The Sun God Project involves the whereabouts of the "Eye of the Moon", one of the most precious gems in ancient Egyptian legends, which cannot be described clearly in a few words.
Scalpel thought thoughtfully: "Feng, I hope you can communicate with Sulendo in the future. I am also old, and this world belongs entirely to young people."
As soon as he finished speaking, in the northwest sky, there was the sound of a helicopter propeller piercing the sky. Looking up to the sky over there, I saw two night navigation lights, one red and one green, brightly lit, and the outline of the helicopter was vague.
It can be seen that it is flying in the direction of the villa.
Scalpel shrugged: "It must be Tanano. This Japanese devil has many connections in several declining aristocratic circles in Egypt."
Five minutes later, the helicopter landed in the courtyard in front of the villa. Unexpectedly, apart from the pilot, there were only two people in the helicopter, and both of them were short and thin, with a slightly stooped back, looking like a typical East Asian crowd.
physique.
Su Lun had already entered the hidden wall on the side of the study to eavesdrop, while I followed the scalpel all the time.
There was a low cough from outside the door, accompanied by Ranon's courteous voice: "Please, the master is waiting for you in the study."
In front of the study, there is a long row of Italian leather sofas. Four authentic Egyptian leopard skins are placed on the back of the sofa, which are colorful and majestic. Opposite the sofa, there are two long, narrow and heavy rosewood European-style sofas.
A coffee table, four seat pillars and two single sofas are randomly placed.
On the side is a giant bookshelf that reaches to the roof, filled with books of varying thicknesses, all of which are closely related to the owner's profession.
On the roof directly opposite the coffee table hangs a huge Nordic-style floral crystal chandelier. Countless crystal beads hang down in a radial pattern, and the longest one almost falls directly onto the surface of the coffee table. Under the illumination of the white frosted light bulb
, all the beads exude a moving colorful psychedelic light.
The luxury of Scalpel's life is probably enough to put the president of any African country to shame. The value of this seemingly ordinary crystal chandelier alone is worth more than half a million US dollars at Sotheby's auction house.
Two thin people walked in almost silently. Against the backdrop of Ranon's tall and thin body, they looked like dwarf clowns that made people laugh.
However, when one of them spoke, it suddenly dawned on people that they were currently the top figures in the world of tomb robbers and should not be underestimated.
"Here we are, scalpel, have you seen those photos?" This awkward English has a thick and ambiguous tone unique to South Asian languages. Before he sat down, he asked straight to the point. It was obvious that he was a
People with a more impatient temperament.
This man has dark skin, a thin face, and his eyes are deeply sunken under his eyebrows, like two burning will-o'-the-wisps. He sits in a very weird posture, with his legs crossed and pressed under his hips. His hands and fingers are facing each other, horizontally.
Placed on the waist, it turns out to be the "mahamudra of exorcising ghosts and killing demons" in Thai Tantric Buddhism.
Although he was wearing an authentic Italian brand-name suit, the cuffs and collar were very dirty, and the white shirt and black tie underneath were even more wrinkled, as if they had just been picked up from the trash. I only scanned them
At a glance, the eyes fell on his hands. The phalanges were thick and raised high, and they looked extremely strong and rigid. They must be the masters of a foreign family with advanced skills. Moreover, this kind of sitting posture can only be used when both the enemy and ourselves are going all out.
It will only be used when there is a confrontation between the ground and the ground.
I was looking at him, but his will-o'-the-wisp eyes were staring at the scalpel, as if I didn't exist.
Another man, very pale and sickly, sat listlessly on another sofa.
Scalpel was confident, pointing to the filled foreign wine on the coffee table: "You two have come from afar, do you want to have a drink first?"
He crossed his legs, leaning on a piece of leopard skin, and put his right hand casually on his knee, revealing a top-grade Rolex gold watch worth one million US dollars on his wrist. On each of his five fingers, he wore a large platinum ring.
The designs and colors of the carvings vary, but they are all from the top jewelry houses in Europe.
"Drinking, forget it! Mr. Scalpel thinks we will fly from Asia to Africa just for a glass of wine?"
The second sickly man raised his eyelids, his voice was very soft, but it clearly contained a fierce murderous intention.
There are photos of this person on the title pages of many historical books, so I can easily recall his glorious past. He is Tanino, the pride of the Yamato nation in Japan, and the people of Japan have always regarded him as a "Chinese digger".
I 100% support this argument.
The scalpel flicked his nails gracefully and made a "pop" sound. When meeting guests, he would always hold a glass of wine in his hand, like the most greedy drug addict. However, I knew that the wine glass was his weapon.
One, there are five rings on the fingers, which are extremely poisonous hidden weapons that can hit the target with perfect accuracy and seal the throat with blood.
He often said: "It is better to ask for help from others than to ask for yourself." No matter how many bodyguards you hire, it is better to practice your own life-saving skills.
I believe that the fact that he has been able to survive the wind and waves and his family wealth has grown exponentially over the years is inseparable from the high level of vigilance he maintains all the time.
"Okay, since Mr. Tanye is so happy, let's talk business."
Tan Ye sniffed, put his hand to cover his mouth, coughed a few more times, and then said slowly and leisurely: "I dare to vouch for those photos with my own credibility. They are real, and the shooting dates were not more than half a year ago.
Especially the photos taken in the past month can definitely prove that this person is alive and can see signs of life such as slow breathing."
The living room was very quiet, so although Gu Ye's voice was low, I could hear every word clearly.
"I have taken more than 3,600 photos in total. In the clearest part, I can count the tiniest freckles on this person's face. I think Mr. Scalpel might be interested in buying them?"
This is a trick among masters. Many words do not need to be clarified at all. You can understand everything just by listening to the words.
Scalpel shook the wine in the glass, blinked his eyes continuously, and suddenly raised his head and smiled: "Can you give me a price?"
Gu Ye suddenly let out a "ha", as if he didn't expect the scalpel to agree so happily. The other man smiled strangely, letting out a weird chuckle.
"Mr. Bancha, please tell me something." Scalpel agreed and laughed a few times.
The dark-skinned Bancha suddenly stretched out his right hand and spread his fingers: "Five conditions."
The scalpel nodded: "Please tell me, let alone five, even fifty, five hundred, it's not a problem - but, before we talk about the ugly things, what if these photos are made up by your Japanese computer experts?
At that time, it cannot be calmed down by five conditions..."
For a moment, the scalpel's expression was as cold as a wiped knife, and a cold white light shone on the hall.