Chapter 285 Where Did The Dagger Go (1/2)

Chapter 285: Where Did The Dagger Go

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

”Uncle, what’s wrong?” the young man asked anxiously.

Farhad carried the TV and shouted in a panic, ”Where’s the dagger? Where’s the dagger I put in here? Where did the dagger go?”

The few of them were stunned. ”Where did you put it? Didn’t you put it here yourself?”

To keep it a secret, Farhad had personally hidden the valuable dagger—nobody else had known where it had been hidden.

This dagger was a tool used by the recently overthrown Gaddafi to decorate his office. Its base was made of rare black onyx, while its sheath and handle were of ivory-like material. It was affixed with diamonds, red rubies, sapphires, emeralds, opals, and other precious stones.

Someone in Farhad’s group had been one of Gaddafi’s guards, and had stolen this dagger amid the chaos.

But in America, such artifacts which had been brought into the country without being reported were considered contraband, and could not be publicly sold or auctioned.

Hence, these men had thought of the idea to use the storage auction as a cover to reveal the dagger, and then sell it at an auction at Christie’s or Sotheby’s.

But of course, with American law, it was not so easy to sell a contraband item, otherwise storage auctions would have been swamped by money launderers and smugglers.

To have displayed the dagger at an auction was the first step to selling it. There were other steps to follow, which would require the help of other organizations—it was extremely troublesome.

But they no longer had any trouble to deal with, since the dagger was missing.

Hearing what Farhad said, the young man asked in shock, ”Uncle, y-y-y-you hid the dagger in the TV?”

Farhad shouted, ”Of course, I had already thought of the story—just say someone had stolen this dagger and hid it in the TV to be smuggled into America—”

”But since the dagger had been painstakingly smuggled over, why would it be left forgotten in storage?” the young man asked.

Farhad reached out to slap him, and hollered, ”Is this the most important question we have now? Where’s the dagger?”

”Is there another TV?”

Ballistic, Farhad yelled, ”Only one TV, and it should be in here, but d*mmit it’s not!”

The young man immediately said, ”Allah above, it must have been taken by that damn Chinese chap!”

Not convinced, Azzam said, ”It can’t be. We’ve been waiting here since the auction ended. He didn’t return at all—no one was allowed to enter the unit during the auction.”

”Then he must have removed the dagger after the auction had ended, and before we came back,” Zamal said with certainty.

Azzam was even more doubtful, and said, ”But, how would he know that the dagger was inside the TV? It was only a few minutes between the time the auction ended and our arrival. He couldn’t have possibly searched the unit during this time—this is not what treasure hunters do usually.”

”Maybe he suddenly felt like tidying the unit earlier and happened to find the dagger?”

”Yeah, and to find the dagger, he opened up the TV and then put it back together again?”

”Unless he knew the dagger was in here, right Farhad?” the muscular middle-eastern man who had been taking the lead asked with a grave face.

Farhad asked angrily, ”What do you mean by this?”

The man replied icily, ”You know what it means. The dagger was lost, lost in an unbelievable manner—is this not a little strange?”

Farhad was fuming, ”You mean I worked with a pagan to steal this dagger? You’re insulting me?”

The man sneered, ”I don’t mean anything. You don’t have to explain it to me, just to Chief. If he believes you, then there’s no problem.”