On a road in downtown Cartagena, there is a constant stream of vehicles!

A black Volkswagen Touareg is speeding at high speed, shuttling through the rolling traffic, overtaking cars driving in the same direction, ignoring the traffic laws as if they were nothing!

About 20 meters later, followed by a off-road motorcycle, it chased up like a gallop, and the momentum was violent, obviously not good!

There were two people on the motorcycle, the rider was wearing a helmet, and there was another person behind him, brandishing a pistol in his hand, and he kept firing at the Touareg off-road vehicle in front of him, and the scene was extremely tense. Burning Library

"Bang Bang Bang"

The sound of gunfire continued to ring out one after another, which was deafening.

"Squeak——!

The screeching sound of emergency brakes sounded wildly.

The moment they heard the gunshots, many drivers driving on the road desperately stepped on the brakes, trying to avoid the frantically chasing SV and motocross bikes, and also avoid the bullets flying everywhere!

"Bang Bang Bang"

This time it was not gunshots, but the crash of a series of car rear-end collisions.

And, of course, screams of fear and angry curses!

"Kill those damn bastards, we can't let them follow anymore, that's going to get the Columbia police!"

Inside the Touareg, the driver said loudly.

"Okay, leave it to me!"

The companion sitting in the co-pilot nodded in response, full of confidence and a murderous aura.

The next moment, he quickly leaned out of the co-pilot's window with a pistol and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the motocross bike chasing behind.

"Bang Bang Bang"

Gunfire rang out again.

Several hot bullets erupted from the mouth one after another, carrying a death breath towards the speeding motocross bike and the two gangsters in the car.

At the same time as the gunshots rang out, a frightened scream rang out from inside the Touareg.

"Ah——!h

The screams came from the back seat, from Silva's wife, who was shivering on her stomach.

"Bang ......"

The gunfire continued, very intensively.

In the blink of an eye, this highway has become a battlefield, and the bullets are flying everywhere, and the danger is extreme!

The sound of emergency brakes kept sounding, and the whole road was in chaos.

"Bang!"

A loud popping sound came from outside the car, and the front tire of the motocross bike was punctured.

In the next second, the motocross bike that was rushing forward slammed forward, and then began to roll wildly on the road, and in the blink of an eye, it fell into a pile of scrap metal!

The two guys on the motorcycle were thrown into the air, and a bewitching blood flower bloomed on the rider's chest, and the one sitting in the back crashed into the truck next to him, obviously more than lucky!

The Touareg quickly left the road, turned onto a side fork in the road, and disappeared from view.

The same thing happened on another road in Cartagena, with the same result.

The Raytheon Security Company, who picked up Silva's two children, also killed the stalker and sped straight towards Cartagena Airport.

Road 6 in the ancient city of Cartagena.

"Guys, this bastard Silva wants to slip away, his wife and children have been picked up, we have brothers to follow, we must not let this guy slip away!

The guys who just went in are here to answer them, we can't wait any longer, guys, get out their pistols, go up and smash this door open, and get the Silvan bastards out!"

The gangster who led the team hung up his phone and immediately said loudly, with a fierce look on his face.

As the words fell, many gangsters at the scene took out their pistols and began to smash the door in a scolding manner, preparing to break into Silva's house.

"Bang Bang Bang"

In the blink of an eye, the iron door of Silva's house was smashed so loudly that half the street could be heard!

While slamming on the door, these guys were also shouting unscrupulously.

"Open the door, Silva, I know you're inside!"

"Silva, it's better to come out, it's useless to hide, our boss has something I want to talk to you about!"

However, no matter how loud they shouted, no response was given by the people inside.

Immediately afterward, several guys immediately slammed into the iron door with heavy shoulders.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, deafening.

But unfortunately, the iron door only shook, and it still stood there tenaciously.

The idiots who tried to break the door didn't achieve anything other than nearly breaking their shoulders and screaming.

Seeing this situation, the gangster who led the team immediately said loudly:

"Go to the four guys to guard the side of Road 5 to prevent these guys from escaping from the house over there over the wall, and the guy who drives the motocross bike comes over and hits the door with his motorcycle, I don't believe I can't hit it!"

"Okay"

Many gangsters responded with a bang and immediately began to split up.

At the same time, inside the iron gate.

Francis and Martin hid in a corner two or three meters behind the door, each holding a loaded G36C assault rifle, pointing straight at the iron door in front of them, ready to fire at any moment.

The moment the door in front of them was slammed open, it was the moment when the short assault rifles in their hands opened fire fiercely, frantically harvesting lives.

A little later, Russell and Mattis also took out the assault rifles in their backpacks, ready to fire at any moment.

Pique is still in the courtyard of the house, guarding against a sneak attack over the wall!

The situation is getting more and more tense, the smell of gunpowder in the air is getting stronger and stronger, and it only takes a little spark to completely detonate, and a fierce street battle is inevitable!

In the living room, Ye Tian quickly completed the identification, raised his head and said excitedly:

"Silva, I'm sure, this is the work of the famous Spanish painter El Greco, a representative of the late Renaissance and fantasy Mannerism, and his best religious oil painting!

His painting style is very unique, full of personal charm, it is not difficult to identify! If my identification is correct, this should be his work at his peak, and the artistic value is extraordinary, it can be said that it is extremely rare!

I didn't expect to find such a top work of art in Colombia, what a huge surprise, I would venture to ask, how did you get this painting?

El Greco, a famous Spanish painter in the late Renaissance, is a representative figure of fantasy Mannerism.

Born in Crete, Greece, he studied painting in Venice, Italy, as a young man, moved to Spain at the age of 36, and remained there until his death!

Because of this, he has been classified as a Spanish painter in the history of art.

In the Middle Ages, El El Greco was arguably one of the greatest Spanish painters, with an outstanding reputation and was admired by countless people, including the Spanish royal family.

When he died, his reputation gradually declined.

His works were dismissed as 'ridiculous, boring and unworthy', and many of them were even artificially destroyed.

It was not until the 19th century that El Greco's unique and charming painting style was widely recognized in the history of art.

Without a doubt, this is a great top artist.

But behind him stood another, even greater artist, Titian Vecellio!

When Greco studied painting in Venice, Italy, he was in Titian's studio, and he was a genius disciple that Titian valued very much!

He was able to learn Titian to the point of being fake, which shows the mastery of his painting skills!

It's a pity that this guy is a little too arrogant and a little unscrupulous.

When he first entered Rome, he was ashamed to claim that he wanted to revise Michelangelo's masterpiece "The Last Judgment", saying that he could paint another better, more decent, no less elegant oil painting than Michelangelo.

How could the Romans, who regarded Michelangelo as proud, tolerate such a Cretan madman?

So, before Greco could gain a foothold in Rome, he was driven out by the angry Romans, and could not even gain a foothold in Italy!

He could only run to Madrid, Spain, where there was an admirer of his teacher Titian, the King of Spain!

Lost east, gained.

Greco was spurned by everyone in Italy, but he shined brightly in Spain and became a great artist, which is also a kind of luck!