It turned out that someone was robbing the hotel.
The hotel owner and the robbers exchanged shots, resulting in the death of the hotel owner and two robbers, and one robber escaped.
I finally understood why the hotel owner had such a bad temper. Zhang Jing would have gone crazy because he was under too much pressure every day.
No matter what other people do, go back to bed and sleep until dawn.
The next morning, the sun rose.
Zhang Jing drove to Chattanooga, located in the northern suburbs of Laredo.
Chattanooga is an open park with an area of about 19 square kilometers. It has been preserved for historical reasons. There are some abandoned old buildings inside. The rest of the park is no different from the wild.
Dotted with a few sporadically growing cactus trees, it looks very wild and feels suitable for playing chicken.
The point is that there is no signal here, probably because it is a border area.
After briefly looking at the entrance for a minute, Zhang Jing decided to drive around the park first, maybe he could trigger the treasure hunt system prompts.
Just as he was about to do so, a black pickup truck drove towards him.
With 20-meter metal visibility, I saw two people in the car, both of whom were armed with guns, a revolver and an Uzi.
"What are you doing here?" The middle-aged man in the passenger seat, both of whom are Hispanic, asked Zhang Jing.
Noticing that the other party was pressing the muzzle of the gun against the inside of the car door while speaking, Zhang Jing said calmly, "I am a tourist, and the navigation shows that there is a park here."
"There's nothing to see here," the middle-aged Hispanic man said with a fierce expression, "Get out of here."
Zhang Jing did not stand firm, got in the car and left, detouring around Chattanooga Park as planned.
The drive was boring and the scenery was the same.
Until he was on the west side of the park, in the direction of the border wall, only about one kilometer away from the border wall, Zhang Jing discovered a tunnel 20 meters underground.
No tunnels can be seen, but they are analyzed through metal structural supports and wire directions.
This makes Zhang Jing worried. If there is something good, has it been poached by others?
Before Zhang Jing could think more, a police car drove over with its lights flashing and sirens blaring several times.
The two black security police officers got out of the car and put their hands on their holsters and asked Zhang Jing warily, "Why are you here?"
"I'm a tourist," Zhang Jing explained, "The navigation shows this is a park."
"The left side of the road is the park, and the right side is the border area, which is not open to ordinary people."
Zhang Jing nodded.
Another fatter African-American security police officer then asked, "Give me your driving license."
"It's in the compartment in the passenger seat," Zhang Jing said, not wanting to cause misunderstanding or be shot to death randomly, "you can take it yourself."
"Do you have any weapons on you?" the fat African security police officer asked.
While talking, the two African-American security policemen kept their hands on their gun holsters and could pull them out to shoot.
"Not on me," Zhang Jing shook his head, "Not in the car either."
Then comes the pat-down.
After confirming that Zhang Jing had no weapons, the security police took the driving license from the car. ..??r/>
"We need to look up your information, please wait here."
Zhang Jing nodded.
The two security police officers left, returned to the police car, and looked for Zhang Jing's identity information through his driving license.
After waiting for about five minutes, two African-American security police officers found out Zhang Jing’s identity. He was not a fugitive and the car was purchased legally.
"You can leave," the African-American security police officer reminded Zhang Jing after returning his driver's license. "There are no fun places around here. Go to San Antonio or Houston."
Zhang Jing said perfunctorily, "The scenery nearby is nice, I plan to see more."
The two African-American security police officers got in the car and left without saying anything.
It was obvious that these two African-American security policemen did not know that there was a smuggling passage 20 meters below their feet.
Zhang Jing doesn't care about smuggling channels either.
I don’t know why the ancestor of the Xu family thought that the Confederate Army treasures would be in "Gettysburg" and "Chattanooga". What he had to do was to look carefully.
Look for it again.
Of course, there is no need to dig 30 meters into the ground, nor 50 meters into the ground. Just use the 20-meter metal visual search circle.
After completing the circuit, Zhang Jing drove back to the entrance of Chattanooga Park and entered the park along the only dirt road that had been driven by cars.
There is a large area of ancient buildings deep in the park, built of yellow stone and gray bricks.
Because it took so long to be built, it was already in dilapidated condition due to exposure to wind and sun.
Unexpectedly, but logically, the smuggling tunnels also pass under large abandoned buildings.
Just as Zhang Jing was looking around, the two middle-aged Hispanics he met before appeared again and walked out of a house.
The house where they were hiding was more than 20 meters away, and Zhang Jing did not notice it in advance.
Seeing the fierce eyes and nimble movements of the two Latinos approaching, Zhang Jing knew in his heart that they might not let him go.
There's no reason, it's just an instinctive feeling in my heart.
It would be better to kill a thousand people by mistake than to kill yourself. When the opponent walked into the 20-meter metal visual range, a 911 silencer pistol appeared in Zhang Jing's hand.
He fired continuously and killed the two men with bad intentions first.
Because the opponent was not wearing a bulletproof vest, Zhang Jing chose the chest as the point of impact.
Large area, easy to hit.
The truth is that both of them were shot in the heart. They had guns with them, but they didn't have time to draw them to resist.
Drag the corpse into the abandoned house, where there are some simple living items.
On the surface, it seemed that the two deceased were just wandering here, but Zhang Jing guessed that they might be protecting the underground smuggling channel.
Generally, homeless people go to the city center, where it is more convenient to receive relief.
After collecting the two corpses into the mithril space, Zhang Jing decided to search the large abandoned buildings one by one.
Fortunately, he did so and found a box of gold ingots hidden under the stone floor inside a two-hundred-year-old stone warehouse.
Each gold ingot is about the size of an adult's finger, each about 1 pound, and there are about 200 gold ingots in total.
Next, Zhang Jing did not find any more precious metals, nor did he trigger the treasure hunting system prompt.
This means that he has not yet found the Confederate treasure.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Zhang Jing had just finished sweeping all the abandoned buildings when another car drove up outside.
It was obvious that they were looking for their missing friend.
The 20-meter metal can be seen as confidence. Zhang Jing used the ambush method to easily kill one person and injure another.
When he came to the injured person, Zhang Jing looked at him condescendingly, and he was a Hispanic.
A good man will fight to the end. Zhang Jing raised his gun with his right hand, intending to end the enemy's suffering.
"Wait a minute," the injured man said with a strong desire to survive. "Don't kill me. I'll exchange information for you."
I thought all Hispanics could only speak Spanish, but I didn't expect this one to speak English.
Zhang Jing slowly put down his gun.
"I want you to swear to God," the injured man said with frightened eyes, "that you will not kill me after you get the information."
"God proves," Zhang Jing vowed, "I will not kill anyone after getting the information."
After receiving the promise, the middle-aged Hispanic man was shocked and betrayed: "There is a smuggling channel down here."
"Here?" Zhang Jing looked disappointed, "I know about this."
Worried about annoying Zhang Jing, the injured person spoke quickly, "Because there is a transaction tomorrow, and there are 2 tons in the smuggling channel at the moment."
10 million pounds of precious metals 200 years ago have appreciated about 50 times in value now.
Probably a small target of 5 pounds.
New question, how much is 2 tons worth?
Zhang Jing felt like he was about to bend.
