Pain fetish

The black market has always been the fringe area of ​​the capital, backed by powerful capital, and various forces, but only a group of unknown small activities outside, the network of relationships is intricate and extremely particular about the uniqueness of the connection between the upper and lower contacts.

Once there is a problem with any link in the online or offline, they will directly cancel the entire line without hesitation, so that the above-mentioned investigations have cracked dozens of transactions, but so far they have not caught a big fish.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Qi Han arrived at Qingbai Auction House on time.

This is a place where dignitaries gather. Thousands of antique calligraphy and paintings can be auctioned every year. It is divided into two main venues, spring auction and autumn auction, and countless small venues that are divided according to seasons and sources of goods.

Qi Han participated in the evening auction today, with a total of 47 lots, and he was waiting for the last one.

A small celadon glazed bowl with a cinnabar base, and a fine crack on the body of the bowl.

This is obviously an old and defective product, but it can be used as the finale, because it is just a cover to shoot it.

What is really valuable is the small bowl box at the back of the showcase, where the gland with a base price of 300 million is stored.

Glands cannot be traded publicly, and every time you make a sale, you have to use a scrap product as a trust in a regular auction house. Finally shot away.

"Next is our finale tonight, a celadon glazed bowl, with a starting price of 300 million."

The host dropped the hammer, and there was a lot of competition in the arena, and within three rounds, 500 million was shouted.

Qi Han sat in the penultimate row, the most inconspicuous corner.

He has long legs crossed, wearing a mask, the cuffs of his white shirt have cloud patterns, and an ancient heavy watch on his wrist with clear knuckles. The folding fan that was just photographed is spinning, and it looks like a nobleman who is addicted to antiques.

No one would have thought that this was the all-powerful president of the chamber of commerce.

Qi Han's windbreaker had already been taken off before entering the door, and it was handed over to the auction house for safekeeping. This is the rule of the auction house, customers do not show their faces, and no electronic equipment is allowed to enter the hall, especially for late auctions.

"Are you not interested in this auction?" The stranger sitting next to him looked at him with interest, and tentatively said, "I see that you have already photographed three antiques tonight."

Qi Han didn't turn his head, and took a sip of tea lazily, looking ahead, "It's full."

It means that the share of this game has been matched.

However, the teacup fell on the table with a crisp sound, and the bodyguard who was also wearing a mask two meters behind him immediately raised his card: "800 million!"

This boldness caused quite a stir, but it was immediately covered by another voice, and the bodyguard on Qi Han's right raised a sign: "1000 million!"

"Good guy, you are so generous, what are the backgrounds of these two people?"

"I don't know. It looks like you're rich or expensive depending on how you dress, but your vision is really bad." The whisperer asked doubtfully, "Is it worth 1000 million yuan to buy a defective bowl?"

"Damn, the fun of the rich."

The auction was still going on, and the 1000 million did not stop raising the price, but Qi Han signaled the people on the left and right not to raise their placards.

This is a way to distinguish the same batch of competitors. If the asking price has already exceeded three times the value of the celadon bowl, but it continues to rise, then the next group of people holding signs are either taking advantage of it or hidden gland buyers. .

After 1000 million, there were still three people bidding in turn, and one of them was the stranger who was testing Qi Han just now.

"I'll offer 500 million!" He raised his card high, causing an uproar in the audience, and the words suddenly reached Qi Han's ear, and shouted: "President Qi."

The bodyguard's heart trembled, and he wanted to turn his head subconsciously. Qi Han's knee leaned against his leg, forcing the bodyguard to dare not move.

And he himself didn't give a little reaction from the beginning to the end, and he didn't even lift his eyelids.

The man didn't feel embarrassed: "Did I admit my mistake?"

Qi Han just took a sip of tea from the teacup, and glanced at him by the way: "What did you say?"

"No, you continue."

In order for this gland to successfully get out of the auction house, there must be no mistakes in the auction process.Qi Han, who is hiding his identity, has already photographed two antiques in order to confuse the public, and let the bodyguards take turns asking the price from left to right.

While the stranger was probing him, Qi Han had already confirmed the identity of that person.

Of the three gland buyers other than him, the first two all adhere to the price range of 50 yuan, but this one has a minimum of 100 million yuan at a time. I am afraid that I will spend less money, but look at the only valuable thing on him. The thing is just a tie clip, or a fake.

Unable to afford the high bidding price but kept raising the price in an attempt to maximize the value of this gland, Qi Han could only think of one possibility, except Er Wu Zi who was taken advantage of by him.

Gland hunter.

