Zhao Song looked at the tea handed over by Mrs. Shangdu, and without reaching out to pick it up, he quietly looked at Mrs. Shangdu.

Mrs. Shangdu also tilted her head to look at him.

Neither of them spoke until Zhao Song took the tea and put it in front of him.

"I'm sorry, madam, I think I'd better leave. Your divination is not suitable for me.

I like to be foolish and reckless."

Zhao Song stood up and left.

Divination is a very good thing to see the secrets of heaven. Can the results she divined be changed or cannot be changed?

Is it possible in the end, or is it destined to happen?

It can be changed, so what does he do in divination?

Avoid possible pitfalls in the future?

If he can't change, then what he knows to do?

Do you know the death date, close your eyes and wait for death?

In the American comic world where time gems and someone can travel through time and constantly change the world, Zhao Song does not believe in the power of divination.

He turned and left, but Mrs. Shangdu did not stop him.

She touched the ruby ​​pendant with a cat's eyes on her neck and said, "Master, we will meet again."

Zhao Song heard her words without saying anything, but when he left, the waiter at the door was holding a 16k copy of the copper-plated paper booklet.

He handed the booklet to Zhao Song, and Zhao Song took a look.

This is a brochure for the private auction of Victoria, New York.

This booklet alone is already valuable.

Victoria Private Auction House is a famous antique and jewelry trading house in New York.

It is precious in terms of privacy and illegality.

Many good things that cannot be seen on the surface can be seen in this private auction house.

Many unknown big names are regular customers of this auction house.

If they have some shameful habits.

Then Victoria's private auction house was even more heart-warming.

Their voyeurism can be satisfied at Victoria Auction House.

For this reason, many people near cities drive here for a monthly auction.

Similarly, in order to ensure the nobleness and safety of Victoria Auction House, it adopts a member invitation system, not a public system.

Zhao Song has heard of this.

He has never received an invitation from this auction house.

But among the people who work in security in Victoria's private auction houses, there are believers of the Golden Mother Yuanjun.

He actually knew a lot of news.

For example, he knew that this not too secret secret auction house was Jinbing's industry and also the place where he sold stolen goods.

Many shameful things are shipped directly from Jinbing’s private wharf to the auction house.

Why does he know this too?

Because the person who drives for Jinbing Group is also a member of the gym.

Little John's brothers and sisters are all working as coolies in this huge city in New York.

Their news, one or two, may be inconspicuous, but when many messages are gathered together, they can connect one secret after another.

Victoria Auction is a river of gold in her hands.

Mrs. Shangdu is a member of Victoria's private auction house and it is not beyond Zhao Song's expectations. Zhao Song wanted to see what medicine was sold in the bottle of Mrs. Shangdu.

He took the "brand" and opened it and saw many auction items.

The more I looked, the stranger Zhao Song's eyes became.

There are indeed many prohibited things here, but some things have exceeded the ability of gold and possibly scraping them.

Zhao Song didn't care much about those things. He flipped the coated paper and saw an auction item, Zhao Song's hand stopped.

He raised his eyebrows and stroked his fingers on the picture. The concave and convex feel was conveyed through the fingertips, telling Zhao Song that all this was true.

"The Spear of Destiny".

Zhao Song murmured to himself, and he also saw the invitation letter sandwiched into this page.

After opening the invitation letter, Zhao Song saw the opening time of the auction.

Saturday morning, two o'clock.

It's Saturday at around 0:6 am.

From now on, you can almost arrive at the auction site on time.

If you say that this was not calculated by Mrs. Shangdu, Zhao Song didn't believe it.

Even if he just calls someone over now, it will be too late.

Is this a trap?

Zhao Song didn't know, but he knew that he had to go over and join in the fun.

He held the invitation letter in his hand and closed the bronze sheet. Zhao Song went downstairs and saw that the car was still waiting for him. Zhao Song got into the car very skillfully.

The driver rushed towards the Victoria Auction House without asking where he was going.

On the way here, Zhao Song made a phone call. After calling, he closed his eyes and rested, chanted Buddha's name and calculated, and waited for the vehicle to arrive.

He didn't think much about how a magical weapon like the Spear of Destiny would appear in a private auction house.

Because this is clearly a trap.

He smelled the strong smell of conspiracy inside.

As for whether this conspiracy was targeted by Zhao Song, or against the Archangel Gabriel, or killing two birds with one stone or three birds with one stone, that's not what Zhao Song knew.

The auction items seen on the coated paper were not only outrageous in the Spear of Destiny, but also saw many even more outrageous things.

Take out one of these things at will, which will cause a stir.

If someone is willing to use these things to fish.

Then they are really willing to spend a lot of money.

Does Jin Bing, the underground emperor of New York, really have such great courage?

Or is it that the poor ghost Jin Bing has become a doll and puppet in the hands of others?

...

Manhattan Island, Premium Business District, Rand Building.

Jin Bing stood by the window with his crutch. From his perspective, he could see the Stark Company's signature!

He did not hide his envy of the helmsman of these big companies.

Even though he has become the underground emperor of New York, his understanding of himself has become more and more profound.

He is actually a mouse in a gutter now.

Although it is the fattest one, what is the use of this?

The owners of this country are Stark after Stark, not him, not him, Wilson Fisk, not Jinbing of New York, Stark, Rand, Osborne, and Hammer!

They are those well-dressed congressmen.

He can kill the ugly congressman alone, he can kill the weak Tony Stark with one punch, but then?

If they are angry, Wilson will become a betrayal dog the next day, his men will be beaten up by nypd, his men will be thrown into prison, and he will lose his life in endless pursuit.

New York needs a gold.

Ke Jinbing doesn't have to be him.

If Wilson refused to be a good dog with peace of mind, then those big guys wouldn't mind being another person to be a dog.

He is actually not free at all!

Wilson was not as willing to be a dog as he seemed.

He also has his own ambitions, and he is also accumulating strength. He can make him come out of the title of King and become the power of Mr. Wilson, Councillor Wilson.

He often looked at the rest of the buildings from this direction, full of envy.

Sometimes he also wondered how good it would be if the blood of the Starks and Osborne families were flowing in his body.

Will his path be much easier now?
To be continued...