Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 1223 - 621: A New Discovery That Impacts the History of World Archaeology?

Chapter 1223: Chapter 621: A New Discovery That Impacts the History of World Archaeology?

Seven or eight years ago, Sean Knight had received eighteen years of traditional Chinese education and was a fine young man. He wasn’t exactly gentle, respectful, frugal, and compliant, but at least he possessed the virtues of kindness, bravery, and hard work.

When encountering those damned roadblockers, his first thought would have been to reason with others. If the other party didn’t listen, then his first impulse would have been to call the police or something like that, and if all else failed, he would just avoid them and walk away.

Couldn’t he simply avoid those he could not provoke?

But since he went to New York, he had been forced to adapt to the rules of the dark forest and the survival of the fittest.

So, although it was a case of dog-eat-dog since he had stolen the cultural relics that those people had looted, facing these guys with guns, Sean Knight ordered to open fire without feeling a shred of guilt.

Trash like them shouldn’t even be alive in this world!

Once they chose this profession, they should be prepared to accept this fate!

Sean Knight himself was prepared for this—in the event that one day he was ambushed by others, then he would just have to accept his fate.

The white persons who were still waiting on the roadside for the pickup truck to arrive were suddenly shot at and hardly had any time to react before they just fell down.

Sean Knight even heard his team members complaining to each other:

"Your shot didn’t hit a vital spot!"

"I was afraid of killing him outright. What if the boss needs a confession later? Anyway, I broke his arm; he can’t use his gun anymore. That’s enough, isn’t it, since he’s not a threat?"

"Damn it, you’re overthinking it!"

These team members had basically divided the labor before shooting, so within less than a minute, no one was standing in that area.

Only one, who had quick reactions, didn’t get hit in a vital spot in the first volley and managed to fire back a shot.

The crisp gunshot sounded far away, and Sean Knight knew he would need to hurry and clean up the situation later!

"Whose target was it? How did you let the opponent shoot?" Elijah Hastings roared, "Hurry up, ensure the threat is neutralized!"

The team members rushed forward with their guns, and during the melee, Sean Knight saw Elijah kicking one of the team members to the ground:

"Damn it, don’t you know to keep in line with everyone? What if there’s a misfire?"

Well, even among elites, there are those who screw up.

Sean Knight and the team members arrived in front of the opponent’s pickup truck and found that most of the white persons were no longer breathing. Only three were still moving; one had been hit in an artery, blood was still spurting out, and although the person was still moving, it was clear that he wouldn’t survive.

To Sean Knight’s surprise and delight, the leader named Ronald Stone, or now Rowe, was still alive.

He had been shot in the right side of his abdomen; he was now pressing on the wound and leaning against the pickup truck’s tires, his face deathly pale.

Seeing Sean Knight and the others approach, Rowe gave a bitter smile and said,

"I knew it was you... It had to be you, right?"

"Cut the crap; tell me something useful instead," Sean Knight squatted down, facing Rowe and said:

"You don’t have much time left."

"Can you still let me live?" Rowe’s eyes lit up for a moment before he shook his head slightly.

"If the intelligence you provide is valuable, I might consider not giving you a finishing shot. As for what happens after we leave, I make no guarantees."

Sean Knight’s frankness surprised Rowe a bit.

But regardless, there was still a glimmer of hope for life.

He thought quickly and immediately said,

"I still have several tens of thousands of dollars in my account..."

Sean Knight shook his head and said, "If you’re trying to buy time, I’m afraid I don’t have the patience to waste."

"Let me think..." Rowe understood his ploy was futile and immediately waved his hand in protest, his movement so intense it caused a stream of blood to spurt from his wound, making him grimace in pain.

The other team members were dragging bodies into the forest, and all the guns were being collected together. Elijah shouted to a team member who was fiddling with the captured guns,

"Stop toying with that crappy gun. We don’t want these guns. Check inside the truck to see if there’s anything valuable there..."

Rowe finally spoke up,

"I was working for the Daveler Family..."

"Are you trying to threaten me?" Sean Knight truly hadn’t heard of this Daveler Family before.

"No, no, no," Rowe hastily shook his head, "That’s not what I meant. The Daveler Family has close ties with auction houses like Poly, Jiade, Sotheby’s, and others.

They hire people to get cultural relics from around the world by various means, then launder them and hand them over to these auction houses to auction off, earning a huge fortune..."

"What does that have to do with you? Get to the point."

Sean Knight was primarily concerned that the sound of the gunshots had caught the attention of citizens in the small town. If people started coming their way, it would complicate matters for him.

By then, their pickup truck had also arrived, and some team members had started transferring items from the captured truck onto their own.

Meanwhile, the bodies had been cleared into the forest, and the remaining two surviving individuals were also carried over—as for their fate, Sean Knight didn’t bother to concern himself.

All he wanted was solid intelligence from Rowe’s mouth.

"I know the Daveler Family has several large warehouses located around the world. These warehouses store antiques they’ve acquired from all over the world that haven’t yet been appraised and auctioned."

"Location," Sean Knight raised his eyebrows, which really was valuable intelligence.

"I don’t know the locations," Rowe smiled bitterly.

"Are you kidding me?" Sean Knight pulled out his pistol.

"No, no, no..." Rowe hurriedly explained, "I don’t know, but I know who does! I was just a runner; how could the Daveler Family let me know such sensitive information... cough, cough..."