Even a vampire girlfriend’s kid can’t beat him.
Mark felt a twinge of sadness at the thought of it!
Paused.
After a thick palm tree body at one end of the rope is tightened,
Mark just said, "At that time, the artistic value had not reached the peak when he left the novice village, and it was a blood loss when he sold it."
"What about now!"
Mark looked up to heaven and said sadly, "Now the value has the key, but those paintings were stolen in the last century and belong to black goods. It’s a good thing that if you don’t sell them, you’ll be in trouble if the local art agents of the FBI find you."
Table Fruit or Still Life Puppy
Woman and two armchairs
Only Mark took these two paintings from the warehouse of vampire girlfriend’s house.
Now the market valuation has reached as high as 15 million euros.
But …
Art is not as fast as gold or diamonds.
Once it takes a long time, those people who smell the smell will definitely follow the trail and find the door.
Mark hated himself for not taking a computer course at Yale at the thought of it.
Two people, his computer level still stays, and he can skillfully operate and master office software.
After re-preparing the backpack and once again confirming that the waist rope is very strong,
Mark got angry and hit the searchlight overhead to prepare for the discovery trip.
Didn’t those three high school students just walk into the hole?
Mark couldn’t help thinking of such a doubt in the process of vertical pit drop.
"Pa-"
About a minute later, Mark tiptoed to the ground and looked around the hole.
Black is not long, and there is a damp heat mixed with earthy smell.
That feeling!
Almost didn’t suffocate. Mark carefully untied the rope and fixed him to the earth wall.
Look at that deer in front of him, who was already dying.
"Zheng-"A mark pulled out his black tactical dagger.
Squatting in front of the deer, stroking the deer’s head and muttering something.
One second!
The deer suddenly lost its sound when the cold light flashed by.
"Cruel-"
"This is called hunter kindness-"
Mark shrugged his shoulders and put the dagger back into the belt and looked outside.
Never see a dagger hidden inside the belt!
Mark’s rule is to carry a weapon everywhere!
Got up and found a faint light channel "da". I shot my pistol and walked slowly along the ground carefully.
Mark has already stopped believing what Nine Sisters said since he experienced the tragic humanitarian group fight over there at the age of sixteen.
What else can you say about being born invincible?
Mark’s handsome face was swollen like a ball when he left home.
"Tick-tock-"
Mark carefully avoided puddles in the passage.
Even so, the shoes are covered with mud.
You know, Mark’s salary in recent years has either paid taxes on Manhattan mansions or bought clothes.
The thought of paying back nearly $2,000 in letters to Kamak next month makes my heart ache faintly.