"Wu --"
Standing at the edge of a suddenly collapsed pit, Mark poked his head inside and could vaguely see the shape of a deer and hear the mournful cries being emitted in a low voice.
Are there deer in the Seattle jungle?
Mark touched his chin, thinking curiously.
Seattle is located in the northwest corner of Washington State, between Puget Sound and Lake Washington, and has a temperate marine climate
After pondering for a while, Mark shook his head and decided not to ask such a boring question anymore.
Take out a piece of rope from the black backpack behind you and take off your coat.
Expose the white shirt tightly against the eight symmetrical abdominal muscles, carefully take off the valuable tie and fold it.
This behavior directly made Jiumei, who was secretly observing, sneer and say, "There are several oil paintings you brought from your vampire girlfriend's house in the garbage bin. Selling any of them is enough for you to retire. As for being so stingy?"
"You know a ball..."
"Bang... another dirty word, believe it or not, I threw away all the things you left in my garbage bin."
Mark covered his forehead and said, "Okay, okay, I was wrong!"
With such a golden finger spread out, Mark felt that it was better not to traverse.
No functions are provided, only basic life safety is guaranteed.
Think of your own methods and techniques.
Strength and so on, we also need to do it ourselves.
In short, this golden finger is not at all like what Mark had imagined at the time!
I thought I could kick and defeat the tyrant, and the tiger's body shook and intimidated all directions.
What's the result!
I can't even beat a little kid from my vampire girlfriend's house.
As soon as Mark thought about it, he felt waves of sadness surging into his heart!
After a pause.
Tie one end of the rope to a thick brown tree, then tighten it tightly.
Mark then said, "When I left the novice village, the value of the artwork had not yet reached its peak, and selling it would be a complete loss of blood."
"And now!"
Mark looked up at the sky and said with a hint of melancholy, "The value is now there. The key is that those paintings were all stolen from the last century and belong to the black market. It's okay not to sell them. If they do, it will be troublesome if the FBI's group of wealthy art detectives come knocking on them."
"Fruit or still life on the table and the little dog"
"Women and Two Armchairs"
Just these two oil paintings that Mark walked from the warehouse of his vampire girlfriend's house.
The current market valuation is as high as 15 million euros.
But
Art is not as fast as gold or diamonds.
Once time goes by, those FBI sniffers who smell the smell will definitely come knocking on them.
When Mark thought about this, he hated why he didn't take a computer course at Yale.
As a person of two generations, his computer skills still remain at the level of proficiency in using and mastering office software
After preparing the backpack again and confirming that the rope around my waist is very secure.
Mark lifted his breath, turned on the searchlight above his head, and prepared for a journey of discovery.
By the way, didn't those three high school students come straight into the pit?
During the process of vertical descent into the pit, Mark couldn't help but think of such a doubt in his heart.
"Pa -"
About a minute later, Mark's toes touched the ground and looked around the pit.
Black and not smooth, a damp and hot smell mixed with earthy smell rushed in.
That feeling!
Mark, who almost suffocated, carefully untied the rope and fixed him on the soil wall.
Looking at the dying deer lying in front of him.
With a clang, Mark pulled out the black tactical dagger he carried with him.
Squatting in front of the little deer, caressing its head, murmuring something to itself.
Next second!
A cold light flashed by, and the little deer suddenly lost its voice.
"Cruelty -"
"This is called the hunter's mercy -"
Mark shrugged and stuffed the dagger back into the belt, looking out.
I couldn't tell at all that there was a dagger hidden inside the belt!
One of Mark's rules is to carry weapons wherever you go!
Standing up, he searched for a passage with a faint glow, and with a click, he opened the safety of his pistol and cautiously walked along the ground.
Since experiencing the inhumane brawl at the age of sixteen, Mark no longer believes what Nine Sisters said.
What else do you say about carrying it with you, innate invincibility.
When Mark left his hometown, his handsome cheeks were swollen like a ball.
"Dida -"
In the passage, Mark carefully avoided each puddle.
Even so, the leather shoes on the feet were already covered in mud.
You should know that Mark's salary in recent years has been either paying taxes on his Manhattan mansion or buying clothes.
The thought of returning nearly $2000 in credit cards next month made Mark's heart ache.
After arriving here, Mark felt that he had been completely assimilated into the agreed tradition of Eastern people saving money.
Almost all payments are made today with tomorrow's money.
Deposit or something?
Not at all!
When he was in college, if it weren't for the relief from those gangs, Mark thought he would probably starve to death.
When performing duties in the East, there are not many places where money needs to be used.
But all of that year's salary was used to pay off his twelve credit cards.
A whole year's salary is gone like this!
After careful consideration, Mark immediately wiped out the twelve credit cards after completing the repayment.
Leave only one AliExpress card with a limit of 200000 yuan.
Of course, Mark would not admit that the main reason for canceling the card is that the credit limit is too low.
Especially Stark Commercial Bank, which was extremely stingy, gave Mark a limit of 10000 yuan.
After all, he is also a federal agent. Mark believes that this is discrimination against government workers by prickly fruit.
Ten minutes later!
After walking through the long passage, Mark's eyes lit up instantly.
Staring ahead, inside a pit, a faint blue light flickered like a peculiar crystal resembling a giant sea urchin.
"Oh! My baby..."
scumbag
Mark has been immune to Nine Sisters' habitual roast for more than ten years.
Roast, just roast, as long as you don't leave yourself.
As long as he stays with him, Mark always feels that one day, with his own perseverance.
The boudoir in Jiumei's mouth will definitely open up for herself!
Legend has it that the daughter of the Immortal Lord has a private small treasury, not to mention how much inventory there is!
At least there is a warehouse for sugar Ginseng fruit.
Mark's wish is very small, as long as he eats a bite of 30000 year old mature food before he dies.
"Xilala -"
Nine sisters in the sea of gods heard abnormal movements.
Upon emerging from the outside world, he immediately screamed, "You beast, what do you want?"
Mark untied his clothes and said, "It is said that when accepting opportunities, maintaining a natural state is the most advantageous, you don't understand!"
After speaking, pull your hands together.
In an instant, the gentleman became straightforward