Power of Money novel 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.