Brussels, Belgium. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This small city is known as the capital of Europe, and there are many ancient buildings in the city, many of which are centuries old and have a classical atmosphere. In the city centre, near the medieval square, there is an 'Oak Used Bookstore'.

The jingle bell rang, and the postman pushed open the door of the bookstore, causing the wind chimes to shake slightly. The bookstore is dimly lit, with rows of shelves lined with antique books and various oil paintings on the walls. All the furnishings are neat and clean, and each piece can be named.

Behind the counter of the bookstore sat a white-haired old man, dressed in an old-fashioned hand-sewn suit, with an elegant and calm temperament. Hearing the wind chimes, the old man took off his glasses and looked up, and after a few words of greeting with the postman, he accepted the mail.

"Respectfully, Monsieur Lerner, it seems to be for me." The white-haired old man picked up a paper cutter at hand and cut open the envelope, and a few photos immediately fell out of the envelope. He put his glasses back on, grabbed the picture and looked at it before laughing.

The white-haired old man continued to take out a thin piece of letter paper from the envelope and read it softly, "Dear Monsieur Lerner, as far as we know, you are a world-famous art connoisseur, especially familiar with the works of famous Renaissance painters.

We have some paintings from New York that we hope to use your expertise to determine their value and to find new collectors for them through your channels. If you are willing to serve us, you can get 20% of the price of this batch of paintings. ”

Inside the envelope was an invitation that read, 'Welcome Mr. Lerner to the Ocean Princess Art Gallery'. The white-haired old man looked at the photos that had just fallen, and he already understood what was going on?

"Hahaha...... I was wondering when this mysterious thief would sell these stolen goods, but he actually approached me to organize the sale of these works of art." The white-haired old man chuckled a few times, looked at the letter carefully, and finally grabbed the phone at hand and dialed a number.

Half an hour later, a stout man walked in outside the bookstore. He bowed slightly to the white-haired old man and asked, "Mr. Lerner, do you have any orders?" ”

The white hair smiled and said, "Gather the men, we're going on a cruise." We called our regular clients and they said that there was a very rare batch of artworks going up for auction, and that this auction would be organized by us. ”

Who would have thought that the owner of this used bookstore, Mr. Lerner, would actually be the largest black market dealer in the whole of Europe? Moreover, it was a family business, serving the royal families of European countries before World War I, and by World War II, it was selling all kinds of looted precious art from the Nazis.

Now, in its fourth generation, the Lerner family has been distributing stolen goods to the world's best thieves and providing the best service to their customers. In contrast, the level of sales of stolen goods by the police of the Great Heaven Dynasty is far behind, and they have to find ways to find them for help in a roundabout way.

At the same time, the high-ranking agent of the CIA in Hong Kong, Chris . Mr. Erwin has just walked out of the Hong Kong Police Station. His public identity is that of a military attaché at the U.S. Consulate in Hong Kong, and he is now tasked with investigating the theft of art from the Metropolitan in New York. Since the news that the artworks were going to be sold came from Hong Kong at the earliest, the task fell to him.

For special political reasons, Hong Kong used to be the spy capital of the Far East. Almost every country concerned with the Far East has set up spy agencies here. However, now Hong Kong's international status is declining, and spies are running away from the demon capital.

However, the position of the CIA's Hong Kong station was extremely important, and Mr. Erwin immediately began his own investigation after being appointed. He found the black marketeer who was the first to be questioned and disseminated, but he didn't get much information.

"Someone called me and asked how I could get my art out of it. I talked to him for about ten minutes, and briefly talked about who I should go to. "The black market broker didn't hide anything and told everything.

Erwin asked sensitively, "In other words, the person asking you doesn't know much about the art black market?" ”

The broker nodded, "Yes, the other party doesn't know the doorway very well. I gave the contact information of several well-known black market organizers, and the phone hung up. ”

This situation made Chris. Erwin was surprised that the person who stole the art was highly skilled, and the New York police still hadn't been able to fully understand how the thieves had stolen a truckload of things overnight. But this group of people released the news of selling stolen goods, but it seemed very unprofessional.

Specifically through an inside line in the Hong Kong Police Station, Mr. Erwin tracked down calls to black market brokers. The result was once again unexpected, and the person who called for consultation did not leak a drop in the anti-traceability, leaving no clues.

"This is a group of thieves who are good at stealing things, good at anti-tracking, but not good at selling stolen goods." Chris. Erwin was 'portraiting' his opponent, describing the traits of this or the thieves as much as he could. This is the basic skill of an intelligence officer.

And at this moment, the real key person of the whole incident was worrying about a courier package at his home, "This is going to fix me again!" ”

Zhou Qingfeng has already received $50 million in funds, and he is not panicked when he has money in his hand. Xiao Jinlang told him that the sale of oil paintings would take about a week, so he waited slowly with peace of mind.

In this quiet day, Zhou Qingfeng continued to remotely control the next step of Xu Guoqiang's biochemical laboratory through the 'radiation' venture capital controlled by Feng Wan. He also asked Yuan Mei to register a 'wasteland' trading company, which was responsible for recycling all kinds of waste materials. Tens of millions of funds were invested, and the little young woman was so scared that she couldn't sleep all night.

And Zhou Qingfeng also learned about the theft of the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York when he was free. He knew with his ass that this was a good thing that 'God' had done, and there must be a follow-up mission to trick him. Sure enough, ......, the mission arrived via a courier package.

Included in the package are two upper class tickets for the luxury mail ship 'Ocean Princess'. A search on the Internet will show that this ship is the top cruise ship that travels around the world, and in two days, this ship representing top enjoyment will dock in the magic capital. Tickets are for boarding from the Magic City and stopping at Hong Kong, Singapore and other places along the way.

There was also a full set of Zhou Qingfeng's passports and identity documents in the package, and even the ticket for the Flying Demon Capital was ready. There's also a note inside: Go and protect your possessions, or you'll lose the fifty million you have now.

, this is forcing Lao Tzu to go! If I don't, I will be deprived of the 50 million I have. What does it mean to be protectable property? Zhou Qingfeng was confused, and there were two upper-class tickets in the package. He thought to himself: Isn't it just me who is going alone, but can I also bring my family? (To be continued.) )