Chapter 15 Security Team

In the second box, there were some men's bags, which were still brand-new because they were added with insect repellent and moisturizer.

The handbags were all limited editions more than ten years ago, and even the second-hand price was a large sum of money.

Hans was extremely excited.

He thought that with Watson, the earnings of hundreds or thousands of dollars at most would be a large sum of money.

To his surprise, the second auction with Watson was a replica of the miracle last time.

Even if there was only a small percentage, he could earn tens of thousands of commission from this warehouse.

With this money, he and his sister wouldn't have to live a hard life in the future. Thank God for letting him meet Watson.

The initial excitement was gone, and Watson calmed down. He opened the third box.

To his disappointment, there was a drawing drawn with ink casually.

The drawing had turned yellow, but it could be vaguely identified as a topographic map. Was it a treasure map left behind by a mysterious robber?

Watson shook his head with self-mockery. The place on the drawing must be unusual, otherwise, the person wouldn't have saved it in the box so formally.

However, the two of them had been studying it for a long time, but they didn't have any clue. They only recognized the patterns of the cattle on it. The mysterious robber's talent in painting was so bad.

He probably couldn't even recognize what he had drawn.

The fourth box was a stack of cash, some of which were of unknown value.

When the last wardrobe was opened, a few old windbreakers appeared in front of them.

Just when he felt that there were no valuable items in the wardrobe, Hans keenly found the dark compartment of the wardrobe.

The two of them tried their best to open the concealed compartment with their equipment. A pile of gold and silver jewelry and small gold bars were thrown out.

The wardrobe should be the place where the mysterious robbers hid the stolen goods. With so many gold products, it should be another large amount of income.

After confirming that there were no missing items in the warehouse, Watson dialed the number of the Sid Auction House.

This is the direct line for Miss Julian. After he dialed, he heard the voice of Julian.

"Watson, is there any good news?"

"Don't bother me if there is no one million dollar deal," Julian joked.

Julian's voice was very attractive as if there was a magic power in it.

"Miss Julian, you're right. There's a bunch of luxury goods you need to have a look at."

"Okay, I'll see you in the same place." Julian also thought Watson was a mysterious person. She had read the news that Watson had killed seven members of the gang. Although the news exaggerated something, Watson was indeed a ruthless person. He deserved her friend.

This guy was very bold in dealing with things. Sometimes, he couldn't be judged by ordinary people. Perhaps this time, it would also bring her a surprise.

Seeing that no one was around, the two of them carried the two boxes into the newly bought Tacoma.

As soon as they got in the car, the two of them found a car following them.

Fortunately, after the gunshot last time, the police had been sending people to pay attention to them. Especially, Klova treated them as thieves, so there was often a police car wandering nearby.

They also found the car following Watson. When they were about to go up and interrogate, the car suddenly turned around at an intersection and left the police car behind.

After making sure that the car had run away, Hans put down the revolver in his hand. He had loaded the bullets, but fortunately, the person was still scared.

Klova, dressed in police uniform and sunglasses, knocked on the window of Tacoma. "Don't be impulsive, do you know? If there is another gunfight on the street, the police chief can't protect you this time."

Rolling down the window, Watson gave her an intriguing smile and said gratefully.

"Thank you, beautiful sir!"

"Humph, don't think you can do whatever you want to do without telling me last time. Don't let me find out that you have done anything illegal!"

Looking at her angry back, Watson whistled.

Although there was no conflict this time, Watson still dialed a number that had not been contacted for a long time.

"Parker, how are you doing recently? I heard that you have retired from the army."

A hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone, seeming to be immersed in sorrow.

"Watson, your niece is sick. As a father, I can do nothing about it."

Parker was a distant brother of Watson, a special-arms soldier. He had been in the army for the first half of his life, but his EQ was not high. He had always been in the front line. His wife had run away with someone else, and he had lost custody of his daughter.

Hearing that his niece Zoe was sick, Watson hurriedly interrupted him, "Are two hundred thousand dollars enough? I'll transfer it to you right now. By the way, what do you do now?"

"Two hundred thousand dollars?"

The person on the other end of the phone was shocked and refused in a hurry, "Watson, I'm not asking for money from you. You'd better keep it and marry Elodie. I'll find a way to deal with the money by myself. I'm going to resign from my job as a security guard and be a mercenary in the war zone."

"No, No, No. Parker, you misunderstood me. I broke up with Elodie a long time ago. Now we have established a treasure hunting team. We are in some danger now and need to establish a security team. I thought of you for the first time. 200 thousand dollars are paid as your signing fee, and your salary is 3 times higher than your current salary. Okay?"

"Well, I..." The man hesitated.