national security should not have intervened, it was a mistake..." As he spoke, he showed an angry expression and continued: "Who knew that this silver fox would be so formidable, stealing so many rare treasures without ever losing his hand, every year sending back several national treasures to our museum."

  "Tens of meetings have been held in various departments and offices, yet still no concrete solution can be reached. These national treasures are almost becoming the private collection of our country's security department."

  "Right, Director, didn't you call me here to discuss the Japanese plane exploding in our territorial waters?" Little Rain beauty changed the subject with a familiar tune that couldn't produce any new melody.

  The old man said seriously to Xiaoyu beauty: "Do you know that Silver Fox was caught in Japan?"

  The beautiful woman nodded slightly and said with a blush: "I heard he was because of stealing... hum..."

  A middle-aged man smiled brightly and pointed at the photo of the silver fox in the materials, saying: "Just look at this face, do you think those gossip reports are credible?"

  The silver fox in the photo has shoulder-length black hair, a long face like a sesame seed cake, and is pockmarked all over, can be said to be disfigured beyond recognition. The little rain beauty pursed her small mouth and didn't say anything refuting it.

  The old man showed a hint of majesty and said, "Alright, let's get down to business."

  A middle-aged man's face was stern and he said solemnly: "The plane that crashed a few days ago was the one that was transporting Silver Fox..."

  "What?" The beautiful woman Xiaoyu exclaimed, interrupting the middle-aged man's words, and then asked: "Is Silver Fox dead?"

  A middle-aged man nodded and said, "According to the Japanese side's revelation, the last communication sent back by the plane said that the wing exploded and caught fire, and then the plane crashed in our sea area. The people on the plane should have no chance of survival."

  "The old man continued: 'Now the joint investigation team of Japan and Britain has arrived in China, asking us to cooperate with each department. This silver fox is a British citizen, belonging to international criminal affairs, may also involve terrorist organizations, so it's under our jurisdiction.'"

  "Has the plane's black box been found?"

  The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "No, the plane was lost at sea, the specific location coordinates are not clear enough, and it is difficult to salvage. We don't have that technology."

  The beautiful woman in the raincoat said irritably: "Then what are we going to investigate?"

  A middle-aged man shrugged and said, "The Japanese side has brought many experts in this field, as well as a professional salvage team of several hundred people. Anyway, the public security and coast guard will intervene, our national security is just going through the motions, it's not our business."

  The beautiful woman in a silver fox coat snorted: "What's the difference between the information about our Silver Fox and the physical examination report? You want us to cooperate, but you're not willing to reveal anything."

  A middle-aged man smiled wryly and said, "Just a few months ago we just found out that Silver Fox was a man. Now we at least know that Silver Fox is a young man...and dead." After making a joke, he paused for a moment before continuing, "Because Silver Fox is only a suspect and has not been tried in court, there is no criminal record."

  The beautiful woman with a puzzled expression asked, "Why can the Japanese side be sure that this British Chinese named Will Fox is Silver Fox? Is it because the suspect confessed or do they have some evidence?"

  A middle-aged man spread his hands and said, "I don't know. I went to the Japanese embassy with the director this morning and met the head of the investigation team. They were very tight-lipped and wouldn't reveal anything. However, they insisted that this Will Fox was the notorious Silver Fox thief."

  The old man who had been silent for a long time stood up and said, "Alright, you guys deal with the specifics yourselves? Help those who need help, assist those who need assistance. I'll go to the Cultural Relics Management Department to see if they can handle these treasures."

  This is not a hot potato, but a whole basket. Who dares to take it? The middle-aged man and the beautiful young woman looked at each other, both shook their heads, and showed a helpless expression.

  After entering the password fingerprint, the secret meeting room door opened and three people walked out...

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  The rising sun slowly rises, the streetlights on the wide streets are slowly extinguished, and the towering skyscrapers stand tall. This is Zhonghai City, a place where every inch of land is worth its weight in gold, where even tens of thousands of yuan can't buy a single grave.

  To put it bluntly, having no money means you can't even afford a place to die!

  After taking a 16-hour bus ride, Wu Ming didn't feel the slightest bit of fatigue, and his footsteps were still light as he walked out of the station. However, he felt a little apprehensive in his heart, with a hint of homesickness.

  The Mediterranean's rivers, the Mediterranean's waters, the thighs of the beautiful women of the Mediterranean. Even if I lose my memory, the name "Mediterranean" will still linger in my heart, haunting me like a ghost. This is perhaps where I was born and raised. A faint haze appeared in Wu Ming's eyes.

  I'm Hu Han San again!

  Wu Ming felt a surge of excitement in his chest, and he still didn't know who Hu Han San was until now.

  It's no wonder it's an international metropolis, as soon as Wu Ming walked out of the station, a blonde-haired foreign girl ran past him, and her huge breasts caught his attention.

  Whoops!

  "Splat......" A lump of firm and excellent dog shit was flattened by Wu Ming's foot.

  He hadn't even gotten far from the starting line when he slipped and fell into a pile of crap, it was enough to make people burst out laughing, fortunately there weren't many people around, Wu Ming's face turned bright red as he scraped off the filth from his shoes and walked towards the taxi waiting by the side of the road...

  "Brother, where are you going?"

  "Punan District Longkou Mountain." Wu Ming faintly spat out a place name, which was a deeply branded name in his heart.

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