When asked about the value of the Monument of Time, Dr. Connors only answered truthfully: "It is a priceless treasure, and I cannot limit its value!" The interviewer continued to ask: "I heard that a collector is willing to bid $50 million to acquire the Monument of Time and wants to obtain its ownership. Is this true, Doctor?"

"Yes, the offer is 50 million, but it has been rejected." Jin Bing shook his head gently: "My old friend is so good. His own acquisition request was rejected by the federal government, so he sent the information to me."

Jin Bing read the record tape sent by his friend "Collector of Cultural Relics". He did not understand the meaning of the series of data in Dr. Connors's words, but he could also understand the value of the Monument of Time.

At least, Dr. Connors is willing to admit that there are certain things that are beneficial to human cells in the slab.

Whether it is undiscovered science or mysterious magic, Jin Bing hopes to hold the monument of time in his own hands. For the artifact that can give people immortality, Jin doesn't care how much he has to pay for it.

"Okay, that's all today!"

Jin Bing raised the crutch placed in a corner of the training room. This was the combat equipment he prepared for himself, and the powerful gangster thought. The crutch he always held in his hand seemed just an ordinary decoration on the outside, but there was a mystery in it.

Just like in another universe, the super criminal Penguin umbrella, Jinbing's crutches also have endless attack capabilities. They can fire lasers, emit poisons, smoke, and can also emit electric shocks during close combat as electric batons, which is simply unpredictable.

Jin Bing, who had already had the upper hand against the enemy with empty hands, had already gained the upper hand, and his power surpassed ordinary people, suppressing the dozen martial arts masters who were accompaniment. Now, he has used special weapons and has even swept across the enemy. In just one round, he has knocked all the trainees who besieged him to the ground.

The sound of footsteps came from behind, and the person who came deliberately made his voice come out. He saw a scene about Jin Geng dealing with his subordinates. Jin Geng turned around, stretched out his cane and pointed at him and asked, "Bulleye? How did you pass through the security system?"

Jin Bing has set up many defense lines for his own nest of global crimes. However, it is obvious that these defense measures will not have any effect in front of the target eye.

"Are you talking about them?" Bull Eye kicked the corpses lying at the door with no interest, and said boredly: "The dead man can't stop me from entering and leaving anywhere."

Jin Bing raised his eyebrows and looked at the bodyguards who died tragically at the door of his office. They were exposed by various inconspicuous little things in the vital parts.

For example, pencils, wires, paper clips...

"Is it necessary to break through violently like this?" Jin Bing asked someone to drag the bodyguard bodyguard killed by Bull Eye and signaled Bull Eye to come in. Bull Eye walked into Jin Bing's office and shook his head and said, "Is it necessary? No, it's just because it's fun, it adds a little bit of insignificant fun to me."

"You have greatly exceeded my expectations." Jin Bian turned his face and smiled at the bull's eye: "I really didn't expect that you not only brought back Herbert Landon's research results, but even the biological experts from the Brand Group were kidnapped."

The Bull Eye shrugged and showed a strange smile: "Well, it's like robbing the bank. I saw cash in the ATM next to me, just do it."

Jin Bingdi murmured in a low voice: "A funny description, Bulleye, I always thought that we were the same people."

"I am arrogant and full of confidence in myself." Bull's eye tilted his head and had no special respect for this **oss who controls the global crime plan. He asked: "Is there any new task to call me back from my vacation in such a hurry? I hope it will be more challenging."

Jin Bing laughed: "Of course, my old friend, have you received some special information recently? I mean, it was deliberately spread by someone from that special channel."

"Are you talking about the Aztec Monument of Time?" Bull Eye stood up from Jin Bing's big sofa and nodded, "Yes, I got the same news. After our lovely federal government's secret research on the Monument of Time was revealed, a slate heat was stirred up in the circle."

So far, there are not many big names who have received the exact news from Father Terence, but all kinds of specious rumors are flying all over the sky.

People's attention to the Monument of Time is also increasing. It can be said that powerful collectors around the world have begun to take action. They have placed orders one after another on the black market, competing to buy ownership of the Monument of Time at a high price.

It is not that there are organizations that want to take on these tasks, but under the surveillance of SHIELD, they were hit by SHIELD agents before they even approached the Time Monument.

Jin Bing poured himself a cup of whiskey and hummed in a low voice: "I must make the Monument of Time in my pocket, Bull Eye, you should plan it well."

"The Federal News Agency's special press conference repeatedly denied that the Time Monument has magical power, and it also clearly stated that the Time Monument will not be sold to the public. But its price on the black market is rising steadily like a rocket, and I need enough rewards." Bull Eye blinked his eyes and snorted.

Jin Bing rolled his eyes: "I just need to get the Monument of Time, don't talk to me about the reward, you will get what you deserve."

"Very good, then there is no problem. I need some manpower cooperation." Bulleye seems to speak better than Emire, as long as the reward is rich enough, he doesn't care about doing anything.

Jin Bing also knew that the Time Monument was not so easy to succeed, so he nodded and said, "Okay, you will see your companions who satisfy you. So, Mr. Bulleye, when will you be able to set off?"

Bull Eye picked up the roses inserted in the bottle from Jin Bing's desk and sniffed them under his nose. He sneezes hard, and then crushed them with his fingers: "It's OK now, and I want to say one more thing. Japanese flower arrangement skills are really terrible. I suggest you consider sending someone to China to learn the real ancient art."

Jin Bing's eyes suddenly widened, and he burst into laughter: "I will, thank you for your advice."
Chapter completed!