Hello, Mr. West, no, no, I haven't been to Italy yet. I think you received the gift that Ryan brought for me and you like it very much. That's good!"
In the box, Tang Song took out the satellite phone and rubbed the secret marks on the auction catalog with his fingers.
If you don't understand something related to the Holy Shield Brotherhood, just ask someone who knows.
"Yes, I'm on the cruise ship, just to relax. In a few days, I will visit you in the Vatican. You can pick me up. Don't be so polite. Okay, okay..."
Tang Song smiled as he made the call: "By the way, there is something I want to ask you!"
At this time, there is an inconspicuous chapel in the Vatican, which is completely closed and not open to tourists. Its walls are covered with biblical stories.
The stained glass on the ceiling depicts the famous Last Supper.
Sunlight shines through the stained glass onto the crucifix.
Inside the chapel, a group of cardinals in black and white robes were praying devoutly to the cross.
In a small square in front of the chapel, next to a few naked, chubby little angel sculptures,
West, a tall man in a white robe, was holding a cell phone. While talking on the phone, he looked seriously at several knights in medieval armor training and fighting each other.
"Auction?"
West listened to Tang Song's story on the phone and pondered for a moment.
"This should be Charles's property, Charles Weiland. He is an elder of the Brotherhood. He is different from us. He is old and has been looking for ways to prolong his life recently!"
"He has always been the one organizing this kind of auctions, and many people would entrust him to auction off some shady things!"
"The auction may run into some trouble. What suggestions do you have?"
Tang Song looked through the frosted glass at the tall old man sitting in the conference hall outside and the big man with long hair beside him, and tapped the glass lightly with his fingers.
These two don't look like the kind of people who come here to buy things peacefully.
Either not helping either side or taking advantage of the situation, it all depends on the news from West.
"Charles is old. He has always been a maverick in the fraternity and has been pursuing alien culture. This is contrary to the original intention of our fraternity!"
Listening to West's words, Tang Song understood that Charles Wieland and West were obviously not from the same faction.
"Then I understand, Mr. West. See you in the Vatican in two days!"
Tang Song hung up the phone and looked outside the box. One by one, burly men walked into the venue carrying suitcases.
It can be seen that the security measures of the auction are indeed very good.
These security guards and bodyguards seemed to be elites selected from hundreds of thousands. They all carried firearms. Tang Song felt alien energy from some of the leaders among them. He didn't know whether they were mutants or other extraordinary beings.
This level of security is more than enough to deal with ordinary robbers, but none of the people in the venue who were eyeing these things, including Tang Song himself, were ordinary people.
As the auctioneer came on stage, the auction started soon.
"The third item of this auction is ten kilograms of vibranium ore! I don't need to explain the price of this item, everyone should know its value!
The starting price of this lot is 100 million US dollars, and each bid increase shall not be less than 5 million US dollars! "
On the auction table, an oriental beauty wearing a blue and white porcelain cheongsam stood beside the auction table, holding a small wooden square hammer similar to an inkstone in her hand, and introducing the items with a sweet smile.
The sky-blue cheongsam perfectly outlines the female auctioneer's profile. She is in her thirties, a mature age for a woman. With her delicate and exquisite lines, she looks like a ripe peach.
However, all those who can attend the auction are powerful and wealthy people. They have all seen and experienced it before. Compared with the beautiful auctioneer, everyone is more concerned about the items on auction.
"VIP No. 23, bid 110 million US dollars, 110 million at a time..."
"VIP No. 17, bid 115 million..."
"VIP No. 6, bid 120 million... Are there any VIPs who can offer a higher price? 120 million each time."
After the dinosaur eggs and an ancient oriental porcelain were auctioned off, the third item soon became the vibranium ore.
After the auction price reached 115 million, Tang Song increased the price by 5 million, raising the price to 120 million.
This price is already the ceiling price of this vibranium ore. After all, this price is already one-fifth higher than the black market price.
Unless someone is in urgent need, the rich people sitting here have a scale in their hearts, and they will measure whether it is worth auctioning a piece of ore at this price.
Even vibranium has its price.
After weighing the pros and cons, many people decisively gave up the bidding.
"One hundred and twenty-five million!"
To Tang Song's surprise, when the auctioneer raised the hammer for the second time, someone actually raised the price above his.
"One hundred and thirty million!" Tang Song pressed the red button.
Although he was determined to get it for free, he still wanted to enjoy the fun of the auction.
"One hundred and thirty-five million! VIP No. 27 offers one hundred and thirty-five million! Are there any other VIPs who would like to raise the price?"
The beautiful auctioneer turned her eyes to the box where Tang Song was.
Tang Song did not disappoint her expectations and directly raised the price to 150 million.
"The VIP in Box 6 is offering 150 million!" The beautiful auctioneer half-raised the hammer in her hand, "150 million at a time..."
"One hundred and fifty-five million, VIP No. 27 bids one hundred and fifty-five million..."
Tang Song frowned and looked towards seat No. 27 at the auction. There was a big white man wearing camouflage clothes, with a buzz cut, a trimmed beard, and a scratch under the corner of his eye.
Looks quite fierce!
The big man seemed to notice that Tang Song was looking at him, and glanced at Tang Song provocatively.
"Baby, check this person's background for me!"
Tang Song looked at the man in camouflage uniform coldly, and did not choose to raise the price, but patted Skye's buttocks.
Skye raised his hand, and the cover of the multifunctional watch on his wrist popped open, turning into a mini computer.
Kaka, after taking a photo of the big man in camouflage uniforms, Skye controlled the computer and quickly found his information.
The information was quickly projected onto the wall of the box.
"Boss, his name is Ulysses Klaue, a mercenary leader active in Africa. Eighty percent of the vibranium currently circulating in the underground world comes from him!"
Tang Song looked at the photo of Ulysses Klaue projected on the wall of the box. The background was the African grassland. Ulysses Klaue, dressed as a mercenary, stood on a Hummer, holding an anti-aircraft machine gun with high spirits.
Ulysses Klaue, Tang Song found this name from his distant memory.
If he remembered correctly, this guy brought a large amount of vibranium from Wakanda.
Tang Song's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw Ulysses, who was a little angry because he didn't raise the price.
He rubbed the black jade ring on his thumb, and in a corner where no one was paying attention, the black jade ring rustled and turned into a small black snake.
A faint mist enveloped the little snake, and its body quickly shrank until it became as thin as a hair, and flew out through the gap in the box window...
(My baby has surgery at 5 o'clock tomorrow, so I have to get up at 3 o'clock in the morning to drink Pulse. Good night, everyone!)