The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 397 Treasure Hunter

"It's definitely not possible to pretend to take everything away, but it's okay to take the most important ones away. The key is that we have to take away the most valuable, the kind of garbage that is not of high value. I am very willing to continue to leave it to the people of this manor. Robber, so now tell me which one to take?"

Jack went to look for a pile of oil paintings piled up in the corner: "It's just a pile of garbage. Unfortunately, we don't get a big harvest every time we make a shot... Wait! Do you know what I saw?"

"What? It looks like something in Egyptian style, but I don't recognize what's in the box. What is it? Is there any explanation?" Ron leaned closer to the kitchen cabinet Jack found, and carefully observed Say it all at once.

"This is the scepter of the Pharaoh and the Queen, and the box is the Golden Eagle Box! It contains the Arabian Star! These are all famous lost cultural relics!" If it weren't for the wrong occasion, Jack would have screamed excitedly.

Ron picked his ears: "Scepter? Box? Arabian Star? Sorry, I don't know much about cultural relics. Are these things valuable? I only care about their price."

"Price?!" Jack exclaimed, "These are all priceless treasures. If any one of them is spread out, it will cause great turmoil in the collection industry. Now there is nothing more valuable than this in the market, or there is no way to measure it with money. They’re worth more, and it’s more of a status symbol.”

"Oh? Really?" Ron opened the kitchen cabinet, took the three treasures Jack mentioned in his hands, and suddenly threw them into the sky.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! What are you doing?" Jack was about to grab it, but he watched all three treasures disappear before he was about to let go.

"Don't worry, they are safe, they are all in my black technology." Ron raised his wrist and winked at Jack: "As long as this watch is still there, they will always lie in the four-dimensional pocket connected to it middle."

"Okay, those can belong to you, but this painting must belong to me. This is what I wanted to find in the previous mission. I haven't found it after searching for a long time. I didn't expect it to be in this place. Van Gogh's "Rose" .”

"OK, whatever you want, you can also pick two more decent things, I'll take them for you, and return them to you when you go out." Anyway, they are not his own things, so Ron is simply generous.

After Jack searched through many collections and finally selected two more treasures, Ron walked around the collection room, touched all the things he liked, and those things were sent to Ron's space middle.

"Hey! You actually emptied his collection room!"

"No, I left some for him." Ron pointed to a stack of oil paintings in the corner that Jack disliked at first. They didn't even have the qualifications to be displayed, so they piled up there like that: " Robbers don't deserve these things, let's go."

"You are also a descendant of the white-skinned bandit." Jack muttered softly.

"What did you say?" Ron turned back.

"No, it's nothing, let's go this way." Relying on his familiarity with the terrain, Jack walked ahead to lead Ron the way.

It's just that he didn't expect that when they walked through the hall again and planned to return the same way, they were discovered. In the hall, a man and a woman were checking something. When they looked up, they just saw the figures of Ron and Jack. The yellow woman also pointed to Jack: "You..."

"Security! There is a situation here!" The white man immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and called for support.

Ron habitually touched his waist, and was about to pull out his gun to kill him. Jack quickly pressed Ron's gun down: "Mr. Ron, no, no, let's run!"

Ron looked at the white man who was scared and hid behind the woman. He could only run away with Jack. While running, he asked, "How is your old friend?"

"No, it's an expert who helped us find the whereabouts of the copper head." Jack said while running wildly: "Wow, there is a dog, let's run separately! Don't kill anyone!"

Jack pushed Ron, a fork in the road, and the two ran in different directions.

"Aren't you a good friend and help you find the whereabouts of the copper head? I believe you~" Ron shook his head, and he was almost at the door, but two bodyguards were about to stop him: "If you don't kill people, there is no problem with beating people, right?" ?”

While talking to himself, just when the two bodyguards were about to grab Ron, he suddenly made a wrong foot and turned his whole body in a circle, just getting out of the way of the two hands grabbing his body.

Not only that, his two fists also used the inertia of the rotation to hit the jaws of the two bodyguards: "The tornado destroyed the parking lot!"

"There he is!"

Just as Ron knocked out the two bodyguards and ran out the door, the bodyguards on the other side of the garden who received the news had already closed the gate, and a group of people chased Ron.

"It's so annoying~" Ron ran to the wall, threw a flying claw hook over the wall, and after a few back and forth, he got rid of the large group of people who were chasing him, and swaggered to the meeting point to meet Jack. A group of people gather.

But compared with Ron, Jack looked much miserable. Not only were his clothes torn in several places, but even one of the copper capitals hanging on his body was missing.

"What did you do? How did you make it like this?" Ron couldn't help asking curiously.

"Huh... I was chased all the way by a dog just now, huh... Then I finally flew out of the wall with a paraglider, and met the expert I met in the manor just now, and she took one of the copper heads." Jack sat on the chair panting.

"Then how do we get that copper head back?" asked one of Jack's companions.

"It's okay, I've already asked her to meet at the boathouse, and it will be done in a while." Jack said confidently, and was about to get up to find the female expert, but was stopped by Ron.

"Wait a minute, I haven't asked, what are you going to do with these copper heads?"

Before Jack could speak, an outspoken companion replied for him: "Of course it is for sale, you know? Someone offered 100 million euros each, let us look for copper heads, and if we find dragon heads, we can add them later." A zero! That's Euros! Worth more than dollars!"

"Well, this is still a good price, but compared with their actual prices, I think it's still a bit worse." Ron thought about his small coffers and said cautiously:

"It's not as good as this. Instead, I will do business with you. I am willing to bid up to 200 million U.S. dollars for each animal head. If I find a dragon head, I can double the price. You all find everything How about selling it to me?"

"We discussed it and accepted your offer," several people discussed, and Jack replied for everyone: "But I want to know what you want it for? Do you plan to use patriotism to make a difference in the international market?"

A playful smile appeared on the corner of Ron's mouth: "No, I bought it, of course to hand it over to the country."

(End of this chapter)