Beta armor was stolen a day later, late at night. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

An elongated Lincoln sedan drove gently down the wide, empty streets, flanked by huge buildings of the old style, with name plates carved in stone to add to their imposingness.

At the end of the empty one-way street, a tall square building appeared in front of it, about twenty meters high, with some glittering decorations on the perimeter and the walls painted plain earthy yellow. The expensive Lincoln sedan was parked in this backstreet without a glimmer of light.

If anything, if anything, could be more bizarre than a limousine parked in such a place, it would be only when a row of limousines were parked in such a place - as it is now. Including this Lincoln, there are already four high-end sports cars parked here, tightly confined to this small space.

The heavy door of the Lincoln opened, and the man in the black tuxedo got down first and opened the door of the back seat. The boss figure who leaned out of the back seat was more than two meters tall, with a solid physique that was somewhat exaggerated, and his skin was an eerie blue. He was dressed in a hand-made formal suit, which felt like a combination of barbarism and aristocracy.

This man's code name is "Tombstone", and he is also one of the most powerful tycoons in New York City at the moment. Now that Kim has fallen, the Daoists usually think that he and the big guy codenamed "Silvermane" are the most likely candidates to dominate the city.

Out of nowhere, the waiter in a white tuxedo appeared in the narrow alleyway, bowed respectfully to the tombstone, and led him inside. As they passed through a dimly lit passage, their vision was suddenly brightened by a dazzling light. It was a magnificent crystal lamp, hanging high from the ceiling, and the golden light filled the vast space.

The golden room was almost exaggerated, and one crystal lamp after another illuminated the room without missing a single corner, but there were only five people in this huge space.

But don't underestimate these five people, each of the people who can qualify to come here has enough energy to shake the entire city. First of all, the old man in a white suit and over the age of sixtieth sitting on the far right is the famous New York City boss "Silver Mane"; Beside him was a mysterious man in a black cloak, with the brim of his cloak drawn low, and his face hidden deep in the shadow of the brim. This mysterious man is said to be the representative of the legendary organization "Hydra", and it can be said that he is the largest of the group.

And then in addition to the tombstone that just came in, there is another one-eyed, bearded uncle, who also looks the most harmless to humans and animals. Although he is not a big man, the owner behind him is said to be a big man, but he is unwilling to reveal his identity.

The last person sitting on the far side was a man wearing black square-rimmed glasses, exuding an air of civility and politeness. But this guy also has a lot of background, it is said that he is still on the run, the most trusted subordinate of Jin and his subordinates, his name is Wesley, and this time he also came here on behalf of Jin, who is inconvenient to come forward in person.

After the tombstone came in and found a place to sit down, Silvermane glanced at it, and then slapped it loudly, as if it was some kind of signal. A moment later, a waiter in a white tuxedo, silver cuffs, and white gloves walked up to the high platform in the center, carrying a black metal backpack and laying it flat on the podium.

The armor of the Amozhuo Beta, the super powerful equipment that was just snatched from the Aegis by Silvermane in the early hours of this morning, is of immeasurable value. Unexpectedly, he did not choose to monopolize this technology, but chose to take it out and invite these bigwigs to auction it in the form of a closed-door auction.

Silvermane coughed lightly and said, "I believe everyone already knows what this is, so I won't introduce it more, and let's start directly." ”

"Of course, it was already clear when I got the invitation." The tombstone glanced at the silver mane and said lightly, "But I didn't expect that you were willing to take out this kind of thing that might determine the right to rule, and the credibility is very suspicious anyway." ”

"I'm old after all." Silvermane sighed slightly, "Now I don't want to be involved in these disputes anymore. ”

"It doesn't matter." The mysterious Hydra representative spoke, "We've done the basics, and that armor is genuine. So don't waste time and get started. ”

"Yes, the purpose for which we are gathered here today is clear." Silvermane nodded and motioned to his auctioneer on the stage, "Then let's start like this." ”

The auctioneer nodded and said loudly: "Then first, let's start with one million, and each time the price increase is at least ten thousand dollars." ”

"One million and one million." The tombstone did not hesitate to speak.

"One and a half million." It was Wesley who spoke.

"Two million." The tombstone clenched.

The bearded uncle looked at the old man with his one-eyed thief for a long time, and hurriedly spoke, as if he was afraid that the opportunity would run away: "Two million and one thousand dollars!" ”

However, no one paid any attention to him, and Wesley immediately raised the price again, this time directly to two and a half million.

But in fact, so far it has only been a warm-up, and it is not really a start at all. If someone had taken ownership of this set of armor for only two million, I'm afraid no one would have agreed.

"Fifty million." The mysterious representative of the Hydra spoke in a hoarse voice, and although his voice was not loud, it overshadowed the audience, and it was impossible to ignore.

After a pause, he added lightly: "Our Hydra style is that we never like to waste time. ”

Both Tombstone and Wesley frowned, looked embarrassed, and didn't speak again for a while.

"I must warn you, sir." The auctioneer warns, "I am afraid that the bid you are proposing will be much higher than the amount you have deposited into your auction account. In fact, none of the buyers' accounts present had this amount. ”

"As soon as the bank opens tomorrow morning, the organization will send the money over." The mysterious man said lightly, "Hydra's credibility is definitely trustworthy. ”

"Me too." Wesley spoke immediately.

"Me too." Tombstone Road.

The auctioneer glanced at Silvermane, as if reading what he meant from the boss's eyes.

He raised the auction gavel and tapped it on the table, saying, "Okay, then we'll continue tomorrow night." ”

(Thanks to the book friend WCA666 for the 100 starting coins!) ）