Chapter 644 Knocked five oil paintings worth 200 million pounds
Listening to William's understandable dissatisfaction, the nine people did not hesitate anymore. They carried Serena's box and left the air raid shelter according to Sunday's route instructions.
When we returned to the ground, we saw Merlin's truck parked next to two other trucks.
Gunnar put Serena's box into William's truck, then got into Merlin's truck with the others, changed clothes and went to hunt down the remaining werewolves in London.
After closing the truck door, William used his mental power to scan for a moment, and felt that there was a small hole in the ammunition box made by someone who didn't know who.
Serena had also woken up. William smiled and ignored her as if he didn't know.
As soon as the nine-man mecha team left, thirty combat robots blocked the werewolf's escape passage.
Then he started dragging the killed werewolves into the prevention and control cave.
These werewolves who have more or less absorbed silver powder are no match for robots.
In one encounter, he was killed by a robot with an automatic aiming system.
After cleaning up the werewolf corpses in the pipes and tunnels, the combat robots entered the air raid shelter one after another.
The two robots walked up to Lucian and covered his head with hoods again. After waiting for two minutes, a portal appeared not far away.
A cleaning robot in Yellowstone Park in the United States handed a combat robot a blood box extracted from a werewolf imprisoned in a secret base.
The robot that took the box took out a needle and inserted it into Lucian's aorta, which was almost out of breath, and then hung the box on the wall.
With the fresh blood, Lucian recovered a lot in just a few minutes. Although he was still so weak that it was difficult to raise his hands, he would not die for a while.
William, who had been waiting, connected to Philip's video call.
"How's it going, William?"
As soon as he saw William, Philip asked anxiously, "I heard from my subordinates that the gunfire on your side has stopped? Is it resolved?"
"Well, it's indeed solved." William smiled and nodded, "But if you know Lucian, or have someone who knows Lucian, it's best to confirm."
"Okay, I will connect with Count Alexander Corvinus. He has been responsible for dealing with werewolves and vampires before."
"Wait a minute." Before Philip could connect, William called him and said strangely,
"Then the old ghost has been in contact with you? Isn't he afraid that you people will use him as a guinea pig for research?"
Philip sighed, "Since sixty years ago, we have been able to get his blood once every ten years, but unfortunately no one can research anything.
Blood and tissue will automatically become useless as soon as they leave his body for half an hour.
Moreover, Count Corvinus is a legend who has lived for hundreds of years. Do you think there is nothing in his hand that we can worry about?
Forget it, don’t talk about it anymore, it’s useless if you do.”
Looking at Phillip's regretful expression, William couldn't help but think silently, it seemed that he had to find some backup plan to make others worry.
Maybe it's time to take a look at whether the mercury-core egg that has always been placed in the polar bear's Kremlin palace in the memory really exists.
Although he had nuclear egg technology in his mind, being able to make it himself and finding a mercurochrome suitcase nuclear egg to imitate were two different things.
At least it can explain why he, a person who has never been exposed to nuclear technology, suddenly understands it.
Just as he was thinking about it, the white-haired and white-bearded Earl of Corvinus appeared on the monitor.
"Good evening, Archduke Devonshire, I am Earl Alexander Covinus, nice to meet you."
"I'm glad to see you too, Mr. Earl, you are a living legend."
"Okay, William, let's see Lucian first." Interrupting William's nonsense, Philip said directly,
"Once Lucian, the first generation of werewolves who has intelligence and can restore his body, is eliminated, the strength of werewolves will only become weaker and weaker in the future."
William understands this. According to the theory of blood, the first generation of werewolves or vampires are often the most powerful, and the offspring they bite are directly the second generation.
And if the aliens with stronger pedigrees can be eliminated, the aliens in the future will only become weaker and weaker.
"no problem",
William nodded, and soon Sunday asked the battle robot to transmit Lucian's picture.
Count Corvinus stared at Lucian who was tied to the wall for a few seconds, and then said with certainty, "He is Lucian."
After finishing speaking, he hesitated for a few seconds and asked William, "I remember he has a brass necklace on him, can you give it to me?"
"You said this".
He picked up the necklace from the table and showed it to Covinus. William rolled his eyes, squinted and said,
"I remember it was part of a key that someone had wanted for hundreds of years,
Mr. Count, who do you think I should sell to?"
This statement shocked Covinus. He did not expect that William even knew that this necklace was the key to the prison where his second son, the ancestor of werewolves, William Covinus, was held.
His expression remained unchanged and he said, "William, since you know who is looking for the key, you must also understand what will happen if this necklace is left in your hands."
"It doesn't matter. I'm looking forward to him coming to see me. If he dares to rob me without paying, hehe, then I can justifiably kill him."
Looking at William with an indifferent expression, he thought that this young man only had one month to set up and one hour to fight.
Not only did they capture Lucian alive, whom they had not captured for hundreds of years, but they also killed hundreds of werewolves.
Covinas couldn't help but said, "I heard that you like antiques. How about I trade two Picasso oil paintings with you?"
"How much is it worth?"
Of course Picasso's oil paintings can be used, but the value of an oil painting is related to the size of the painting, the stage of the artist's own level when creating it, and even whether there is any story when creating it.
To put it bluntly, even the paintings by the same artist are different.
When the authenticity is guaranteed, although the price cannot explain all the problems, it is the most direct way to judge.
"Probably worth £40 million."
William's attitude of demanding money made Covinas very melancholy, and then he unexpectedly heard William say,
"Not enough. This thing has a lot to do with your family. Besides, you have lived for hundreds of years.
Are you willing to exchange this for me?"
"Tell me, how much money do you want?"
William thought about it for a few seconds and then said with a smile, "No matter what, I can get a 200 million pound antique, and I only want the master's painting.
It’s best to limit it to five paintings, like Picasso, Monet, Van Gogh, etc.”
silence.
Not only did Covinas' hands tremble in anger, anger appeared in his eyes,
Philip also looked at William in shock and sighed,
"It seems that I have to let Wilson learn more from you, William, you are the most shameless junior I have ever seen."
Covinus thought for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "I will send someone to your manor early tomorrow morning. You can give me the key now."