Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 409: Ocean Princess

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Belgium, Brussels.

This small city is known as the European capital. There are many medieval buildings in the city, many of which have a century-old history and a classic atmosphere. Near the medieval square in the city center, there is an ‘Oak Tree Bookstore’.

The tinkling bell rang, and the postman pushed open the door of the bookstore, disturbing the wind chime slightly. The light in the bookstore is dim, and rows of bookshelves are filled with old books, and various oil paintings are on the walls. All the furnishings are neat and clean, and every piece can be named.

A white-haired old man was sitting behind the counter of the bookstore, wearing a hand-sewn old-fashioned suit with a gentle and calm temperament. Hearing the wind bell, the old man took off his glasses and raised his head, and after receiving a few words with the postman, he received an email.

"Dear Mr. Lerner, it looks like it was for me." The old man with white hair picked up a paper knife at hand and cut the envelope, and a few photos fell out of the envelope immediately. He put on his glasses again, grabbed the picture and glanced at it with a smile.

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

We have some oil paintings from New York in our hands, hoping to use your expertise to determine their value, and hope to use your channels to find new collectors for them. If you are willing to serve us, you can get 20% of the selling price of these oil paintings. "

There is an invitation letter in the envelope that says "Welcome Mr. Lerner to the Ocean Princess Art Appreciation Meeting". The old man with white hair looked at the photos that had just fallen, and he already knew what was going on?

"Ha Ha Ha ..., I was thinking when the mysterious thieves would sell these stolen goods, but he actually found me to organize the sale of these artworks." The white-haired old man chuckled a few times and looked again. After reading the letter, he finally grabbed the phone at hand and dialed a number to go out.

After half an hour, a powerful and strong man from Kong Wu came in outside the bookstore. He bowed his head slightly to the old man with white hair and asked, "Mr. Lerner, do you have any orders?"

Bai Fa smiled and said: "Calling for staff, we are going to take a cruise trip. Calling our old customers, they said that there are a lot of very rare artworks to be auctioned, and this auction will Our organization. "

Who would have expected that the owner of this old bookstore, Mr. Lerner, is in fact the largest black market dealer of artworks in Europe? Moreover, they are still family businesses. They served the royal families of European countries before World War I. By the time of World War II, they sold various looted precious artworks from the Nazis.

Now, the Lerna family has been operating for the fourth generation and has been distributing stolen goods for the world's top thieves, as well as providing customers with the most complete services. In contrast, Datian * police's level of sales is far away, and they have to find ways to find them to help them.

At the same time, Mr. Chris Elvin, a high-level agent at the CIA Hong Kong Station, has just stepped out of the Hong Kong Police Station. His public identity is the military attaché of the US consulate in Hong Kong, and he is now ordered to investigate the theft of artworks in the New York metropolis. Since the news of the sale of these artworks came from Hong Kong at the earliest, this task fell on him.

Hong Kong was once the spy capital of the Far East due to special political reasons. Almost all countries concerned about the Far East have set up spy agencies here. However, Hong Kong's international status is gradually decreasing, and spies are running towards Shanghai.

However, the status of the CIA Hong Kong station is still extremely important. Mr. Elvin started his investigation immediately after being ordered. He found the black market broker who was first queried and released the news, but there was not much information available.

"Someone called me and asked how I could get the artwork in my hand. I told him about ten minutes, and briefly said who would be better to find?" The black market broker did not hide anything. Everything is said.

Elvin very sensitively asked: "That is to say, the person who asked you didn't understand the black market for art?"

The broker nodded. "Yes, the other party is not very clear about the doorway. I gave the contact information of several famous black market organizers to the other party, and the phone hung up."

This situation makes Chris Elvin very strange. People who steal artworks have extremely high skills. The New York police has not yet fully understood how thieves stole a truck of things overnight. But this group of people gave out stolen news, but they looked very unprofessional.

Mr. Elvin traced the call to the black market broker specifically through the extension inside the Hong Kong Police Station. The result was unexpected again, and the person who called the consultation was watertight in anti-tracing, and no clue was left.

"This is a group of thieves who are good at stealing things, good at anti-tracing, but not good at selling stolen goods." Chris Elvin is giving his opponent a "portrait" to describe the characteristics of this or this group of thieves as much as possible. This is the basic skill of an intelligence officer.

And at this time, the real key person of the whole incident was worrying about a courier package in his own home, "This he * s mother wants to fix me!"

Zhou Qingfeng has already received 50 million US dollars of funds, and he is not worried when he has the money in his hands. Xiao Jinlang told him that it takes about a week for the sale of oil paintings, so he waited slowly and comfortably.

On this quiet day, Zhou Qingfeng continues to remotely control the next step of the Xu Guoqiang biochemical laboratory through the ‘radiation’ venture controlled by Feng Wan. He also asked Yuan Mei to register a [Wasteland] trading company, specializing in recycling various waste materials. Tens of millions of funds were invested in, and the young woman was scared to sleep all night.

And Zhou Qingfeng has time to learn about the theft in the New York Metropolitan Museum. He thought with his **** that it was a good thing for ‘GOD’, and this must be a follow-up mission to pit him. Sure enough ..., the task came through a courier package.

The package contains two first-class tickets for the luxury cruise ship ‘Ocean Princess’. Search online to know that this ship is the top cruise ship that travels around the world. Two days later, this ship that represents top enjoyment will dock at Shanghai. The ferry ticket is from Shanghai and stops at Hong Kong, Singapore and other places along the way.

There is actually a full set of Zhou Qingfeng's passports and ID documents in the package, and even the tickets for Shanghai are ready. There is also a note inside to protect your property, otherwise you will lose the 50 million you have now.

Lying trough, this is forcing Lao Tzu to go! Do not even deprive me of my existing 50 million. What does it mean to protect property? Zhou Qingfeng is a mess, and there are two first-class tickets in the package. He secretly thought: Isn't it not just me who can go alone, can he still bring his family members into it? (To be continued.)