As Head of Security, Tyce was the backbone of the entire security team—and also the one who took the fall when things went wrong.
Right now, Zhang Yang had infiltrated the British Museum and already knocked out the tracking ability of over eighty guards.
But he hadn't made any real progress on the theft itself yet.
There was just no way around it—the British Museum had too many guards. Zhang Yang had only just cleared out the third-floor security with a flash bomb when Tyce immediately pulled backup from the first and second floors, leaving him no breathing room at all.
There were nearly thirty thousand publicly displayed artifacts on the first floor alone, which made locating the target difficult enough already.
And on top of that, more guards just kept pouring in.
[Tsk tsk, turns out the director's confidence didn't come from the team's ability—but from their sheer numbers!]
[With this many guards, even if they're bad at their job, a brute-force manhunt could still catch Kaitō Kid!]
[Oh my god! There are this many guards inside the museum?!]
[The director hyped it up, set his trap, and now he's just waiting for Kaitō Kid to walk into it. These old geezers in Britain really do play dirty!]
[This feels like a straight-up "trap the turtle in the jar" moment. Did he study The Art of War from our Dragon Nation?]
"Everyone calm down—stay sharp!"
Tyce stepped out in front of the other guards, moving in cautiously with a textbook defensive stance.
At the same time, he ordered two security squads to flank around and close in on Zhang Yang from both sides.
Compared to the average guard, Tyce was clearly much calmer and more composed.
The livestream chat was quick to acknowledge his professionalism.
[No wonder he's the chief—dude actually knows what he's doing!]
[Let me educate our friends from Dragon Nation—Tyce is a retired special ops officer. Back then, he was even a squad leader in the unit!]
[So he's ex-military? That explains everything!]
[There's so many of us from Dragon Nation in the stream—anyone got the inside scoop on Kaitō Kid?]
[I only hopped the firewall to check out the drama after seeing the British Museum's official account post that challenge.]
In truth, nobody in the livestream had any idea who Kaitō Kid really was. If Zhang Yang hadn't robbed those two private collectors last week, most people wouldn't have even heard of him.
But after tonight's heist at the British Museum, that was about to change.
Hiding behind a column, Zhang Yang opened up the system's points shop.
[Ding!]
[Item Redeemed: Super Smoke Bomb!]
[The Super Smoke Bomb generates a massive cloud of smoke in a short time—ten times stronger than a standard smoke bomb!]
The British Museum didn't just have a lot of guards—their security system was also top-tier. The surveillance coverage alone left no blind spots.
Even the glass used to display artifacts was specially reinforced. While it could be broken with brute force, it would take significant effort.
The best option was still to get a clearance card.
Zhang Yang flipped his hand and pulled out the smoke bomb—it was about the size of a coconut and shaped like a sharply edged octahedron.
As long as he pulled the ignition ring, thick smoke would shoot out from multiple sides.
Zhang Yang didn't even blink as he yanked out the pin, then casually lobbed the device.
The smoke bomb was heavy, and it hit the floor with a loud thunk.
Tyce and the nearby guards flinched at the sound, instinctively lowering their stances.
Ssshhh—
In the next second, clouds of dense smoke erupted from the device, quickly engulfing everything in its path.
[Whoa! Kaitō Kid even has smoke bombs?!]
[What the heck—where'd he get smoke bombs that intense?!]
[Holy shit, this guy's gear is next level!]
[Bro, this makes the cheap smoke bombs I got online for ten bucks look like toys. He's insane!]
In just about ten seconds, the entire third floor of the British Museum was blanketed in smoke.
And the Super Smoke Bomb wasn't done yet—it was still pumping out more.
"What the hell kind of smoke bomb is this?! Why won't it stop?!"
Tyce stood with a furrowed brow, cautiously listening to the sounds around him.
The dense smoke had filled the entire floor. Visibility was zero, so all he could rely on now was sound.
The director stared at the surveillance screens with a face like thunder. Every camera feed on the third floor was now just a wall of white. Nothing was visible.
The overwhelming smoke had the livestream chat going wild.
[What the f**k—how can one smoke bomb produce this much smoke?! What kind is that?!]
[This is insane. Fully insane.]
[I've used hacked smoke grenades in games and they weren't even close to this powerful!]
[Forget being a thief—this guy's a full-on arms dealer! Where'd he even get something like that?!]
[Oh my god! I can't believe something like this even exists!]
A floor that held nearly thirty thousand artifacts was now completely filled with smoke in just ten seconds, every corner completely covered.
Zhang Yang stepped out from behind the column.
When he'd stolen from private collectors, the system had rewarded him not only with points, but also with special abilities—Enhanced Senses and Enhanced Physique.
Enhanced Senses dramatically boosted Zhang Yang's hearing, sight, and other sensory perception beyond normal human limits.
Enhanced Physique strengthened his body, increasing his strength, speed, and explosive power.
So even inside the thick smoke, Zhang Yang could pinpoint the guards' exact positions just by the faintest sounds of their footsteps.
Wearing his white tux, Kaitō Kid practically blended into the smoke itself.
He picked out a single, steady footstep pattern and instantly recognized it as Tyce.
It was obvious—because it was the calmest, most measured step in the chaos.
There was a high chance the museum's security clearance card was on him.
Zhang Yang decided to go meet him face to face—and lift the card.
"Where the hell is this guy hiding?"
Tyce walked right past Zhang Yang—just half a meter away—and never even noticed him.
Zhang Yang silently fell in behind him without making a single sound—not even a trace of footsteps.
"Huh? Nothing?"
He slipped his hand into Tyce's pockets, checking them one by one—but found nothing.
Of course, even someone as sharp as Tyce didn't notice a thing. His pockets had been completely turned inside out.
Just as Zhang Yang was about to abandon the attempt and move on to a new plan, he noticed one last pocket—on the left side of Tyce's chest.
He reached over Tyce's shoulder, and with two fingers, slowly moved down the front of his jacket.
Keep in mind—this maneuver wasn't just about syncing steps and pace with Tyce perfectly.
It had to be done without even the slightest change in airflow or body tension that might alert him.
This level of difficulty? Absolutely hell mode.
"Got it."
As Zhang Yang pulled his hand back, a gray security clearance card was pinched between his two fingers.
With this card in hand, the British Museum's security system was basically useless.
And as for finding the Tianmu Glazed Bowl—that just became ten times easier.
Zhang Yang backed away quietly, then suddenly shouted.
"Kaitō Kid is after the Tianmu Glazed Bowl—item number 76532!"
"What?! The Tianmu Glazed Bowl?! It's over there—hurry! Don't let him get away!"
"Everyone move! We have to catch Kaitō Kid tonight!"
The moment he yelled, chaos exploded. Footsteps echoed in every direction.
Even in the low visibility, the guards knew the layout of the British Museum like the backs of their hands.
And now, they were all running in the same direction.
With nearly thirty thousand artifacts on display, if Zhang Yang had searched for the Tianmu Glazed Bowl one by one, he'd be at it forever.
There was no way the guards could remember the names of every piece.
But the item numbers were arranged in order—and as the guards all rushed off, Zhang Yang quickly found the Tianmu Glazed Bowl near where they'd just been standing.
Beep beep—
The security system gave a confirmation tone as he tapped the clearance card against the display case.