Power of Money
Chapter 502

"There are three minutes left. Tyrion, take Master Qin and leave first. Selina and I will stay here to get evidence. After the matter is done, we will meet at the old place, and Miss Bai will arrange everything."

Yegen dragged the body of the security guard to the middle of the living room. Tyrion looked around. The monitor equipment in the room had been disposed of by Selina. Although he had firmly controlled the surveillance room, it was difficult to guarantee that Dan did not make any other arrangements and still had a backup plan.

Selina nodded and turned to Jason, saying, "Go with Tyrion. I hope we can meet again in the future."

Tyrion stood opposite, looking at Jason with a complicated expression.

Originally, he thought that he was the core of the cultural relics rescue mission, but he did not expect that as a well-experienced professional spy, he would become the companion of this unknown teenager. "Well, you should also take care of yourself. I'm looking forward to the day I can meet you again."

The situation was urgent, and Jason also knew that if he stayed here for one more minute, he would bring more danger to everyone.

He directly held the lockbox containing the Chinese Grace Painting in his arms, took a deep look at Selina, and turned away from the room with Tyrion.

"We've prepared the speedboat in the cabin. Later, I'll send you down directly. Someone will take you out of here and back to Gavila directly."

After leaving the room, Tyrion took Jason to trotting all the way out of the corridor, and whispered the next action at the same time.

"What about you?" Jason looked sideways at him. His impression of Tyrion was still on the son of a hidden rich family. He was somewhat unaccustomed to the sudden change of role transfer.

"You don't have to worry about me. Someone will send you out. A rich second generation like you is only suitable to be a flower in a greenhouse under the protection of a thousand people. It doesn't belong to you here."

Obviously, Tyrion was very dissatisfied that an agent at his level wanted to protect a poor rich second generation.

It was completely enough for him to take a picture, and then easily allow his only son to leave with the painting scroll. Instead of adding such a burden to his side to increase the risk of the mission.

Jason glanced at him in surprise. He didn't know how he had offended Tyrion. When he turned his head, he saw the security guard standing on a splint and six or seven meters away from him. Jason's pupils suddenly contracted.

Jason's memory had always been good. He clearly remembered that the security guard who guarded the guest room area and the middle of the banquet hall was a very white and clean young man. His face and hands were very clean, unlike the strong man in front of him, who was burly, with a full face of beard and arms full of good-looking men.

More importantly, the strong man's eyes glanced at him from time to time, and there was a fierce light in his eyes. When he saw Jason and Tyrion coming over, a hand had slowly reached into his arms. "Be careful!"

Jason growled. The moment the strong man took out the gun from his arms, he pushed Tyrion away and rolled to the deck on the side.

Tyrion was indeed an experienced agent. Just now, he was still angry when Jason rudely pushed him away. When he leaned to one side and noticed the strong man pulling out the gun, he pulled out a short knife from his arms and threw it out directly. The short knife was thrust into the strong man's throat. At the same time, he rolled over on the ground, climbed up, rushed to the strong man, pulled out the short knife, and made another strike in his chest.

"What's going on?"

Seeing the strong man lying on the ground and unable to move, Jason hurried over and saw Tyrion taking out a short pistol with European pistol from the muscular man's arms. He whispered, "The guards have all been changed. It seems that the horse gang has noticed us. Let's go. There's still time!"

The guards had been replaced, but there was no increase in the number of people. It proved that the horse gang had just woken up and had not launched any real action against them yet.

Tyrion estimated that only when what happened in the monitoring room was revealed, would the Ma Hui be really alert.

"No, that's not right."

However, he heard Jason's voice struggling.

"This man's appearance is different from the photos on his certificate, and his clothes don't fit him well. I don't think Ma Hannah will change the security guard, but these security guards have been replaced..." Jason took out the blood-stained certificate from the strong man's suit pocket. The certificate was clearly the same as the white-faced security guard Jason had seen before. The suit on his body showed his arms and legs, and his hairy skin was exposed to the two people's eyes.

"Broke?" Tyrion looked at Jason unbelievably and asked, "You mean..."

"There's someone staring at this ship. We have to leave as soon as possible, and also inform Selina and others so that we can deal with it in advance."

Jason said and looked around. He found that the deck should have been patrolled by the security guards, but now there was only the corpse of the fake security guard in front of him. He could also hear the music from the back, which proved that the dance party in the garden was still going on, and Ma Hui didn't notice what was going on here.

After Jason said his inference, Tyrion's face changed again.

He was not surprised by the fact that there was someone who dared to hit the yacht. Instead, he was shocked by Jason's keen observation and calmness in the face of danger. He quickly made an accurate judgment on the spot and felt a sense of shock.

"What do you mean? I don't have a phone number. If I want to inform Selina, I have to go back now. But we can't wait for the ship below. If we don't arrive at the appointed time, the ship will still drive away on its own and won't wait for us at all!"

Almost subconsciously, Tyrion began to put hope on Jason.

"Where is the ship?" Jason asked.

" cabin, it's a cargo bay. It came here with red wine and champagne an hour ago. The boss of the ship is one of ours. He agreed to go on board in four minutes. If we don't see him when he arrives, it will prove that there is something wrong with the task. He will leave first and let the people on the island get ready for emergency equipment." Tyrion whispered.

"This is the only boat, right?" Jason asked.

"Yes." Tyrion nodded.

"What's the boss' name?"

"Ray is also called Rat..."

Tyrion suddenly looked up at Jason and said, "Do you want to find him in the cabin by yourself?"

"Or what?" Jason frowned and said, "Why don't I give you the painting? You take the painting and leave. I will go to inform Selina."

Tyrion was stunned. As a professional spy who was responsible for collecting overseas antiques, he naturally knew the significance and value of the "Obode of History" in Jason's hands. How many lives could not be exchanged for it!

Moreover, the reason why he, Selina, and the others showed up here tonight was to protect the painting.

"It's my duty!"

The most important thing was that no matter who went back to inform Selina, it was doomed that they had no time to get out of here by shipping a cargo ship. Although Jason was a little clever, it was a very risky thing for him to escape safely after getting the evidence of the Matron Conglomerate's transaction under such a complicated situation.

After all, he and Hong Xinjie were old teammates. When they did things, they cooperated with each other, so that the success rate of the task would be higher.

Thinking of this, Guo Tianshen took a deep breath, put his hand on Jason's shoulder and said, "I'll leave the painting to you. I'll go back and inform Selina. After all, we're more familiar with the situation on the ship than you are. Go find the rat and let him take you away. I hope that we'll have a chance to drink together when we return to Gavila."

Jason's mouth twitched as he heard that.

Damn it, I spent three billion yuan on this picture. What do you mean by giving it to me?

However, seeing Tyrion's resolute and dignified expression, Jason nodded. He raised his hand and patted the back of his hand on his shoulder, saying, "Don't worry, even if the task assigned to me is smashed to pieces and spilled blood, I will definitely bring back the cultural relics that belongs to us. I promise that I will not disappoint the mission and I will go to the land safely!"

Jason's words almost made Tyrion cry with joy. He always thought that Jason spent 3 billion yuan for the painting, and he was afraid that Jason would be obsessed with money and really run away with it. However, judging from Jason's righteous statement just now, this guy's mind was still very high, and he even wanted to develop him into a team!