Super Treasure Hunter

Soon the car drove into the mountains, and Emin slowed down and pointed to the courtyard of a villa in front of him and said, "That's No. 12 Melken Avenue."

The yard at No. 12 Melken Avenue is very lonely, surrounded by barren mountains, and there is no other residence except this yard.

I looked at this yard in the middle of the week. The yard covers an area of ​​about 2,000 square meters. Inside is a small three-story villa. It doesn't look very luxurious but has its own flavor. The gate of the yard is hung with martial arts. It says No. 12 Melken Avenue.

"This is it?" frowned in the middle of the week. According to Li Shuang, the American consortium tycoon who photographed the iron ball is the American consortium tycoon. His business involves many industries and spiritual realms in the country. There is nothing in front of him.

Would a rich man of this level live in such a remote wilderness villa?

"That's right, it's here. It's the same as it is on the map of the police station, and the door is also hung on the door, 12 Melken Avenue. By the way, in the middle of the week, what are you looking for at 12 Melken Avenue? Huh?" Emin asked curiously.

"I want the owner of the house to transfer me some things." Zhou Zhong said with a smile.

"What is it?" Emin asked curiously.

"Iron ball of rare treasures." Zhou Zhong said truthfully without concealing it.

"what?"

Aimin, Mickey, and Batty suddenly opened their mouths and their faces were full of shock. The rare and precious iron ball has been heated up during this period, and almost no one is unaware.

I thought that the first two auctions were already at sky-high prices, but no one thought that the third price was astonishing, over 10 billion! Not to mention buying an iron ball at this price, buying a steel mill is more than enough.

"In the middle of the week, you said you want to buy that iron ball? What is the use of you wanting that thing, and can you afford it?" Aimin asked the middle of the week in surprise.

"Maybe you can afford it." Zhou Zhong said with a smile.

Several people shook their heads and felt that midweek was crazy.

The car stopped in front of door 12 on Melcon Avenue, got out of the car in the middle of the week and knocked on the iron door of the villa.

After a while, an American man in his fifties walked out and smiled and asked, "Who are you looking for, boy?"

In the middle of the week, he smiled and asked, "Does Mr. Marcus Balfour live here?"

"Is there anything you can do with Mr. Balfour?" the old man asked.

In the middle of the week, he said: "I want to discuss a business with Mr. Balfour. He will be very interested. I hope you can tell Mr. Balfour to let us talk."

"Okay, then you come in first." The old man said, opening the courtyard door and letting a few people in the middle of the week say.

The four of them followed the old man into the yard and walked towards the villa. The three of Ai Min, who were Interpol on the road, constantly looked around, their expressions gradually became serious, and they winked at each other.

"Zhou Zhong." Ai Min walked beside Zhou Zhong and said softly.

Zhou Zhong smiled slightly at Ai Min, and tapped her hand behind Ai Min to signal her not to speak. Ai Min glanced at Zhou Zhong in surprise, but he didn't expect Zhou Zhong to be so alert.

The moment a few people entered the door in midweek, the invisible camera on the tree had completely captured them.

In a dim but extremely luxurious hall, Balfour had a **** girl in his arms and smiled and looked at the picture displayed on the big screen. The picture of four people walking into the villa on Melken Avenue in the middle of the week.

"These stupid international policemen thought they would be able to hold our handle by catching Daniil. It's ridiculous." The **** body twisted in Balfour's arms and said disdainfully.

Balfo patted the girl’s plump **** with his hand, and said with a smile: "Since they want to come and die, then I will fulfill them. And that **** Daniil, even like this on 12 Melcon Avenue I dare to tell the Interpol about important news, kill him and his family for me, I want everyone to know what the fate of betraying my Balfour is!"

"Huh, stupid international police, you will never find No. 12 Melken Avenue, and you will never find me!" Balfour said proudly.

The four of them were taken into the living room of the villa in midweek. The old man smiled and said to the four of them: "Four of you, please wait here for a while. I will invite Mr. Balfour."

After speaking, the old man walked up the stairs, almost like the muzzle of five black holes deep behind the fence on the second floor of the villa at the same time!