The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Just as Xia Jinyuan finished speaking, a cold dagger was pressed against his employer's neck.

"I hate being rejected by others." Ye Jian said lightly, holding a dagger against her employer, "It's impossible for the employer who pays."

Fast and handsome, coupled with a cold voice, the stiff employer smiled, "Your girlfriend is amazing."

"Yes, my little fox is very powerful. I love her very much, and I love her even more when she kills people. She is really beautiful." Xia Jinyuan said with a smile, and raised his hand to slowly touch Ye Jian's face, with a low voice, He said gently, "Okay, my little fox, don't scare our Mr. Will. Next, we still have important things to do."

"You who have a bad temper, don't forget, Mr. Will is our employer, you can't do this."

His fingers suddenly pinched Ye Jian's chin, and he pinched it very hard. The ferocity of the handsome face that was close to him made the employer, Mr. Will, very satisfied.

What he invited back was a mercenary who could kill people, not a gentle guy who could only drink.

The car drove on the spacious streets of Merapan, from the city to the suburbs, and finally entered a village whose outer walls were based on red, yellow and blue.

The venue for the auction of cultural relics by the local local snake Cyril is located here.

Will entered the auction venue very smoothly. He brought Xia Jinyuan and eight people into the venue. The auction started at seven o'clock sharp, and a total of ten batches of Chinese cultural relics began to be auctioned.

Westerners like to collect Chinese cultural relics. No matter what cultural relics are only from China, the price is quite high.

Here, Ye Jian saw the Buddha's head that was cut off and traveled across the ocean, saw the jade bowl from the palace, saw the bronze ware, saw the painting that was still rolled up after a thousand years, and saw the masters of ancient calligraphy that did not exist in China I saw the exquisite and luxurious hairpin...

Ten cultural relics, all of which were born in China.

"Buddha's hands, portraits, I need them." Will told Xia Jinyuan what cultural relics he wanted, "I'll give you five days, and I hope you can give them to me as soon as possible."

"Also, the people I need you to save should be rescued as soon as possible, the cultural relics can be later, and my trapped friends need you as soon as possible."

Xia Jinyuan said that none of this is a problem.

The person hosting the auction was a bald old man, at least fifty-five years old, Caucasian, with dark features, and every time the cultural relics were brought out, his eyes would scan the bidders below.

There was a problem with the auction at halftime. A businessman who had just bid on cultural relics suddenly yelled and questioned, "Why is the jade bowl different from what I saw just now! You bloody bastards, you must hide the real jade bowl and replace it. Make a fake jade bowl for me!"

Before he made a fuss, the bald old man raised his hand, and a few strong white men in tight T-shirts came out, knocked people unconscious without saying a word, and dragged them away like dead pigs.

And the bald old man smiled and explained, "I'm very sorry! Our guests, I hope I didn't scare you all. For your safety, I need to take effective measures."

Everyone probably knew who the bald old man was. Some put their fingers to their mouths and whistled sharply. Some even stood up and shouted, "You should kill the troublemaker!"

"Hahaha, yes, it should be killed. Doesn't Cyril like to kill people the most?" The guy who said this hadn't passed the laughter. Drag it away like a pig.

The whole process was done extremely neatly, and it shocked the entire venue.