In front of the master, Zhang Yang directly waved his hand and put these banknotes into the storage space.

Seeing these banknotes disappear out of thin air, the corner of the master's eyes twitched.

If it weren't for his own thoughts, he thought that he had eaten the cattle president, and he would not have lost 500,000 US dollars in vain.

His heart is full of jealousy for Zhang Yang at the moment.

Putting away the money, Zhang Yang showed a neat mouthful of big white teeth, and said "grateful" to the master.

"This time, thanks to the generosity of the master."

Zhang Yang's words were full of ridicule, and the three people present could hear it, and the master's face couldn't see anything, and he seemed to be mentally prepared to be thrown into the well.

"At 7 o'clock tonight, there is a flight to Los Angeles in the United States, Xiaoshi, after you bring your things, Weiston will take this flight abroad with you, and when you get there, you follow Weiston's arrangement and hand over your things to them, this is your passport and new ID card, and the ticket has been bought."

Mr. Niu said and handed over a file bag, Zhang Yang opened it and saw that there were two brand-new passports and ID cards, one for the United States, one for the Chinese, and a ticket from the provincial capital to Los Angeles.

"You said you were going to Boston, but there was no flight to get there in the provincial capital, I thought, anyway, you have to stay in the United States for a while, I asked Weston to help, and also got you a legal passport in the United States, that identity is Chinese, as long as it is not the FBI and CIA deliberately investigate you, basically fine."

"A passport to the United States? Veston? ”

Mr. Niu smiled, and Viston blinked, obviously very complacent.

Zhang Yang is very satisfied, and the remuneration for this transaction is very reasonable.

He made a big deal for Mr. Niu and his master, and in addition to receiving 500,000 US dollars, he also had two legal passports. It was enough to save him a lot of trouble.

"It's okay if I don't have a ticket to Boston, I can fly from Los Angeles just as well."

"That's going to be easy."

Zhang Yang remembered that Professor X's address was in a wealthy area of New York, and he claimed to be a school, although Zhang Yang did not know the specific address, but as long as he inquired about all the schools around New York, he should be able to find it.

Previously, Zhang Yang said that he was going to Boston because he knew that after Professor X's school was attacked by Stryker, Storm Girl and Jean Gray would meet Wolverine at Iceman's home. And the Iceman's hometown is in Boston.

But now that Zhang Yang has changed his mind, the blue devil who can teleport, it seems that he has not yet attacked the president of the United States, so Zhang Yang still went directly to New York to find Professor X's school.

"Do you want to do anything else? No words. Take me to see the cargo first, we have to get to the airport early. ”

It's four o'clock in the afternoon. There were still three hours until seven o'clock.

"Good. Then let's go over now, the things are on the master's territory, master, lead the way. ”

Zhang Yang put away the ticket and passport, and then followed the master to a remote warehouse, where there were several men dressed in workers' clothes. Seeing the master coming, he immediately bowed respectfully.

"Miao is always good!"

"Open the door, and when we get in, pay attention to our surroundings."

The master didn't have time to be polite, so he waved his hand directly to signal the man to open.

"Understood."

This warehouse. It has been very remote since the beginning of construction, just used to hide some invisible people, and the solid iron door outside is actually a combination lock.

Bang, after the gate opened, everyone rushed in, and Zhang Yang saw several large wooden boxes on the ground at a glance.

There is a clean straw in the wooden box, and there are several lockboxes lying quietly, and the master enters the password in turn to open it, the first one is relatively large, and the twelve zodiac bronze bull heads wrapped in silk cloth, and the second inside, is to store the authentic handiwork of the cursive script of the "Peace Post".

In the wooden box next to it, there are some other fragmentary cultural relics, which are worth hundreds of thousands to hundreds of thousands, and compared with the cursive script of the peace post and the head of the bronze ox, it is not worth mentioning at all.

"Can you put these things away?"

Everyone's eyes were on Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang tried to collect it, but got a hint that it was too large to fit in.

"The wooden box on the outside shouldn't work, but the lockbox inside can."

With a wave of Zhang Yang's hand, several lockboxes in the wooden box disappeared.

"Great, it's no problem to put it away."

Seeing that things could indeed be put away, the master's face softened and breathed a sigh of relief, and then Zhang Yang put the lockboxes in the remaining wooden boxes into the storage space.

"Ah Fei, you take someone to bring other things over, put them in the box, and act according to Jihua."

The master called the people outside, and then Zhang Yang saw that these people came over with some empty lockboxes and put them in the wooden box, which contained some luxury cigarettes and alcohol, as well as some precious medicinal materials, in short, compared with the cultural relics just now, it was far from it.

"At 5:50 p.m., you and the others set off in batches with boxes, according to Jihua to delay the time, remember, be sure to hold off those policemen."

"Master, don't worry, we will definitely handle these things for you."

The man nodded, "I didn't do any less of these things."

