Good night, Mr. Pei

Chapter 393 Las Vegas Risky

Over the years, he has occasionally used this software.

There are not only a lot of top-secret information in it, but also some confidential emails between him and the troops.

Its security is of the highest level.

Even Fu Zikang couldn't use this software.

Only he himself can log in and enable it.

Soon, Pei Moyan pulled out the internal structure diagram of the Las Vegas auction house.

The Las Vegas auction house covers a large area, because gambling is legal in Las Vegas, so there are casinos, hotels and some entertainment venues on it.

Underground is the auction house.

Not everyone can go in. Those who enter the auction house are either members, or they have a letter of introduction from a member, which is a disguised letter of guarantee.

Getting one or two members is a trivial matter, and he didn't even need to ask Fu Zikang for confirmation.

"There's only one entrance and exit, and it's so small?" Pei Moyan stared at the structural diagram, lost in thought.

It is impossible for an underground auction house with such a large area to have only one entrance and exit.

It was already early the next morning when they arrived in Las Vegas.

Pei Moyan and Fu Zikang went straight to Las Vegas and opened a presidential suite in the hotel above the auction house.

into the night.

Pei Moyan and Fu Zikang sneaked into the auction house as members.

Pei Moyan was wearing a custom-made black suit, a black knee-length windbreaker on his shoulders, and a pair of leather gloves on his hands.

With a lighted cigar in his fingertips, he paced the auction house unhurriedly, observing the environment and pattern inside without any trace.

Fu Zikang followed behind him very respectfully, holding a silver safe in his hand.

They walked around, pretending to be newcomers.

In fact, there is no need to pretend, they are indeed just here, but they have to pretend, otherwise they are too calm and steady.

Even if they have lingering fears, they are used to not showing their emotions, and their faces are calm.

So, they have to pretend.

The underground auction house was decorated with splendor, and Pei Moyan's cell phone rang.

He found the nameplate with his and Fu Zikang's names on it, sat down, crossed his slender legs, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, put the cigar in his mouth, and the smoke curled up.

Pei Moyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and took out his phone.

【it is good. 】

There was only one word, and it was a text message from Ai Xiangnuan to him.

An hour ago, he walked out of the Las Vegas airport and sent Ai Xiangnuan a text message.

【arrived safely. 】

The auction was scheduled to start at eight o'clock, and it was not until eight o'clock that everyone got the list of today's auction items, and suddenly found that there was no Song Shao'ang!

"Damn it, I got dumped!" Fu Zikang said.

At the same time, Pei Moyan's gaze quickly swept around, "Be careful, let's go first!"

Back in the hotel suite, when the door was opened, Pei Moyan and Fu Zikang were both stunned.

They concluded that someone had visited their room during their absence and even touched their belongings.

Pei Moyan opened his suitcase, and everything was neatly arranged, but he concluded that the other party had touched it, because the laptop strap inside was not the way he put it.

Pei Moyan squatted down and quickly checked his luggage.

Fu Zikang checked his own luggage.

"The other party is not for money!" Fu Zikang said, "There is no shortage of cash and valuables inside."

When they came to Las Vegas this time, in order to prevent emergencies, the funds were dispersed.

Some of them are in the safe, and only small denominations are in the suitcase, most of them are in the bank card.

(End of this chapter)