While Zhang Jing was enjoying lunch, Wen Li received a gift from him in Perth.
The shape, craftsmanship and value of the phoenix-shaped bronze ware are not inferior to those of the bronze divine dragon. It is a unique good thing.
Not only did he not lose, he even got worse.
There is at least one version of the bronze divine dragon with a different shape abroad.
As for the phoenix weapon in front of me, I don’t know the future, but at least it’s the last song for now.
After looking at it quietly for a long time, Wen Li sighed: "Zhang Jing is really willing to give up, but I would have hesitated for a long time."
"This was after Li Xing went to Los Angeles," Caihong analyzed from the side, "Zhang Jingcai made a decision, and he is repaying it."
Wen Li nodded, agreed with her adopted daughter's statement, and spoke slowly:
"Zhang Jing has changed a lot from cautious and cautious to bohemian; but he has always been grateful, repaying kindness, and never forgetting his original intention. This is really good."
Butterfly lowered her head and did not answer. She wanted to say in her heart: "Zhang Jing is just waiting for someone to order the food."
"What else did Zhang Jing send?" Wen Li asked.
"There is also a jar of honey," Butterfly introduced. "It is said to be wild honey produced on the farm."
Wen Li nodded, "She cares about people, no wonder she has so many girlfriends."
Butterfly continued to lower his head and did not answer. He wanted to say in his heart: "Zhang Jing is very good at flattering."
Zhang Jing didn't know Caihong had so many misunderstandings about him, otherwise he would have had a long talk with her until the misunderstanding was resolved.
At this moment, he was enjoying a sumptuous lunch at the rooftop restaurant of the Garden Hotel beside the picturesque and exotic Nile River.
"My dear," Slantian Sisi asked, "When will we go back?"
Although Zhang Jing is very busy these days, he has not found the tomb of the sixth pharaoh of the Eighteenth Dynasty.
Although the treasure hunting system is great, it is not perfect.
Here comes the problem.
Although the tomb of the sixth pharaoh of the Eighteenth Dynasty was not found, I was not empty-handed. Do you want to go back and rest?
The answer is yes, just take it when you see it, be safe and go home first to cash out.
Do what you decided to do immediately. After lunch, we left Luxor, the city where the Valley of the Kings is located, and drove a rental car for more than 500 kilometers along the west bank of the Nile River before returning to Cairo.
Two days later at noon, we landed in Los Angeles.
Compared with the dry and hot climate in Egypt, the temperature in Los Angeles is much more comfortable and feels like spring.
Walk to the parking lot, this time no one is planting a bomb under the car, and drive back to the north side of the tracks.
Li Xing said that someone was planning to retaliate. For safety reasons, Zhang Jing decided to let Silan temporarily live at No. 1550 north of the track.
Beverly is known as the safest place in the country. The police are dispatched within three minutes, which makes people feel safe.
Of course, all this must be informed to Wang Sisi in advance. As I said before, No. 1550 is her territory.
After long hours of treasure hunting, long hours of driving, and long hours of flying, Zhang Jing was extremely sleepy when he got home. He rushed into the bedroom, took a simple warm bath, and fell on the bed, where he felt sleepy for a second.
At the same time, Fan Simin's ex-boyfriend Tong Di landed at Los Angeles Airport.
Tong Di is about 1.76 meters tall, wears glasses, looks gentle, and has good overall appearance.
The landing continued. Twenty minutes later, Tong Di took a taxi and appeared in a cafe on an abandoned track. He saw the middle-aged brown-haired woman who had previously held a gun to his head.
The two of them were talking quietly, obviously planning to do something bad.
Zhang Jing didn't know that Tong Di jumped out again and said that he could only do three things, otherwise he would definitely go to see God.
After sleeping until seven o'clock the next morning, Zhang Jing woke up from hunger. He came to the restaurant barefoot and heard laughter coming from the kitchen.
It turned out that Silan was telling a joke, and Wang Sisi and Fan Simin were constantly amused.
Zhang Jing quietly walked to the kitchen door and looked at his three girlfriends with different styles from behind.
Seeing them huddled in a kitchen busy making breakfast, Zhang Jing never imagined that he would become like this one day.
After all, this matter was Wen Li's fault.
There's nothing I can do, my arms can't twist my thighs, it's not what I want.
Talk.
Silan has a strong desire to survive. She is worried about losing her boyfriend and not being able to have ten children. She is very good at showing kindness, taking the initiative to make friends, and making the relationship good.
After a slow breakfast cooked by his girlfriends, Zhang Jing drove away in a black x5 bulletproof car and returned to Kanfan Farm, 120 kilometers away.
I plan to count the harvest, and I plan to open the coffin - perform an autopsy.
Walking westward along Sunset Boulevard, facing the beautiful wind and sunshine, Zhang Jing was in a good mood.
Driving out of Beverly City, there is a highway behind. The bulletproof car is bulky and the motor roars. It sounds very powerful, but it is actually very powerful, close to 400 horsepower.
As fast as the wind!
However, Zhang Jing soon discovered the danger. A white Japanese van was trying to overtake.
It's just that he still looks a little malicious.
Being wary by nature, Zhang Jing gave oil at his feet.
On a three-lane highway, drive in the far right lane and drive alongside an unfamiliar pickup truck driving in the middle lane.
Leave the fast lane open for vans that want to overtake.
The strange pickup truck owner didn't know that Zhang Jing was using him as a shield, so he waved in a friendly manner.
Zhang Jing waved and kept his eyes on the white van. Just when he thought he had done too many bad things and looked like a bad guy to everyone, the speeding white van suddenly opened its side sliding door from the inside. .z.br>
Do you think the people sitting inside are migrant workers?
The result was four lean African-Americans, one of whom was holding a double-magazine Aka 47 in his hand. The car was speeding, and they were firing a storm of bullets at Zhang Jing through a strange pickup truck.
The strange pickup truck driver caught in the middle was shaking his head one second and drinking heavily the next.
Zhang Jing braked decisively, thinking of Lindsay's cool move of turning the front of the car 180 degrees, and made a rapid maneuver.
The result was not bad. The heavy bulletproof car rushed onto the opposite road and collided with a blue Lamborghini SUV.
The van occupied by the four desperadoes continued to drive forward, giving up on assassinating Zhang Jing.
Because he is a bad guy and bad guys know bad guys, Zhang Jing hunched over in the car and did not dare to get out of the car for fear of serial assassination.
As if to respond to the situation, a high-horsepower motorcycle roared up from behind.
The car was carrying two men and a woman wearing full helmets and black clothes.
The motorcycle hadn't stopped yet. Sitting in the back, a woman in smart clothes jumped out of the car. Holding a spray gun in her hand, she jumped over the knocked down barrier in the middle and walked quickly towards Zhang Jing's bulletproof car.
I found out that the other party had bad intentions, and I was worried that the bulletproof glass would not be able to stop the trolls.
Zhang Jing didn't care about damaging public facilities or compensating others. He put the reverse gear on, hit the driver hard, turned the steering wheel to the left, put the forward gear on, and left the scene quickly.
The woman held a spray gun in her hand and fired repeatedly. It was useless to hit the tires or the gas tank. She could only watch the target escape... but she didn't escape!
When she found Zhang Jing turning around and chasing him from 30 meters away, the female killer was frightened and quickly got on the motorcycle, urging her companions to leave quickly.
Unfortunately.
Although the bulletproof car could still run at a high speed of 80 yards after its tire was punctured, it was unrealistic to catch up with the motorcycle, so the pursuit had to be given up.
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