Nowadays, gland resources are extremely scarce, and the punishment of relevant laws is constantly increasing, resulting in astonishingly high transaction prices of glands in the black market, which also breeds another unpopular industry, gland hunters.

They would sneak into the auction, quietly wait for the glands to appear, follow the buyers all the way after the auction, and do everything possible to snatch the glands and sell them at a higher price.

So there is a saying in the black market: it is more difficult to keep the glands than to buy them.

Because these people are real desperadoes, they will kill the buyers after they snatch the glands.

"It seems that you didn't shoot anything tonight, but you have a special liking for this bowl. Do you like its workmanship?" Qi Han turned his head and asked tentatively.

The man laughed twice, rolled his eyes and said, "I like it. Things from the Han Dynasty can be preserved to this day, even if there are a few flaws, it doesn't hurt. And you can see how unique the red paint on the bottom of the bowl is, it must be extraordinary."

Qi Han said on the surface: "I have vision."

Qi Han's heart: Exquisite fart, that's the mark of cinnabar mop.

After completely confirming the identity of this person, he signaled the bodyguards to fight quickly, and finally won the gland for 700 million.

At the end, the stranger next door and Qi Han got up at the same time, their shoulders bumped together, "Sorry, are you okay." He helped Qi Han's lower back.

"It's okay." Qi Han nodded slightly, turned his head and went into the bathroom, and took out an inconspicuous small disc from the back waist of his shirt, which should be something like a tracker, which the man stuck to him just now.

He was exposed. Although the man was not sure of his identity, he knew that the two bodyguards who participated in the bidding were ordered by him.

Qi Han frowned, and pressed the headset: "Ready to start Plan B."

Five minutes later, two alphas with the same figure and clothes as Qi Han walked out of the bathroom. They were wearing masks and carrying a competition box in their hands. One still had the tracker attached to his shirt.

The boxes in their hands contained the two antiques that Qi Han had photographed, and a bodyguard car was sent behind the vehicle, driving all the way to the city.

Qi Han ordered them to call the police as soon as they found the gland hunter following the car or robbing them openly, and they could make as much noise as they could, and they were not afraid to check the things in their hands.

At the same time, Qi Han, who had been disguised, got into an unremarkable Santana and drove to Linhai Highway in a detour.

The gland is in the car. He must ensure that the road is unimpeded and there will be no accidents that attract attention. Even if he really meets the gland hunter, he must go on the unmonitored road section, detour from the Linhai Highway to the suburbs, and then change cars back to the hospital. This is the best route Qi Han has studied.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when I left the auction house, and the sky was dark.

One side of the Linhai Highway is next to the mountain, and the other side cuts straight down to the highlands of the Linhai. At night, the visibility is very low, and the tide of the sea water is easy to make the tires slip, so few drivers are willing to go.

Qi Han's car drove halfway through, and there was no sign of other cars.

"Turn to the suburbs at the next intersection." Qi Han ordered the driver beside him, besides, there were three bodyguards in his car.

"Good president."

A ringtone suddenly disturbed the quiet night breeze, Qi Han answered the phone, it was one of the "fake Qi Han".

"President, the gland hunters are coming towards us."

Qi Han felt relieved, "Okay, let's make the noise louder, and properly expose—"

Before he finished speaking, a bright light suddenly hit his face, and a heavy truck rushed out from the road ahead. The driver was just about to turn the steering wheel to avoid sideways, when Qi Han faintly heard the faint sound of a motorcycle engine.

"careful!"

A "bang" shot exploded into the night sky, and the bullet penetrated the glass and hit the driver's seat. Qi Han broke the driver's shoulder at the last second, and at the same time tried his best to reverse the steering wheel and backed up at full speed.

I saw that Santana withdrew from the two sides of the attack like a fish, and the motorcycle rider who shot the gun collided with the heavy truck hard, and the motorcycle was pushed all the way off the cliff by the inertia of the heavy truck.

"The two of them are together!"

Qi Han pressed down on the car seat, took the frightened driver with one hand and pulled him directly to the passenger seat, squeezed himself from the center console to the driver's seat, gripped the steering wheel and slammed into a circle, barely brushing against the heavy truck before turning around And pass.

But within 3 minutes of driving, there was a sudden roar of motorcycles in the road section covered in thick fog ahead.

Obviously, they were put together.

First follow the fake Qi Han and expose it on purpose, and then catch them by surprise after the other party informs the master to make the real Qi Han take it lightly.

