Su Wen turned the handle.

Accompanied by the loud "buzzing" sound when the Harley motorcycle engine starts.

Strong power also burst out instantly.

perhaps.

Riding a motorcycle and driving a racing car are two completely different feelings.

Su Wen thought of the broken bicycle he had leaning against the door of his old house.

perhaps.

Two-wheeled vehicles without external metal frame protection give people a more free feeling.

Angelia was sitting in the back seat of the car.

Do not know why.

She feels more of the same now.

The roads in Moscow are somewhat similar to Primorye, they are wide and straight.

The buildings on both sides are beautifully decorated with colored lights, forming an endless sea of ​​lights together with street lights and car lights.

It seems that all metropolises look alike at night, they are all gorgeous worlds made up of lights. Against the backdrop of darkness, they shine even brighter than during the day.

Not far away is the Moskva River, a secondary tributary of the Vogar River.

Like Michelangelo's oil painting brush, which is full of brilliant colors, sometimes it is smart, sometimes it is thick, and it dyes this prosperous city endlessly.

at this time.

The moonlight in the north of Moscow shines bright but clear light in the distant star orbit distance.

It’s different from yesterday’s heavy rain.

There are no dark clouds today.

But even so, a lot of the accumulated water left yesterday is still there.

When the motorcycle drives through the waterway, you can feel the crystal light spots splashing in the air reflecting the bustling Moscow in the distance.

Twenty minutes later.

They came to the Arbat Art Street in Moscow.

Arbat Street is a famous pedestrian street in the center of Moscow.

Originated in the 15th century, about 1 km, close to the Moskva River, one of the oldest existing streets in Moscow.

Foster said through the communication line in the helmet:

"Arbat Street was once a paradise for artists and painters, and many antique buildings are preserved.

so.

This is also where many artworks are traded privately.”

at the same time.

Angelia also saw many scholars wearing winter clothes walking aimlessly through the shops.

"It seems that their action speed is not slow either."

Su Wen thought calmly.

Fortunately, Aurora is backed by the European Union, which is also a world-class organization.

otherwise.

Just relying on myself, a stranger, it would be difficult to dig out clues when the pilgrimage day comes.

Three people drove motorcycles past the scholars.

Thirteen minutes later.

They stopped in front of a small coffee shop in a dark alley of Moscow.

Then several people knocked on the door.

The door is locked.

Only a curly-haired man wearing glasses opened a crack in the door and asked them:

"What are you here for?"

Mr. Foster took off his helmet, and then said with great skill:

"Bring me a gold dinar coin, I want the real thing."

"The dinar is gone.

Only France's first edition of the livre gold coin remains.

Of course, if you want a fake, I can mint a dinar for you on the spot."

"Can I also customize the avatar on the back?"

"I can customize a Beethoven taking a bath for you."

The curly-haired man leaned behind the counter and said with a smile.

then.

He unlocked the door.

Foster gave him a bear hug and said with a smile:

"Simpson, that was not the code last time.

If you let those music artists know, they will have to send you to the police station."

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