Chapter 1137 Mustang (1/2)

Looking at the cars in the warehouse, Hans could not help shaking his head.

Li Du smiled and said, ”Take a good look. What's wrong with these cars?”

”What's wrong?” Hans looked at the cars, wondering.

Li Du went to pat the doors and body of one car and said, ”They are refitted!”

Hans nodded. ”Yes, I can see that, but what about them being refitted?”

Li Du said, ”Who would bother to try and smuggle old refitted cars or abandoned

vehicles?”

Hans looked at him with a start. ”There is something about the car! What's hidden in it?”

Some scattered treasure hunters heard the discussion and gathered around again.

Someone said sadly, ”Yeah, why didn't I think of that?”

”What use would it be to think of it? How much did this warehouse cost?”

”No wonder George bid against him for the warehouse. Apparently, George saw it, too!”

Hans waved excitedly and said to Godzilla, ”Go, go, get the car out.”

There was a key in the car, but it would not start.

After staying put for such a long time, the battery in the car had run out. Driver looked

up, shook his head and said, ”The engine won't start. Some parts of it have rusted.”

”Push it out,” said Godzilla.

Driver shrugged. ”You do it.”

He went aside and crouched, watching the other men at his ease.

”Hey, Big Li, you employed someone who doesn't pull his weight,” a treasure hunter

said disapprovingly.

Li Du smiled. He did not mind, and went up to help Godzilla, Big Quinn, and the others

to push the car out. They released the handbrake and hauled the car out bit by bit.

They pushed the car into an open space and, using wrenches and axes, began to

disassemble it, looking for things that might be hidden inside.

The Anthony father and son heard it. They were interested in the warehouse, but Li Du

bid too high and it was too risky, so they gave up.

The car was an old Ford Mustang, a very common model. Although this was a vintage

car, because of the huge circulation the stock was still huge, so it was not valuable in

itself.

Godzilla took apart the toolbox and Big Quinn took apart the fuel tank. There was

nothing remarkable about it except that the car's fuel tank had been enlarged several

sizes.

Such modifications were common in the United States. Ford Mustang, Ford Raptor, and

many other models were gas-guzzlers. The owners often enlarged the fuel tanks.

Hans went through the interior of the car, again without finding anything, and judging by

the marks left on the interior, whatever had been hidden in the car once was removed.

When he found nothing, the treasure hunters couldn't hold back their laughter. They put

their heads together, whispering and smirking, and some gloated openly.

”This is an old car. What value can it have?”

”A hundred thousand dollars for a warehouse, to gain a bunch of scrap metal cars!”

”I said this warehouse was worthless, ha! Fortunately, I did not bid on it.”

”You are talking as if you have money. How could you compete with Big Li?”

”Big Li? You talk about him as if he were a god. As it turns out, not everyone can be

called Treasure hunter tycoon.”

It was Conrad who made the last comment. His father elbowed him and frowned. ”Don't

talk nonsense, Conrad.”

Though he outwardly rebuked his son, George Anthony actually looked very pleased.