Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 5

"Ugh-"

Standing on the edge of a suddenly collapsed pothole, Mark looked into the hole, and could vaguely see the appearance of a small deer, and heard the whining in a low voice.

Are there deer in the Seattle woods?

Mark touched his chin, thinking curiously.

Seattle is located in the northwest corner of Washington State, between Puget Sound and Lake Washington, and has a temperate oceanic climate...

After pondering for a while, Mark shook his head and simply stopped asking such a boring question.

He took out a length of rope from the black backpack behind him, and took off his coat by the way.

Showing off the white shirt that clings to the well-proportioned eight-pack abs, he took off the expensive tie and folded it carefully.

Such behavior directly made Jiumei, who was observing secretly, snort and said: "There are several oil paintings that you brought from the vampire girlfriend's house in the garbage room. Just selling one is enough for you to retire. Why are you so stingy?"

"You know a ball..."

"Boom... Say another swear word, believe it or not, I threw away all the things you put in my garbage room."

Mark rubbed his forehead and said, "Okay, okay, I was wrong!"

With such a golden finger on the table, Mark felt that it would be better not to travel through time.

No function is provided, only the most basic life safety is guaranteed.

Cultivation techniques and so on, figure out a way by yourself.

Power or something, you have to do it yourself.

In short, this golden finger is nothing like what Mark imagined at the time!
Originally thought that he could kick Thanos with his feet, and the tiger's body shook to intimidate the Quartet.

The results of it!
Even the little kid from the vampire's girlfriend's family can't beat it.

Thinking of this, Mark felt bursts of sadness welling up in his heart!
Paused.

Tie one end of the rope to a thick palm tree, and tighten it tightly.

Only then did Mark say: "When I left Novice Village, the value of the artwork hadn't reached its peak, and it would be a blood loss if I sold it."

"what about now!"

Mark looked at the sky and said rather melancholy: "Now the value is there. The key is that those paintings were stolen in the last century. They belonged to black goods. It's okay if they don't sell them. If they do, they will be stolen by the FBI group." It will be troublesome when local tyrant art detectives come to the door."

"Fruit on Table or Still Life with Puppy"

"Woman and Two Armchairs"

Just these two oil paintings that Mark took from the warehouse of the vampire girlfriend's house.

The valuation on the market today is already as high as 500 million euros.

but……

Artworks are sold far less quickly than things like gold or diamonds.

Once time passed, the group of FBI who smelled the fishy smell would definitely follow the clues and come to the door.

Thinking of this, Mark hated himself for not taking a computer course when he was at Yale.

As a human being in two lifetimes, his computer skills still remain in the category of being able to use and master office software proficiently...

Prepared the backpack again, and confirmed once again that the rope around his waist was very firm.

Mark raised his breath, turned on the searchlight overhead, and was ready to embark on a journey of discovery.

By the way, didn't those three high school students just walk into the pothole?

In the process of vertically descending the pothole, Mark couldn't help thinking of such a doubt in his heart.

"Snapped--"

About a minute later, Mark's toes touched the ground and he looked around the pothole.

In Heibulongtong, a damp and hot smell mixed with earthy smell came out of his nostrils.

That feeling!
Mark, who was almost suffocated, carefully untied the rope and fixed him on the dirt wall.

He looked at the dying deer lying in front of him.

With a sound of "Zheng--", Mark pulled out the black tactical dagger he carried with him.

Squatting in front of the deer, stroking the deer's head, muttering something to himself.

next second!
A cold light flashed by, and Xiaolu suddenly lost his voice.

"cruel--"

"It's called the Mercy of the Hunter—"

Mark shrugged, tucked the dagger back into his belt, and looked from the outside.

There is no way to see that there is a dagger hidden in the belt!
One of Mark's rules, carry a weapon wherever you go!

Standing up, he found a faintly glowing passage, and with a "da", he released the safety of the pistol, and walked carefully and slowly along the ground.

Ever since he experienced the brutal gang fight at the age of 16, Mark no longer believed what Jiu Mei said.

Also said that carrying it on the body is inherently invincible.

When he left his hometown, Mark's handsome cheek was swollen like a ball.

"Tick-"

In the passage, Mark carefully avoided puddles.

Even so, the leather shoes on his feet were already covered with mud.

You know, Mark's salary in the past few years is either paying taxes for the mansion in Manhattan or buying clothes.

Mark's heart aches when he thinks that he will have to repay nearly two thousand dollars in credit cards next month.

As for the tradition of Easterners saving money, after arriving here, Mark felt that he had been completely assimilated.

Almost all pay today with tomorrow's money.

Deposit or something?

Absolutely not!

When he was in college, if it weren't for the relief from those gangsters, Mark felt that he would probably be starved to death.

When performing duties in Dongguo, there were not many places where money was needed.

However, all the salary of that year was used to pay off the twelve credit cards under his name.

A whole year's salary is gone!

After learning from the pain, Mark immediately canceled the twelve credit cards completely after repayment.

Only one express card with a limit of 20 was left.

Of course, Mark will not admit that the main reason for canceling the card is that the credit limit is too low.

Especially the Stark Commercial Bank was so stingy to the extreme that it gave Mark [-] credit limit.

How to say is also a federal agent, Mark believes that this is the discrimination of government workers.

10 minutes later!
After walking through the long passage, Mark's eyes lit up instantly.

Looking ahead, inside a pothole, there is a faint blue light flashing like a strange spar in the shape of a huge sea urchin.

"Oh! My baby..."

"Scumbag—"

In the past ten years, Mark has already been immune to Jiumei's habitual complaints.

If you complain, just complain, as long as you don't leave yourself.

As long as he is still guarding him, Mark always feels that one day, with his own perseverance.

The boudoir in Jiumei's mouth will definitely be opened for herself!

It is said that the private small treasury of the daughter of the Immortal Venerable, not to mention how much stock it has!

There is at least a warehouse for ginseng fruit eaten as candy.

Mark's wish is very small, as long as he eats a 3-year mature one before he dies.

"Sparsely—"

Nine sisters in Shenhai heard strange movements.

Floating to the outside world, I immediately screamed: "You beast, what do you want?"

While unbuttoning his clothes, Mark said: "It is said that when accepting an opportunity, it is most beneficial to maintain a natural state, you don't understand!"

After speaking, he pulled his hands together.

In an instant, the gentleman became magnanimous...

　The new book sets sail, begging for collection and recommendation!
　　


(End of this chapter)