Three months later, a heavy transport plane landed at an international airport on the Mediterranean coast in southeastern France.

Not long after, at the exit of the airport, a young man about 1.8 meters tall, dressed in Anima custom casual clothes, walked out with a beautiful woman in his arms.

The young man is very handsome, his facial features are like knives, sharp edges and corners, and the corners of his mouth raise a lazy arc from time to time, as if he doesn't care about anything around him, and he looks a little cynical.

The woman is very beautiful, with short ear-length hair, a pair of blue eyes like amber, crystal deep, and when she looks at the youth from time to time, the tenderness like water almost overflows.

Behind the two of them, there are two teams of burly bodyguards in suits and leather shoes, each of whom is more than 1.8 meters, with a glint in their eyes and a strong murderous aura on their bodies.

Wherever this group of people passed, other passengers and pedestrians avoided one after another, hiding in the distance and discussing.

"Anyway, who is this young man, what a big show..."

"It sounds familiar... I seem to have seen it somewhere..."

"Heh... Who else, the most annoying loser in the world, Jack Po. Smith..."

"Shhhh Just some time ago, it was kidnapped, and the American authorities used aircraft carriers and Marine Corps elites to rescue that..."

"Kidnapping a fart, that TM is a vacation, it is clear that it is a scene between this bastard and that group of gangster directors, so many people died, so many manpower and material resources were used, just to show off a wealth in front of the global audience, I really don't know if there is a hole in the brains of this thing."

"It was him, but I remember he wasn't a fat man before? How did it come to this?"

"Who knows, people have money, maybe they have taken new diet pills..."

"What is this bastard doing in the Alps?"

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"Chris, you go and contact the rental company, rent ten heavy trucks, the other brothers have a good rest, check the equipment, and we'll go into the Alps early tomorrow morning."

At the Mediterranean International Hotel, Yun Shibao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the snow-capped Alps in the distance, and looked at the head of the bodyguard, Chris, without looking back.

"Yes, young master." Hearing this, Chris nodded, glanced at his young master cautiously, and bowed out of the room.

I don't know why, after the young master came out of the Amazon forest, not only did he lose all his fat and became tough and handsome, but even his temperament became restrained and calm, not angry and arrogant, which made Chris not even dare to look at him.

"Master, can we really find Hitler's treasure?" Yun Shibao's side, Jieli slowly leaned in, her tone full of worry.

With the completion of medicinal material acquisition points in Brazil, Venezuela, El Guerador and other places, 20 billion US dollars have been spent, and if there is no capital injection, the entire medicinal material acquisition chain will be completely stagnant.

Jieli didn't know what her young master wanted so many medicinal materials for, but she faintly felt that it should be related to that kind of "superhuman" ability.

"Don't worry, when have you ever seen me fight a battle that I am not sure of? What you should be worried about now is how to exchange this treasure for cash...", holding Jieli's weak and boneless waist into his arms, Yun Shibao said with a smile.

There is a 3D real-life map built by the self-reincarnation agency, and the ownerless treasures on the land around the world will become Yun Shibao's bag, but he is willing to take it.

The only thing he needs to worry about is whether the large amount of gold flowing into the market will cause the price of gold to fall, causing his wealth to shrink.

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At three o'clock in the morning the next day, before dawn in France, ten trucks carrying a hundred tons drove into the Alps at night.

According to the route constructed by the virtual map, Yun Shibao and his party went straight to the air-raid shelter of ** treasure without any danger or danger.

At about noon, the convoy arrived at the entrance of the bomb shelter, Chris led several bodyguards into the bomb shelter to explore the way, and the rest of the bodyguards got out of the car and guarded with guns.

"Young master, there is an iron door about three hundred meters away from the bomb shelter, I measured it with an instrument, and it is 500 millimeters thick... Blasting is needed..."

"But in this way, the movement is too big, and I am afraid of causing unnecessary trouble," Chris said with a look of embarrassment.

Hitler's treasure is invaluable, once the movement is too big and the news leaks, the French official will never allow them to take away this treasure, and even send troops for this purpose, it may not be impossible to kill people and seize the treasure.

Therefore, before the action, the young master of his own family instructed him to act in a low-key manner, take out the treasure as quickly as possible, and transport it back to the New York warehouse.

But if it can't be blasted, how can the 500mm iron door be opened without an entry code?

"A 500 mm thick iron door? Let's go, let's take a look..."Hearing this, Yun Shibao raised his eyebrows and walked towards the air-raid shelter first.

Perhaps in order to facilitate the transportation of treasure, the road in the bomb shelter was built relatively wide, which could accommodate two heavy trucks driving side by side.

Walking along the road for more than 300 meters, in front of Yun Shibao is an iron gate about ten meters high and about five meters wide.

"Hey!" Yun Shibao subconsciously reached out and pushed the iron door, but he didn't move.

"Get out of the way..."Yun Shibao's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he waved at Jie Li and Chris and the others.

The next moment, under the ghostly gazes of several people, Yun Shibao bent down and squatted a horse step, his feet deeply embedded in the cement road under his feet.

"Hey, is the young master going to ..."As if thinking of something, Chris looked shocked and his face was full of disbelief.

"Vajra Palm!"

"Bang!" A loud shout was like thunder, followed by a dull loud noise, and I saw Yun Shibao's right hand glowing with golden light, and slammed it on the iron door.

"Hum..." several people felt a sudden shock on the ground under their feet.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!" There was a dull sound like raindrops, and in the stunned eyes of Chris and the others, the iron door that was 500 mm thick was unexpectedly sunken into a large piece.

The part that is deeply embedded like a mountain begins to loosen, and from time to time fine stone dust falls.

"Boom!" There was another loud bang, and everyone felt that it was dark in front of them, and a rotten breath came to their faces.

"It's... This... It's simply not human! Looking at the iron gate that was slapped out of the mountain by Yun Shibao's palm, Chris swallowed a mouthful of saliva and muttered subconsciously.

"What are you doing in a daze, let people drive the truck in for me and load the goods." When the dust fell, Yun Shibao glared at Chris viciously, and said angrily.

After cultivating to enter the second order, the power of the Vajra palm was greatly improved, and Yun Shibao estimated that he had at least 100,000 catties of huge strength in this palm, and it was not something to make a fuss about when he went down in a few palms to knock the iron gate out of the mountain.