Han Bin continued to observe the situation on the other side with a telescope, and he saw vehicles passing by one after another.

There are Lamborghini, Bentley, Pagani, Ferrari...... Except for a BMW 3 Series, almost all of them are luxury cars with millions or even tens of millions of yuan.

They drove into the gate of the villa like ghosts, and the security guards outside the gate were very happy to let them go after checking the identity of the guests, and did not conduct any further inspection of the vehicle.

Seeing this scene, Han Bin felt as if he had grasped something, so he sat back in his car and lit the fire.

There is only one private estate on this hill, in other words, as long as the people who go up the hill now must come to the annual meeting in the evening.

If he can sneak a ride on one of the rides, he can break through the outermost security and sneak into the Red Leaf Villa without realizing it.

As soon as he thought of it, Han Bin drove his Magotan to the foot of the mountain, opened the double flash, a car door, and put a warning sign on the back to create the illusion of breaking down.

And he himself hid in the grass on the other side of the road.

After that, four cars passed in a row, and it was not until the fifth car stopped, it was a gentian blue paramela, and from it stepped down a foreigner, blonde horse-faced and blue-eyed, typical Slavic appearance.

As he walked towards Magotan he asked the people in the car if they needed help in broken Chinese.

However, when he came to the car, he found that it was empty.

The foreigner was a little strange, and looked around again, but he didn't see the owner of Magotan nearby.

At this time, Han Bin had already scurried out of the grass and crept into Paramelari.

Han Bin curled his body into a ball and stuck it between the main driver's seat and the door as much as possible.

But in this way, he didn't see the foreigner outside the car, waved his hand, and pushed the one-and-a-half-ton ownerless Magotan to the side of the road in the air.

The foreigner looked at the road that had become more wide, clapped his hands with satisfaction, turned around and returned to his car, and continued to drive towards the Red Leaf Villa halfway up the mountain.

Han Bin in the back row tried his best to control his heartbeat, and he didn't dare to gasp.

After about ten minutes, the car stopped again, and Han Bin knew that they had arrived at the gate of the villa.

The foreigner opened the car window, stretched out his left hand, and pressed his fingerprint on something similar to a punch card machine.

The green light soon lit up on the instrument, but the foreigner did not drive immediately, but pulled out a cigar and asked the security guard, "Is there a fire, my friend?" ”

The security guard he questioned shook his head, and when the foreigner was disappointed, another security guard took out a lighter from his body, stepped forward, and lit his cigar for the foreigner.

The latter took a hard breath, spat out a smoke ring, and smiled with satisfaction on his face, then pointed at the security guard, "You wait! ”

As he spoke, he reached behind him with his other hand and fumbled in the back seat, but he didn't catch what he wanted.

Han Bin's heart had already reached his throat, and he was worried that the foreigner would poke his whole body over later, and even if he hid it well, it would be difficult not to be discovered.

Many thoughts flashed through Han Bin's mind at this moment, and he knew that he had to take a little risk.

So the next moment, he took the initiative to reach out and dialed the backpack in the back seat in the direction of the foreigner's palm, allowing the latter to grab the backpack bag smoothly.

"Ha, here it is, my little darlings."

The foreigner did not suspect it, lifted the backpack from the back seat, and opened the zipper on it.

I don't know what was taken out of it, and I threw it to the security guard, causing an exclamation.

He laughed and dropped his backpack in the passenger seat, sucked the cigar in his mouth, and drove his paramela into the lodge.

Since the zipper has been opened, this time Han Bin also saw what was in the backpack - RMB.

Han Bin visually measured that the thickness of each bundle was about 4-5cm, which means that a bundle is almost 50,000 yuan.

Han Bin had heard before that there were rich people abroad who would give money to the poor, but this time he saw a loser who would give 50,000 yuan for lighting a cigarette.

However, this also shows from another side that the business of the Third Age is not simple, and there are so many rich employees below.

Paramela drove a long distance before coming to a halt again.

The foreigner got out of the car and threw the car key to the waiter who greeted him, and Han Bin also wanted to get out of the car with him, but because he was not clear about the situation outside, for the sake of prudence, he still decided to stay in the car.

The waiter parked Palamella into the garage of the villa, and Han Bin remained patient until the waiter got out of the car and walked away, then he quietly straightened up and looked out of the car window first.

Unlike the strict security outside, there are almost no guards inside Momiji Villa, and it is estimated that the strategy of tightening the outside and loosening the inside is adopted.

First, it is to not disturb tonight's guests as much as possible, and secondly, Han Bin guesses that it is likely that there will be some unsavory things happening here tonight.

Thinking of this, he also came to his senses, gently pushed the car door, and slipped out of the car.

Han Bin looked around carefully, this is an underground garage, and it seems that there is more than one floor, he also saw the spiral lane in the northeast corner, there are about fifty parking spaces on this floor alone.

The whole garage is very beautifully designed, like a museum, and the parking spaces are separated by display cases.

There are ancient cultural relics stored in it, some from the East, some from the West, and even from countries that Han Bin has never heard of.

Han Bin is not an expert in this area, and he can't see how much these cultural relics are worth.

But if it's all true, it certainly won't be cheap.

Moreover, the owner of the manor just put them in the garage casually, Han Bin couldn't imagine how high the price would be if he didn't drive the car and crashed into a few display cases.

Sure enough, are all rich people crazy?

Han Bin later noticed that the collections in those display cases all seemed to be related to the myths and legends of different civilizations.

For example, in the display case on his left hand side is a saboti, Han Bin looked at the following introduction and said that this is a kind of burial object used by the ancient Egyptians when they were buried, and the body and legs will be engraved with a spell to make it the servant of the deceased in Hades.

In the display case on his right, there is a jade-handled magic sword, which belongs to Taoism from the talisman of the hilt.

Han Bin suddenly remembered something when he saw this jade-handled magic sword, took out his mobile phone and took a picture of it, wanting to send it to the bureau to find someone to check to see if this would constitute the crime of reselling cultural relics.

But soon he found that his phone had no signal.

(End of chapter)