Last night, the elder Daikin captured a live one and kept it to confirm the identity of "Kerrychay".

When Shannon brought back a photo of the corpse taken at the mission site for the living to be sure, the man knew that he would not survive, so he lied with his life and falsely claimed that Kritchhai was dead.

Zhang Jing didn't know that he had been deceived, let alone that the Indians were thieves, and then called back to lawyer Shen Mingming, it turned out that he had bought Whale Mountain, a ten-kilometer land centered on the tomb group.

Because it is not his ancestors, it is useless to keep the tomb group, and the land is even more useless, it is all business, and he called Thorpe, an aboriginal with a casino background, a pentathlon athlete.

Knowing that Zhang Jing had an aboriginal burial complex about 6,000 years ago, Thorpe was quite interested.

For the aboriginal bosses, their pursuit of the return of their ancestors' things is actually exactly the same as the Longguo people's hope that the cultural relics lost overseas will return home, without complicated thoughts.

Because he had a photo in his hand, Zhang Jing asked Thorpe to go to the farm for an interview, and to put it bluntly, he was talking about the price.

The price is right, and then go to the scene to see the real thing, otherwise it is too far to run back and forth, toss, and it is better to be tossed by your girlfriend at home for that time.

Thorpe came quickly, arriving in two hours, the same as before, an S600, five X5s, all bulletproof cars, 12 bodyguards.

Although it is not the first time I have seen it, Zhang Jing feels exaggerated every time.

The bodyguard stayed in the courtyard, in the living room, Zhang Jing pushed the thick stack of photos printed out in advance to Thorpe, "You take a look first."

The handsome, neat and tidy Thorpe reached out to take the photo and looked at it quietly.

"This—" Thorpe was shocked by the size of the tomb complex, "how could there be so many?"

The photograph Thorpe was looking at was the front of the tomb complex, with more than 100 stone caves densely scattered on the knife-like edge.

"These are real," Zhang Jing said, "At first, I thought it was a modern tomb, but I measured carbon-14 and determined that it was left by ancient people about 6,000 years ago, and the higher the cave, the more stone tools and bone tools were buried."

Thorpe flipped through the photos faster and faster, and after about five minutes, he put them all down.

Knowing that Zhang Jing was a treasure hunter, Thorpe went straight to the point and asked, "What is the situation of this tomb group now?" How much are you going to sell it for?"

"I have already bought ten kilometers of land around the tomb group, you can report the price yourself, the old rule, there is only one chance to quote, and the transaction is not benevolent," Zhang Jing looked sincere and a little cowardly, "I can't afford to provoke it."

Thorpe, who has handsome facial features and a big back hair, understands in his heart that Zhang Jing wants to maximize his interests and doesn't want to annoy him, so he set up such a "one-time quotation opportunity" rule.

Therefore, if he is not satisfied with the price he gives, Zhang Jing will decisively give up the transaction and find another buyer.

Thinking for a while, Soputi said, "I have two offers, one: 25 million meters, two: 1 meter, plus a permanent 10% handling fee to help you launder money."

"I choose..."Zhang Jing was stuck, he wanted to choose money, but found that the second condition was also very good, or even better.

After thinking for seven or eight seconds, Zhang Jing chose pure, "I'll choose the first one."

Thorpe understood that Zhang Jing was worried about falling into the hands of others, so he simply took the money directly, saw it, touched it, paid taxes honestly, and didn't have to worry about not being able to sleep at night.

Doing things well, Thorpe paid the check on the spot, Zhang Jing did not ink, and immediately took the customer to the tomb group to hand over on the spot.

Just as Zhang Jing asked the elder Daikin to drive, Thorpe pointed to the S600 bulletproof car he was riding in and invited, "Take my car, we can be friends."

Zhang Jing did not refuse, and sat in the back row with Thorpe.

It is not a high-end sedan, and the interior, space, and grade are three or four levels higher than the X5 bulletproof car.

The convoy then departed, with Thorpe's six-car convoy leading the way, with the elder Dakkin driving behind.

"I'm following Seattle horse racing," Thorpe chatted in the car, "and your horse is doing well, and it's going to do well in the final."

The Seattle Cup final is the day after tomorrow, and the "big star" is taken care of by horse trainer Aegis, veterinarian Ruth, jockey Haifa, video operator Irina and Dillon, Zhang Jingxing

Rest assured, you should eat and drink at ordinary times...

What's more, the Seattle Cup is only the first of the four major horse races, and it needs to be busy until the end of August, and Zhang Jing can't help if he worries, so it's better to lie down.

"Don't force the results," Zhang Jing has already seen whether he can get a good result in the final, as long as the big star is free of disasters and diseases, he should not be injured, "Mr. Thorpe is a pentathlon athlete, and his equestrian skills must be very good."

"I'm not a sprint racer, a freestyle horseman, or an obstacle course."

"Wow," Zhang Jing chatted along the topic, "Then the requirements for horses must be high, right?"

"Yes, it's better to be thoroughbreds, they have better jumping power."

Envy in my heart, how rich do you have to be to use a thoroughbred horse as a toy? So far, Zhang Jing has not seen anyone with a thoroughbred, and there is no one in Jennifer's stable.

Then again, Jennifer's is also a fast horse race, and it is estimated that thoroughbred horses are cost-effective, in case of a fall and a fracture, one or two horses are fine, if one is lost every year, the landlord's family can't afford to be injured, right?

While Zhang Jing and Thorpe were chatting, the convoy drove out of the farm and drove south on the interstate.

The farm was still being watched, with five vehicles coming in and six when leaving, and Krjhai soon knew.

After surviving last night, Krishhai reassembled his men and once again monitored the Kanfen farm, but because of the heavy losses, this time he became more careful, using multiple cars and frequent substitutions to alternate mobile surveillance.

In this way, even the old Dai Jin, who is an old man, did not find out.

Inside the new command post, with dark brown skin and a head that seemed to have been pinched, as if he hadn't bathed for three days, the big-eyed Krishhai drew the route of the convoy on paper.

"Do they go downtown, they go to San Diego, they go to Mexico, or somewhere else?" Querichai asked a group of men, pointing to the map.

There were seventy-seven men under Krichai, seven of whom died on the first night, and seven more on the second night, as if they were on the same line as the seven, and there were still seven people in this warehouse, including himself.

"Boss, what if I'm not in the car?" Someone asked with suspicion.

After thinking for two seconds, Krichai's gloomy face showed a confident expression, "One thing is certain, six vehicles drove into Kanfen Farm, seven cars left, except for that S600, the other six are all black X5, which just shows that Zhang Jing has a ghost in his heart, he is afraid of us, so it is so troublesome to go out."

Regardless of whether the logic is right or not, a group of people accurately analyzed that Zhang Jing was in the convoy.

Determine the target, then guess where the convoy is going, and plan to intercept in front, but because there are too many routes to choose from, the debate is indisputable.

At this time, a small man, an Indian who looked like a Dalit, came up with an idea, "What's the use of guessing Zhang Jing's forward route? He also hurriedly prepared to intercept him, risking being arrested by the police, why not wait for him to set up an ambush on his return trip?"

Wake up with a word, and the space is instantly quiet.