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Although judging from Wang Ming's character, the chance of this kind of thing happening is only 1 in 1,000, but after all, there is still a 1 in 1,000 chance, isn't it? What if Wang Ming, who has always been shrewd, happens to have his brain in water at this time?

You must know that most of the cultural relics looted by the great powers were divided between Britain and France, and there are a large number of Chinese cultural relics in the Palace of Fontainebleau in France, and there is even one of the nine tripods that Wang Ming and Ming Dynasty thought about!

In the past few decades, the Chinese organization of the whole Shijie, whether legal or illegal, official or unofficial, and no matter what the purpose, has sent many elite generals under its command to try to infiltrate the Palace of Fontainebleau and get out those Chinese cultural relics stained with Chinese blood, tears and humiliation. But the end result was that all of these elite generals, without exception, were lost in the Palace of Fontainebleau, and their bones were gone.

These secret things are not known to ordinary people, even many high-ranking officials in the government and military are also unaware. The reason why Yang Xing was able to know a little bit about this matter was because of the light of this mission, so he was allowed to read some intelligence information in this area.

The mysterious and powerful Liliang hidden in the Palace of Fontainebleau made him, who had been in contact with many strange people, really feel cold and creepy. In Yang Xing's view, Wang Ming is not only his grandfather's savior but also his friend, and can even be regarded as his idol. He really didn't want Wang Ming to follow in the footsteps of those elite generals.

Wang Ming didn't know that Yang Xing was thinking a lot at this time. However, he saw Yang Xing's concern for him, and after smiling slightly, he replied: "I don't do anything, I just want to go to the Palace of Fontainebleau." ”

"Just strolling?" Yang Xing asked, his tone skeptical.

"Just shopping. Wang Ming replied, his tone very flat.

"I said Wang Ming, you're not going to step on it, are you?" Yang Xing frowned and thought for a while. He asked with a wry smile.

Wang Ming smiled dumbly, neither affirming nor denying, but said with an unfathomable face: "You say yes." If you say no, it's not. ”

"I said yes. Yang Xing did not hesitate at all.

"That is. Wang Ming was not the slightest bit ambiguous.

The wry smile on Yang Xing's face became more and more intense, he sighed and said, "Wang Ming." I'll tell you the truth, before I came to Europe, I was allowed to see some intelligence about the Château de Fontainebleau, and this damn museum is not simple, and it has been planted with a sea of people over the past few decades. These people are not rookies, all of them are elites, real elites, not necessarily worse elites than Wang Ming!"

Wang Ming's face did not show surprise, but nodded slightly: "I expected it." If this Palace of Fontainebleau had not been guarded by a strong man, I am afraid that the cultural relics of various countries treasured in it would have been stolen long ago. I still want to check it out, and you can rest assured. If I found out that this was indeed uncertain, I would not have risked my life as a gamble. ”

Listen to Wang Ming say this. Yang Xing knew that he had made up his mind. He has known Wang Ming since he was a child, and he naturally knows that although Wang Ming is usually very talkative, once he makes up his mind, it is not something that others can change. In desperation, he could only sigh. Asked, "Do you need me to do something?" Wang Ming was not polite to him, and said: "Prepare a car for me, I have no interest in walking to France." ”

"No problem. Yang Xing nodded in response, took out a mobile phone from his pocket, but it was not given to him by Richard, dialed a phone, told the other party to prepare a car, and parked outside Eagle Fort and waited. …,