Seeing Shi Bangyao, it was much worse than he imagined, and although Emperor Chongzhen was a little disappointed, he corrected his thoughts. The www.biquge.info knows that it is basically useless to look at ministers by relying on history, after all, history is written by people. In particular, the history of the Ming Dynasty was written by the Qing Dynasty, and it is the most unreliable official historical material in history.

"There are a lot of controversial figures at the end of the Ming Dynasty, you have to see it yourself and choose it yourself!" Emperor Chongzhen breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was about to exhale the turbid breath in his chest.

Since he came to the Ming Dynasty, it seems that he has taken more deep breaths, and Emperor Chongzhen knows that this is because he always feels depressed in his chest. Deep breathing can relieve this depression and allow you to feel a lot better.

After dinner, Emperor Chongzhen accompanied Empress Zhou for a walk in the harem, the palace maid carried a lantern to open the way in front, and Wang Chengen was waiting by his side.

The cool breeze of the palace at night is very poetic, and Emperor Chongzhen is in a good mood when he wanders in this huge palace complex. Anyway, the worst is just the same as the previous life, so what else? When I think about it this way, all the nonsense is gone.

Emperor Chongzhen looked at the time and stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Empress Zhou's slender waist: "Let's go rest, it's not early." ”

Looking through the light, Emperor Chongzhen found that Empress Zhou's face was a little red, nodded slightly, and leaned on Emperor Chongzhen's shoulder.

In modern time, in Chinatown, Manhattan, New York, in a very high-end bar VIP room, the music is very noisy, the dancer wearing only a bikini is doing all kinds of provocative moves, and the black man who walks in slaps the dancer on the body.

"Smack!" After that, the dancer also shouted, and the spring was full of spring love and teasing.

The black man hugged the dancer and kissed her fiercely, then sat down on the chair laughing, reached out and picked up the bottle, and took a few sips. Holding the pistol on the table in his hand, the black man turned his head to look at the yellow man beside him: "Boy, is your boss still coming?" ”

Glancing at Lockox Seventeen in the hands of the man in black, the yellow man's face did not change at all, and he just said lightly: "Soon!" ”

The yellow man's English was stiff and not very proficient, he just sat there by himself, not caring about anything else in the room.

After a short time, the door of the private room was pulled open from the outside, and a yellow man stepped in, and when he saw the scene in the room, his face suddenly sank, and he reached out and took out a roll of dollar bills from his coat pocket, and stuffed it directly into the dancing girl's bikini.

Pointing to the door, the visitor said, "Out, now!" ”

When the dancers all walked out, the visitor waved his hand and gave the yellow man who came early a slap: "What are you doing here?" Make it like this, you let the young director come over? Why don't you hurry up and arrange a new room? ”

"Hey!" The man hurriedly gathered his legs and bowed, and said loudly, "I'll go right away." ”

The person who came slowly walked in front of the black man and said with an expressionless face: "Mr. Hunt, this time our young director came in person, you had better make sure that the thing is real, otherwise it will be difficult to end." ”

"****, I don't know if it's true, and I don't promise it's true." Hunter picked up Locke XVII on the table: "If you don't want to do it, I can go to the Taiwanese and believe they are very willing to see my things." ”

The man slowly straightened up and suddenly smiled, "Mr. Hunt, Willis is asking everywhere about your whereabouts. ”

Hearing the Japanese mention the name Avilis, Hunter's body trembled, his expression instantly became ugly, his lips began to tremble, he raised his head and looked at the Japanese and said, "Yamamoto, you sent someone to check on me?" ”

Stretching out a finger and shaking it, Yamamoto said with a smile: "I didn't, it was Willis who let out the wind on the road and wanted to buy your head, 500,000 US dollars, which is really a lot of wealth." He reached out and patted Hunter on the shoulder and said, "I'm all tempted, so you'd better pray that this time things will satisfy our young director, or I'll be ready to make a little extra money." ”

Hunter's body trembled, swallowed his saliva, and pulled out a smile after a while: "I also want to take a test for a sum of money to leave New York." ”

"Actually, I'm more curious about how you offended Avilis, that Jew is so easy to mess with, we don't want to deal with him. Now he's willing to buy your head for 500,000 dollars, and I'm curious about what's in it, it's worth 500,000 dollars! ”

Speaking of the word dollar, Teichiro Yamamoto was very hard, and his eyes seemed to be glowing.

Hunter raised his head and stared at Yamamoto Teichiro for a long time, and finally shook Orocle XVII in his hand, but did not speak.

Soon the new place was ready, and Hunter came to the door, and found that the corridor was already full of men in black, and although their faces were all Japanese, they were all muscular in shape. The pockets bulging around their waists are obviously all pistols.

