"Oh?" Landau's gaze was no longer on the cross, and he asked with interest, "Mind talking?" ”

"We'll talk when we meet." There was a violent knock on the door from Gates' side, and he and Landau agreed on a meeting place before hanging up.

Landau, who hung up the phone, suddenly remembered that if the first part of the national treasure existed, then there might not be no treasure on President Hill.

Putting away the cross, Landau silently wondered in his heart what the chances of getting it were if there was a treasure on the President's Mountain.

After some deduction, Landau reluctantly found that this kind of national treasure was in such a special place, and there was basically no way for him to take it away without attracting people's eyes.

Landau leaves his name on the duffel bag and returns to the room with Fawkes.

Taking out the title papers of Mexico Town and placing them on the table, a silver coin rolled on the table, Landau stared at Fawkes, "Now we can talk about other things." ”

Fawkes, who picked up the silver coin, whispered, "Didn't I say it last time, Abstergo tracked the cross and tested us at the same time. ”

Landau shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Do you know what I'm talking about? Fox. ”

Fox picked up the property rights document, read it carefully, looked at Landau, and said slowly: "To tell the truth, there is no news from the Sisterhood at all. ”

"It's too dangerous, Landau." Fox admonished Landau, "It says you need to be on site to complete the certification, and you can get the whole town." ”

"I know it's a trap." Landau looked down at his chest, his eyes flickering, "What I'm thinking is, what is the person who designed this trap trying to do with me?" ”

The outside world should only know about the black jade necklace, and it should also know about Fawkes.

Landau turned his head to look at the safe in the room, and rejected the conjecture about the crystal plate in his heart, after all, this thing was decrypted by himself here.

"You know what?" Landau took Fox's hand and poured out his heart, "It's just a matter of being targeted by multiple big people who are far higher than me, the problem is that I have no idea what they want from me?" ”

"It's not like you're going to take a fancy to me, but I'm ......"

The conversation was truncated by Fox, who was pasted up, and Landau, who was kissing, felt the phone on his chest vibrate uncomfortably.

Landau pulled out his phone and threw it on the table, hugging Fox and continuing.

The phone on the desktop kept ringing, and Fox pushed Landau away, gave Landau a look, and walked towards the bathroom.

The irritated Landau held the phone to his ear and asked unceremoniously, "Which one?" ”

Andy on the other end of the phone was frightened by your Landau, and asked hesitantly, "Lan... Landau, are you okay? ”

Taking a deep breath, Landau calmed down and asked slowly, "Is there something wrong?" ”

Andy Dufrye on the other end of the phone didn't dare to say much, and said frankly: "Things have changed, and your gift is gone." ”

"But don't worry, this happened very suddenly." Andy Dufrye quickly explained, "Have you ever heard of a private prison? ”

Landau furrowed his brows, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart, could it be that Andy was going to give me Shaw Shengke Prison?

Although he knew that there was no Shawshank prison, Landau still asked rhetorically, "And then?" ”

From Andy, Landau learns that his share has been transferred to a company, a death row on land, and a ship on the high seas as a secret prison.

Knowing that all the transfer procedures of the company had been completed, and he only needed to go to the mainland hotel to sign, Landau politely continued to chat with Andy for a while.

Landau, who hung up the phone, listened to the sound of the shower in the bathroom, pushed the door and walked in.

The door slowly opened, and Landau, who had signed the transfer formalities, walked into the living room with the documents in his hand, and went straight to the safe hidden behind the portrait.

Closing the door to the safe, Landau breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, according to the information of the Continental Hotel, these two places are good assets, but there are no prisoners being held in them now.

In this world, people who commit crimes abound, and this business will definitely make money.

Landau was still imagining future earnings when he suddenly received a message from Gates, sent him the address here, and went downstairs to wait for him in the bar.

Sitting at the bar, Landau raised the cocktail called "Good Luck" in his hand slightly, and Gates came to sit next to him and asked the bartender for a Margaret.

Taking the cocktail from the bartender, Gates skipped the greetings, "Looks like you've got some definite clues, and I have to tell you that this time it can't just be just the two of us anyway." ”

"Why?" Landau's hand holding the glass was raised, and he put it down again.

From Gates, Landau learned that Sullivan had teamed up with him and had an assistant.

After several failed treasure hunts, the trio decided to look for the gold that Magellan had brought back that year.

According to the trio's research, the cost of traveling around the world was so expensive that the king of Spain could not afford it until the intervention of the Mundaka family.

The Mundaka family financed the Crusades, the Inquisition, Franco's terrorists at the end of the thirties, and almost every horror known to the world.

It is certainly possible for such a family to finance Magellan's voyage, as long as he returns with gold.

However, Magellan died on a beach in the Philippines.

Gates, who had the least experience, volunteered to become the financier in search of Magellan's treasure.

In the last action, Sullivan calculated Gates, causing Gates to go into debt.

Since then, Gates can only hope to find the treasure guarded by the family and turn over, which is why Gates accepts Raymond Belok's financial assistance.

"Since I have no choice, then I can only give it a go." Gates took a sip of Margaret and put down his glass, "Thank you, my only friend right now." ”

Landau raised his glass and clinked glasses with Gates, took a sip, paused and said, "That's... What do you decide to do now? ”

"Of course, it's to find your treasure, it's usually thirty percent, and I'm with Sullivan." After drinking the wine in the glass, Gates explained the rules of the treasure hunter to Landau.

Professional treasure hunters will help employers find treasures, and after finding them, they will take 3 to 50% in return for the whole team.

Before the groaning Landau could speak, Gates continued to himself: "Although Sullivan is a bastard, he is indeed reliable, more reliable than Riley. ”

"Of course, it's not that there's room for maneuver." Gates quietly leaned into Landau's ear and told him how to squeeze the treasure hunter's partition.

In short, it's just a fictitious client, and then mix your own people into the treasure hunt team, and use the clues you have already obtained to make treasure hunt contributions.

In this way, the people who are placed in the treasure hunt team will share the profits, in other words, the more people who hunt for the treasure, the smaller the profit.

Gates' words inadvertently answered a question about Landau, the reason why many famous treasure hunters are one person, or long-term partners, is originally related to the final distribution of benefits.

Thinking of the treasure under Trinity Church in New York, Landau realized how much wealth he had lost.

This is also why his share of twists and turns ended up in his own hands with a prison and an ocean-going ship.

Landau's thoughts suddenly brightened, and at the same time, a sense of fear hit him.

Who is behind the scenes for my benefit, and why is he willing to help me? What did he like about me?