"Don't underestimate the police, be careful."

Only then did the master relax and leave with everyone.

At 6:30 p.m., Zhang Yang and Wei Sidong arrived at the provincial airport on time.

The 7 o'clock flight will fly directly to Los Angeles, about 18 hours away. For the sake of secrecy, Mr. Niu and the master's people did not come to see off the two.

There was no problem with the identity prepared by Mr. Niu for Zhang Yang, and his passport and air ticket passed through the security check smoothly.

After passing through the security check and changing the boarding pass, the two finally successfully boarded the plane.

The two were travelling in business class and were seated next to each other.

Putting his backpack on the luggage rack, Zhang Yang looked at the red sunset outside the window, and looked at Veston.

"They're already on their way."

"Yes."

The man named Ah Fei under the master, and the others left the provincial capital with four wooden boxes each, and deliberately exposed their whereabouts.

The officers wouldn't find out until after the night had passed. The goods they were tracking were not cultural relics at all, but some high-end tobacco, alcohol, and medicinal herbs that looked expensive but were actually ordinary, and by this time, Zhang Yang and Weiston had already entered the territory of the United States.

Even if the Huaxia police want to track it down, it will be too late.

"Anything is okay, right?"

"It's fine."

Before, Weiston was still a little worried, for fear that the plane security would search for the guns he carried, so he let Zhang Yang enter the system space together.

The storage space is equivalent to entering another dimension, X-rays. Equipment such as metal detectors could not be detected at all, so they passed the customs without any problems.

At 7 o'clock sharp, the whole plane did not have any delays, and the air visibility was good. It has taken off normally.

Feeling the familiar take-off vibration, Zhang Yang's eyes fell farther and farther to the ground. Say goodbye silently in my heart.

"Zaijian. Chinese! ”

Provincial capital, in a certain building.

Mr. Niu and Master Niu each held a glass of red wine and looked out the window attentively, a Boeing 747 large passenger plane had taken off.

"In about ten hours, this deal will be negotiated."

"Wait until you pay over there. I'll transfer you immediately. "It's the master who speaks.

"I'm okay with this, but it's a pity that it's a good seedling."

Niu always felt a little sorry, the master knew who he was talking about, and was about to say something. His phone rang.

"Hey."

"Master, we have already set off, and two plainclothes cars are following behind."

"I know, take him to continue to walk around, give me all the way south, drag it for 20 hours."

"Understood."

As several large trucks secretly drove out of the provincial capital, and then ran headlong to the highway, two ordinary black cars, hanging far behind.

"Bureau Zhao, Master's people have set off, and we are already following, and it seems that they are going south."

"Continue to track, don't reveal your identity, and when the other party delivers the goods, everyone will get the stolen goods together."

"Understood."

The two cars were filled with plainclothes policemen, who were responsible for keeping an eye on the smuggling of antiquities.

The peace post of the legendary book saint Wang Xizhi, as well as the precious bronze bull head, is very likely to be in this transaction.

A total of four pickup trucks drove out of the provincial capital, each with five policemen watching, what they didn't know, this was just the master's plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, and the real cultural relics had flown abroad with a passenger plane.

They had contacted the airport before, and all luggage was strictly checked, but for Zhang Yang, these checks were useless.

Eighteen hours later, the plane landed at the airport in Los Angeles, USA.

This city, which has dealt with Zhang Yang countless times, was once again stepped on by Zhang Yang.

After getting off the plane, Viston quickly contacted his own people, and several cars picked up Wise, Zhang Yang got into the car, took out the cultural relics, and handed them over to Wisen to take away.

"Mr. Shi, if you have the opportunity, you must come to Las Vegas, we can help with anything, this is my business card."

Mr. Bright handed Mr. Zhang his contact information in the United States.

"I know, I'll definitely visit if I have the chance."

“zaijian！”

Seeing several cars leave, Zhang Yang turned around and returned to the airport and bought a new ticket.

These precious cultural relics, although they have left the country, are still in the hands of the Chinese, and compared with people like Master Niu, the Chinese family surnamed Chen, Zhang Yang seems more at ease.

"Mr. Smith, where do you want your ticket?"

"New York, the fastest one."

"Haode, please wait, please go through the security check at the ticket gate, exchange for your boarding pass, and board the plane."

The blonde stewardess had a good attitude, flamboyantly took the ticket and boarded the plane to New York.

At the same time, Huaxia, G City.

A pickup truck finally arrived in the city, ready to deliver to the other party, and the police, who had followed them for a day and a night, quickly drew their guns and surrounded the place.

“zhanzhu！ Don't move! ”

"Put things down, hands up!"

When these policemen excitedly opened the wooden box, they were greeted by some high-end tobacco and alcohol, as well as medicinal materials such as cordyceps and ganoderma lucidum, and there was no trace of antiques at all.

"it!"

Only then did these policemen react and they were fooled. (To be continued......)