Mission Complete

Late at night,

Osaka,

Fujita Museum.

"Boss, all surveillance feeds have been switched to fixed images." Jiang Hao stood at the entrance to the exhibition hall as Jack's voice came through the communicator.

"My Knight Henry, please open the door for me," Jiang Hao said into the microphone.

"OK."

As soon as he finished speaking, the iron door opened automatically with a click. Jiang Hao strolled inside.

"Boss, all infrared detectors have been shut down."

"Indoor surveillance disabled."

"Safe opened."

Jiang Hao wandered through the museum as though it were his own backyard, taking anything he liked into his storage space.

Fujita Museum was famous not only because it housed numerous Chinese artifacts, but also because it possessed nine artifacts designated as Japanese national treasures.

The Southern Song Dynasty Yohen Tenmoku tea bowl, one scroll of The Diary of Lady Murasaki Illustrated Scrolls, the twelve-scroll Illustrated Biography of Xuanzang held by Kofukuji Temple, Fujiwara Nobufusa's handwritten Great Perfection of Wisdom Sutra, the oldest surviving poetry-and-painting scroll New Moon at the Brushwood Gate, the Heian-era Illustrations of Miraculous Responses to the Two Great Sutras, a maki-e sutra box decorated with Buddhist merits, the eleventh-century waka manuscript Secret Notes from the Deep Window, and the Hachiman Shrine sacred treasure "Maki-e Armrest with Flowers and Butterflies."

He would take the Chinese ones, but should he leave the Japanese ones behind for them?

Jiang Hao pondered deeply for 0.02 seconds, about as fast as he could fire a gun, then made his decision. It would be impolite not to reciprocate. Better take them too. He wondered what the Japanese would think when these items showed up in China.

He looked forward to it.

Media wars, propaganda wars, Foreign Ministry spokesperson wars—those were the most entertaining.

Full.

His storage space was full.

Jiang Hao strolled