Daily life of an American TV drama agent

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

Jack walked over and rummaged through a pile of oil paintings piled in the corner: "It's just a pile of garbage. Unfortunately, we don't always get big results...wait! Do you know what I saw?"

"What? It looks like something in Egyptian style, but I can't recognize anything in the box. What is it? Any explanation?" Ron approached the kitchen cabinet that Jack found and observed it carefully. Said at once.

"This is the scepter of the Pharaoh and the Queen, and that box is a golden eagle box! It contains the Star of Arabia! These are all famous missing cultural relics!" If it weren't for the wrong occasion, Jack would have screamed excitedly.

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

"Price?!" Jack exclaimed: "These are priceless treasures. If any one of them spreads, it can cause great turmoil in the collection world. There is nothing more valuable than this on the market now, or it can no longer be measured with money. Their value is high, and it’s a status symbol.”

"Oh? Really?" Ron opened the kitchen cabinet, casually 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 as the three treasures suddenly disappeared before he could get rid of them.

"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 fourth-dimensional pocket connected to it. middle."

"Okay, those are all yours, but this painting must belong to me. This is what I wanted to find in my previous mission. I have been looking for it for a long time and haven't found it. I didn't expect it to be in this place, Van Gogh's "Rose" .”

"Okay, whatever you want, you can also pick two more things that you can see. I will help you carry them and return them to you when you go out." Anyway, they are not his own things, so Ron simply responded generously.

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

"Hey! You actually emptied his collection room!"

"No, I left some for him," Ron pointed to a pile of oil paintings in the corner that Jack initially disliked. They were not even qualified to be displayed, and they were just piled there: " The robbers don’t deserve these things, let’s go.”

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

"What did you say?" Ron turned around.

"No, it's nothing. Let's go this way." Jack walked in front to lead Ron, relying on his familiarity with the terrain.

But what he didn't expect was that when they walked through the hall again and planned to go back the same way, they were discovered. In the hall, a man and a woman were checking something. When they looked up, they happened to see Ron and Jack. The yellow woman also pointed at Jack: "You..."

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

Ron habitually touched his waist and wanted to take out his gun to kill him. Jack quickly pressed down Ron's gun: "Teacher Ron, it's not, it's not, let's run!"

Ron looked at the frightened white man hiding behind the woman, and could only run away with Jack. While running, he asked: "Your old friend?"

"No, he is an expert who helped us find the whereabouts of the copper head." Jack said as he ran wildly: "Wow, there are dogs, let's run separately! Don't kill anyone!"

Jack pushed Ron, and the two of them ran in different directions.

"I'm not a good friend, but I'm helping you find the whereabouts of the copper head? I believe you, you're a ghost~" Ron shook his head. He was almost at the door, but there were two bodyguards who were about to stop him: "If you don't kill people, there's no problem in beating them, right?" ?”

While talking to himself, just when the two bodyguards were about to catch Ron, he suddenly slipped his foot and turned his whole body in a circle, just in time to get out of the way of the two hands grabbing his body.

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

"There he is!"

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

"It's so annoying~" Ron ran to the wall, casually threw a flying claw hook and flipped over the wall. After a few back and forth, he got rid of the large group of people who were following him, and swaggered to the meeting point with Jack. A group of people gathered.

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

"What did you do? How did you end up like this?" Ron couldn't help but asked 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. I met the expert I just met in the manor again, and she took away one of the bronze heads." Jack sat in his chair and breathed heavily.

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

"It's okay. I've already made an appointment with her to meet at the boathouse. We'll get it done in a moment." Jack said confidently. Just as he was about to get up to go find the female expert, he was stopped by Ron.

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

Before Jack could speak, an outspoken companion answered for him: "Of course we will sell it, you know? Someone offered us one million euros each and let us look for the copper head. If we find the dragon head, we can do it later." Add a zero! That’s a euro! It’s worth more than a dollar!”

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

"How about this, let me do a deal with you. I'm willing to bid up to two million US dollars for each animal head. If you find a dragon head, I can also double the price. You can take all the things you find. How about selling them all to me?”

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

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