The British Museum had a full security team of three hundred people, complete with a comprehensive surveillance system and tight security protocols.
What the director hadn't expected was for Zhang Yang to break in so easily.
The team groupings, patrol routes—every bit of planning they'd done was practically useless.
The director really wanted to explode in anger, but the livestream was still on. With hundreds of thousands watching, he clenched his teeth and forced himself to hold it in.
It wasn't until Zhang Yang got inside the third floor that the real game began.
There were over eighty thousand publicly displayed artifacts in the British Museum, with nearly thirty thousand on each floor.
Finding the Tianmu Glazed Bowl among all of them wasn't going to be easy.
Even though Zhang Yang had already looked up the artifact's item number ahead of time, there were just too many displays to scan with the naked eye.
Meanwhile, the guards from the rooftop had already started running downstairs.
[The British Museum's security is so adorably dumb. They actually fell for a rubber dummy!]
[They even told it to "put its hands up and get down slowly." Hahahaha! I'm dying over here!]
[Oh my god! Even a few dogs guarding the place would've done a better job. And the director still dared to accept the challenge?!]
[This place is massive. What is Kaitō Kid even trying to steal in here?]
As the rooftop guards stormed down, Zhang Yang slipped behind a column to stay hidden.
But inside the museum, the surveillance coverage reached every corner.
Even though the guards hadn't spotted him yet, Tyce in the control room—and the director along with him—could clearly track Zhang Yang's movements.
Tyce picked up the radio.
"He's behind the column at your eleven o'clock!"
The guards' radios crackled. They quickly tightened formation and carefully approached Zhang Yang's position.
[This is hilarious. So many people, and they're still scared of one Kaitō Kid!]
[Who is this guy anyway? Not only is he robbing the British Museum, even the guards are visibly rattled.]
[Heh, who cares where he came from? We're here for the show!]
[Exactly! We're all just here for the entertainment—doesn't matter who he is!]
The guards were closing in. Just about five meters more, and they'd be able to see Zhang Yang behind the column.
[Ding!]
[Item Redeemed: Prank Flash Bomb]
[The Prank Flash Bomb has a random design. Upon impact, it splits into six mini flash bombs and explodes three seconds later!]
Zhang Yang, crouched behind the column, flipped his hand and pulled out the flash bomb—it looked like a clown head, about the size of a fist.
"A clown, huh? Then let's give them a real show."
The corner of Zhang Yang's mouth lifted in a smirk as he raised his hand and tossed it out.
The moment the clown-shaped flash bomb hit the floor, the guards all flinched instinctively and took a step back.
In the very next second, the clown bomb burst apart and split into six smaller clown bombs.
The sudden change spooked the guards again.
"Geh geh geh..."
The clown bombs let out that classic creepy clown laugh. Every single guard's attention was locked on those six clown heads.
Focused. Frozen. Eyes wide open.
Bang—!
Three seconds later, all six mini bombs exploded, flooding the area with blinding white light.
The guards all cried out, grabbing at their eyes and dropping to the ground in pain.
"Aah! My eyes! Am I blind?!"
"I can't see or hear anything!"
The flash bombs didn't just release searing white light—they blasted a high-pitched explosion that left the guards momentarily deaf, vision whited out, ears ringing like crazy.
Even the security monitors were hit with the flash, filling the control room with a blinding burst that left afterimages burned into their vision.
[What the hell? What kind of futuristic gadget is that?]
[This flash bomb is genius—deception at its finest!]
[A quality flash bomb always makes its entrance in style!]
[Heh, gotta admit, that little thing really packs a punch!]
All the security guards on the third floor were instantly disabled—over eighty people, not a single one spared.
Once the clown flash bomb split apart, every one of them stared directly at it, afraid they'd miss its full effect.
Tyce grabbed the radio and shouted at the guards on the first and second floors.
"Kaitō Kid is on the third floor! Teams one through three on the first and second floors, move up and support now!"
But at this point, the director was already feeling humiliated.
He had publicly accepted Kaitō Kid's challenge on the British Museum's official account, which had already stirred up massive attention online.
And now, there were still hundreds of thousands watching the livestream.
His supposedly airtight security team had let Kaitō Kid stroll right into the museum.
Worse yet, over eighty third-floor guards had just sat there staring at a flash bomb—could anything be more embarrassing?
"Tyce, if Kaitō Kid manages to steal that artifact, you might as well quit. You're done as Head of Security."
Tyce's face was dark as thunder as he walked out of the control room.
[Turns out foreign bosses also just bark orders while the underlings break their backs!]
[The director's out here flexing, but Tyce's the one doing all the grunt work—guess it's the same everywhere!]
[Oh shit, how did Kaitō Kid even pull off that flash bomb stunt?!]
[Dear god, someone let Tyce take control—these guards are absolute clowns!]
At that moment, Zhang Yang looked up at a nearby surveillance camera.
He raised both hands, palms out, and gave them a slow flip—showing they were empty.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, a red playing card appeared in his fingers.
The director scowled, his face looking worse by the second.
[Why the hell is he doing magic tricks now?!]
[Whoa, Kaitō Kid is seriously too cool! If I could marry him, that would be the dream!]
[That damn Kaitō Kid should be arrested and locked up. He deserves to pay for his crimes.]
[Okay, then you go catch him.]
[Sure, throw him in prison—if you can catch him. What are you gonna do, swing your keyboard at him?]
Zhang Yang gave the card a flick and waved his hand.
The card spun rapidly, slicing through the air in a perfect arc.
It cut right through the data cable of the surveillance camera and embedded itself deep into the wall.
The director's jaw dropped in shock.
At the same time, one of the screens in the control room flickered, then went dark.
No signal.
[Holy crap, that's not a magic trick—that's a straight-up weapon!]
[That thing's no joke. Even a box cutter would struggle to cut those thick security cables. That playing card sliced through them like butter. Kaitō Kid's the real deal!]
[Damn right. You think someone without real skills would dare to take on the British Museum?]
[I've got a feeling—Kaitō Kid's gonna pull this off!]
Soon, six full security teams from the first and second floors arrived on the third floor—more than sixty additional guards.
But the guards hit by the flash bomb were still crouched on the ground, desperately rubbing their eyes.
The only way to ease the irritation was to trigger tear production to flush out the aftereffects.
Not long after the backup arrived, Tyce also rushed in and appeared on the third floor of the museum.