Coming to the door, Teichiro Yamamoto stretched out his hand to Hunter: "Hand over the gun." ”

Glancing at Teichiro Yamamoto, Hunter took out the Loroc XVII in his hand and reached out and handed it to Teichiro Yamamoto.

Nodding with satisfaction, Teichiro Yamamoto reached out and opened the door, made a gesture of please to Hunter, and said with a smile: "Mr. Hunter, please come in!" ”

At this time, Hunter regretted it in his heart, why did he do such a big thing? I found some Japanese, and it turned out to be like this, and I don't know why, the owner of the pawnshop, the Chinese, suddenly appeared in Hunter's mind.

"Go back to him!" The thought that crossed Hunter's mind made Hunter himself feel crazy.

Looking back now, Emperor Chongzhen said that he would let him go back, and Hunter couldn't help but recall it like this, and it was also at this moment that Hunter realized that Emperor Chongzhen was extraordinary. A small shopkeeper who buys arms in large quantities is certainly not an ordinary person.

Hunter comforted himself so that this was his last retreat, and Willis actually wanted himself.

Reaching out and drawing a cross on his chest, he reached out and picked up the necklace around his neck, kissed it on his mouth, and then walked into the room.

Entering the room, Hunter saw a young man, who looked to be in his twenties, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, shaking it constantly. Behind the young man stood two people, a middle-aged man with eyes on the left and a girl with short hair on the right.

Hunter could see that the girl was supposed to be the young man's bodyguard, with sharp and fierce eyes.

"Mr. Hunt?" The young man glanced at Hunter, smiled and made a gesture of please: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Mitsumio, and I am very interested in something in Mr. Hunter's hand, I guess Mr. Hunt has already brought it, right?" ”

Nodding, Hunter took out a black bag from behind him, opened the bag, and quickly took out a Japanese short knife from inside.

The wooden scabbard was badly damaged, and the blade inside could be seen through the gap, and it was bright.

Sanmizuo reached out and picked up the knife, reached out and stroked it lightly a few times, and slowly pulled the knife out, and the knife light flashed away. After looking at the blade, Sanshuiwei's face was happy, and he looked at a mark on the handle of the knife, and his expression was a little excited.

Stretching out his hand to hand the knife to the man wearing glasses behind him, Mizuio said eagerly: "Mr. Miyamoto, please take a look!" ”

Sanshuiwei nodded, respectfully took the knife with both hands, then looked carefully, lightly tapped the blade, then looked at the mark on the handle of the knife, and nodded to Sanshuiwei: "Young director, things are fine." ”

Listening to the words of the middle-aged Miyamoto, Sanshuiwei suddenly looked happy and shouted.

Taking the knife and putting it back in the scabbard from the beginning, Mitsuio breathed a sigh of relief and said to Hunter with a smile: "Mr. Hunt, the thing is very good, I like it very much, the price is no problem, this knife is 500,000, I will accept it." As for the rest of the things around Hunter, we can continue to trade, and as long as the things are genuine, we will definitely give Mr. Hunt a satisfactory price. ”

Half a million dollars? Hunter's breathing was a little short, he didn't expect such a knife to be worth half a million dollars.

Hunt rang out to the Chinese boss again, and glanced at the knife in Mitsuio's hand, and Hunter had a feeling of regret that he seemed to have done something wrong.

Seeing that Hunter's mood was not high, Sanmizuo didn't ask, but nodded to the girl behind him, and the girl immediately took a suitcase from the side and opened the box in front of Hunter, revealing a box of dollar bills inside.

"The money is all old money, with no special markings, and Mr. Hunt can use it as much as he wants." Mimizuo made a gesture of please.

Picking up the box, Hunter walked outside, and Sanshuiwei instructed the girl behind him: "Let people follow him, Willis will definitely go back and kill him, I don't care if he lives or dies, but get me all the things in his hands." ”

The girl nodded, turned around and went out to arrange, but the middle-aged Gongben spoke at this time: "We should go to that Chinese store, Hunter is a stolen thing, I think your Chinese store must have something we are interested in." ”

Sanmizuo nodded and said with a smile: "Of course, this sword is a katana of the Tokugawa retainers during the Tokugawa Ieyasu period, but this family does not exist anymore." ”

"If you can buy the family's heirloom knife, the value is immeasurable." The middle-aged Miyamoto said solemnly: "It's not money that can be measured, it will be of a lot of benefit to our Sanshui, but I don't know if that Chinese can still get it." ”

"I hope I can do it!" Mizuio smiled slightly: "Chinese always have good things." ”

Although Emperor Chongzhen thought that he would see Hunter, he didn't expect it to be so fast, looking at Hunt in a hurry, Emperor Chongzhen smiled slightly: "Come so fast?" Looking at the way you look, it seems that something terrible has happened, it can't be that someone is trying to kill you, right? ”