Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

"Mr. Elder," Winslow restrained his expression as he returned to his side, and three small silver balls popped out from his palm.

There is no doubt that everyone in the dungeon is familiar with this bomb that is enough to blow up the trading floor.

"That's what the guy had on him. I'm pretty sure there were only three of them," Winslow said.

Elder's gloomy face grew darker and darker. He concluded that Dorogo had come here today with the intention of killing him, and he became a little restless.

"You did well, Winslow, to find an opportunity to kill him," Elder said.

"Of course, sir."

Winslow lowered his head slightly, but his sinister eyes were fixed on Elder, and then disappeared lightly.

I will find a chance to kill you.

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The auction officially begins.

The world's rare and top-notch weapons are smuggled and become the special pursuit of "collectors", and various potions with strange therapeutic effects come from major laboratories that have been processed by the FBI.

And so on.

After the operation of the unique foundation of the dungeon, the origin of these things will become reasonable and reliable - it doesn’t matter if it is unreasonable, the wanted criminals don’t care about these, they only care about what they can actually get.

In the hectic auction, no one noticed that one person was missing or went to do something. Even death was a normal thing here.

Until a loud noise was heard.

Everyone looked back in surprise, and as the dust settled, the door to Hall No. 1 was blown open, and a figure stood outside the door.

A very familiar and unique ghost mask.

"It's the mysterious thief!" Someone in the crowd shouted, and the crowd suddenly became agitated.

They still remembered that Mr. Elder said that if the thieves were caught, the bounty on them would be cancelled, which was something more valuable than money.

Winslow turned around and glanced at Jinchen inconspicuously. The latter smiled at him with a strange face, probably indicating that he should be patient.

He also keenly noticed that the man who was beside Jinchen just now was gone.

Winslow stared at Jinchen for a few seconds, without turning his head, and was very angry.

Jinchen shrugged helplessly, already anticipating how difficult it would be to coax his wife after this was over.

When Elder saw the mysterious thief again, he couldn't suppress his anger at all, not to mention that he now guessed that the mysterious thief was most likely a subordinate of his good son-in-law, Dorogo.

And he was played around by this stupid thing.

Realizing this, Eld became extremely angry, and after discovering that the gang was unable to accurately track the thief, he did not hesitate to send the assassination team that was supposed to protect him closely to track him.

"I only have one request! Listen carefully! I want him dead! It doesn't matter whether it's dismemberment or shooting!"

Elder growled angrily.

As danger and smoke grew, the auction, which had calmed down again, was not affected at all and continued at the request of the guests who felt it was none of their business.

But Dorogo and Elder's men also began to confront each other secretly, and neither of them gave in.

At this moment, Jinchen, who had been keeping quiet and observing the whole scene, finally started bidding.

This bidding was quite unusual. He specifically chose to bid for things that Edel liked, and his goal was quickly achieved. Almost everyone's eyes were fixed on Jinchen within a few minutes.

After Jinchen had successively snatched up auction items with an average price of over 1 billion yuan, he still competed with Elder in the weapons auction.

This was already the fourth auction item he had bid for, and everyone was wondering whether this man would continue to bid.

This is a royal self-developed military weapon from a small Pacific country. There is only one in the world and the starting price is 500 million yuan.

The secretary beside Edel just called out the price: "Six hundred and thirty million."

It wasn’t a very expensive markup, but it was what Mr. Elder wanted after all, and no one would be stupid enough to compete with him for it.

Jinchen: "Seven hundred million."

The secretary was stunned, and subconsciously looked at Jinchen. Under Elder's cold stare, he quickly continued: "Seven hundred and fifty million."

Jinchen lazily raised his sign: "Eight hundred million."

secretary:"……"

Who raises the price like this!

"Nine hundred and fifty million." The secretary quickly shouted out a number that increased rapidly, and looked at Jinchen with a warning in his eyes. But after realizing that this person was Dorogo's subordinate, he knew that it was probably intentional.

Jinchen was impatient and continued to raise the price amid the excited eyes of the spectators: "Two billion."

The whole place was boiling! Many people leaned forward to look and try to recognize who Jinchen was. They must have noticed other nobles and wealthy people in Annunos City.

It's not that the secretary couldn't raise the price, but he didn't dare. He stopped bidding and asked Elder tremblingly.

They all knew that if they added more, the weapon itself would lose its original value.

Elder's face looked very unpleasant, and he gestured, signaling the secretary to give up.

The auctioneer hammered down the final price, "Two billion, sold! Congratulations to this gentleman for winning the fourth lot!"

The whole place was excited!

In just over ten minutes, this man had already bid tens of billions!

Dorogo really didn't expect that Sigmund's suggestion before the show that he had a way to attract everyone's attention turned out to be this method!

"Sigmon, how do you have so much money?" Dorogo was afraid that this man would ask him to reimburse him later. "I don't have so much money. Are you making up a false account?"

Jinchen nodded mysteriously: "No, I have money."

"Are you a noble, Sigmund?" Dorogo guessed.

Jinchen said confidently: "I stole it from Edel's basement."

Dorogo: “…”

If he remembered correctly, after tonight's plan succeeded, he would be the master of this dungeon.

So in a sense, Sigmund was still using his money.

...Just use it, Dorogo was in tears because he couldn't win anyway.