"President, stop the car and let us go down!" shouted the bodyguard in the back seat, "There are at least seven or eight motorcycles on the opposite side, if they all have guns, we will be swept by them!"

"Shut up! They are all desperadoes, if you go down, you will die."

Qi Han frowned tightly, and a layer of cold sweat broke out from the hands holding the steering wheel. Seeing that the headlights of the cars on the other side had come through the thick fog, and they would be exposed to the guns immediately, Qi Han suddenly turned around urgently and turned backwards. Turned around again after driving 30 meters.

"Get ready, I'll rush over."

He stepped on the accelerator to the maximum and headed towards the motorcycle team at full speed, signaling the bodyguard and the driver at the same time.

The four swallowed their saliva with pale faces, and they were all ready to lie down to avoid the bullets when they approached.

But Qi Han said: "It's not lying down, but leaning back."

The four were stunned, "What?"

As soon as the words were finished, a harsh rut sound exploded in the eardrums, and the high-speed tires even rubbed sparks against the ground. A row of lights on the opposite side hit them through the thick fog, and Qi Han directly drove Santana into the lamp post.

The field of vision was suddenly clear, seven or eight motorcyclists raised their guns at the same time, the driver screamed and fell down, was pulled up by Qi Han, and he ordered sharply: "Everyone lean back!"

In the next second, Santana, who was advancing at full speed, rolled over a dead tree and suddenly turned up!

"Bang bang bang bang-"

The chaotic gunshots were deafening, and they all hit the bottom of the car. The driver and the bodyguard howled and tried their best to lie down. Qi Han counted to five in his heart, stepped on the accelerator hard, and ordered at the same time: "Get down!"

With a loud noise, the front of the car hit the ground, just in the gap left by the chaotic escape of the motorcyclists.

The five people were stunned by the momentum of Santana's fall. Qi Han was the first to react. He pushed away the driver on his body, quickly pulled out another gun from his lower back, and ordered the bodyguards: "Second shoot! Fourth hit the truck behind. tire!"

"You can't die, don't love to fight, aim at their right arm!"

There is no surveillance on this section of the road, and Qi Han has long been optimistic about the weather forecast for heavy rain tonight.

The rain will wash away all the bloodstains and gunpowder smoke. As long as no one is killed, the first motorcycle rider falling off the cliff is just a simple accident. He believes that the gland hunter will clean up the rest.

The "lifting the car" just now was obviously beyond everyone's expectations. The motorcycle team was rushed away, and the area was in chaos. The bodyguard who took the lead quickly cleaned up several people and returned to the car.

When the thick fog gradually cleared, Santana started again.

Excluding the accident just now, this can be regarded as a perfect operation.

Qi Han set up a three-layer protective net for himself.

On the first floor, three fake identities were used to participate in the auction. Even tonight, the Chamber of Commerce held an online meeting. Qi Han used the video recorded earlier to attend the meeting instead of himself. No one knew that he appeared in the auction tonight. Pass.

On the second floor, even if his identity was exposed, he only photographed two antiques, which had nothing to do with the final celadon glazed bowl.The two bodyguards who helped him bid for the auction were brand new faces. They were businessmen from abroad. They would go abroad tonight.

On the last layer, the heavy rain and the gland hunter with a criminal record will clean up all the traces of tonight, and no one will know where the gland will eventually flow. He will take Fu Ge abroad for surgery, and even He has a brand new omega identity.

But the premise of all this is that Fu Ge still loves him.

He was 80.00% sure that he would not be caught, but unfortunately, this was not the ending his lover wanted.

"parking."

He spoke suddenly a second before driving off the Linhai Highway.

The frightened driver stopped in a daze, "President?"

Qi Han didn't respond, he just took the box containing the glands, then bit off the leather glove on his hand, and stuck his palm and fingertips on the box.

The bodyguard reminded him: "Fingerprints will be left, President."

Qi Han smiled, "I know."

Opening the box, he took out the bowl and the well-sealed gland in the interlayer. Qi Han lowered the car window and threw the box and the gun with his fingerprints out of the window.

"Let's go..."

He finally uttered two words.

The three-layer protective net is his last redemption for himself, like a fight between trapped beasts.It was his promise to Fu Ge to leave the evidence at the crime scene, and he was willing to kill himself.

Just arrived in the early morning, the heavy rain came suddenly, the thick fog behind him had dispersed, and the road in front of him was completely shrouded in darkness.

Amidst the sound of rain, Santana drove into the night in silence.

In the corner of the hospital where the lightning was shining, Fu Geku sat on the balcony where the rain was pouring, waiting for him to come back.

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