By the time I had demolished half of the pagoda, the sun had reached my head.
Next, I saw a scene that changed my understanding of the world.
Many large boxes of unknown materials were taken to the pit and opened in front of me.
After iris inspection and fingerprint recognition, the big box was opened and countless items were taken out one after another.
A solid gold cigar box inlaid with starry sapphires lay flat on the folding alloy long table.
A special lighter with Napoleon's royal emblem was placed.
A teapot with the unique coat of arms of William I of the Hohenzollern family is placed next to the cigar box.
The Qianlong royal enamel gold-bottomed bowls inlaid with gold rims were carefully taken out and placed neatly.
Pure water was poured into a special alloy bucket and boiled. Tea cubes from an 800-year-old tree in China and Iceland were thrown into William I's teapot. When the sweet and fragrant tea smell came out, it was immediately poured into Qianlong's imperial bowl.
Seeing these antiques worth tens of thousands of dollars made my heart agitate.
I have not come into contact with many foreign cultural relics, but I have torn through thousands of various books. ap.
I am very familiar with the European royal utensils and the paintings of various famous European artists.
These royal utensils cannot be bought with money.
The cultural relics that should have been placed in the most conspicuous position in the museum were used by this old Hebrew man as daily necessities!
How good is this old man?
The Tianliao Museum is the only one in China that has a pastel gold-bottomed bowl used by Emperor Qianlong.
That's right!
There is only one in China!
The craftsmanship of this thing is very complicated and consumes a lot of money. Even Qianlong didn't burn a few.
What the fuck——
How can it be! ! !
This tureen can't even afford the old blog!
Where did this old man come from?
Who is this old Hebrew man?
While I was digging at the pagoda, something even more shocking happened before my eyes.
A few more boxes were opened, the satellite pot lid was set up, the satellite phone was connected, the satellite network was connected, and the old man crossed his legs and faced the laptop to make a video call.
At this time, the old man used a special language again.
The oldest Hebrew!
While chatting with the other party, the old man played with a gold-plated revolver with an ivory handle.
Glancing over it inadvertently, I was so frightened that I almost dropped my digging tools.
Babylon!
The last emperor!
Lao Sa!
In my mind, I have determined that this old man is definitely not a master of archeology.
A true master of archeology will never turn a blind eye to a pagoda, let alone fail to recognize it.
At this moment, I suddenly thought of what the mysterious man Lan Dafu said to me.
This world is huge!
Some families have long since jumped out of the Three Realms and are no longer in the Five Elements.
When the old man finished the video chat, he stood up immediately, threw the cigar on the table, took a mouthful of several hundred dollars worth of Iceland and poured it into his mouth, gargled it twice, spit it out on the ground, and walked away.
As soon as the old man left, the white men immediately came up to pack up the things and pack them into boxes.
I saw another amazing scene.
The cigars left by the old man were picked up and packed, the tea spit out by the old man was smoothed, and the phlegm spit by the old man was collected and wrapped.
Wherever the old man left his fingerprints, even a single hair was picked up.
At this time, I was shocked to the point of numbness.
Next, under the supervision of the white men, Cheng Feng and I spent three hours digging open the pagoda and taking out the stupa and a bunch of funerary objects.
In front of Baipi, I wanted to open the stupa but Baipi stopped me.
Then I was escorted back to the ground by Bai Pi, got on the Hummer and drove away.
Holding the stupa in his hand, it took him four hours of jolting to get to the place under the indifferent gaze of the white-skinned people.
This is a special base!
I quickly got out of the car and scanned the whole place. I was even more frightened.
This is not a big base...
There are actually two Wuzhi!
Not Apache!
It's Vixix!
The most advanced Wuzhi in the world at present!
Mount 16 missiles and 62 cannon ammunition!
There are actually two fucking quadruple anti-aircraft missiles placed on the left and right sides of the base!
After getting off the bus, Cheng Feng and I were escorted to an ordinary tent in the south.
"I like here!"
When Cheng Feng and I were the only ones left in the tent, Cheng Feng muttered to me: "There are many masters." "How high?"
"They. Do not belong to Delta and Sealzi."
"Three seals can't beat one of them!"
Cheng Feng's eyes slowly opened as he breathed, revealing beast-like fluorescence: "I want to fight!"
"The smell of blood is so delicious!"
I couldn't help but sneered and wanted to strike, but Cheng Feng gently said the next sentence: "Eight years of silence, and the blood is still not cold!"
The corner of my mouth twitched fiercely: "Then I go back alone?"
Cheng Feng glanced at me blankly, and the sharp, violent and cold look in his eyes made my hair stand on end.
"never mind!"
A few seconds later, Cheng Feng suppressed all murderous intentions and returned to his original state of laziness and slowness. He sat down obediently and transformed back into his own character.
At this moment, I saw directly from Cheng Feng the sadness of the end of a hero!
No one came in for the rest of the time. I stayed in the tent and was so hungry that I could only drink water to satisfy my hunger.
Until nine o'clock in the evening, the sound of huge helicopter blades caused wind and waves to blow up the tent, waking me up from my deep sleep.
When I opened my eyes and looked around, I was stunned again.
He rubbed his eyelids hard with both hands and looked carefully, his mouth was suddenly filled with wind and sand.
Chinook!
Is this kind of plane coming too?
And two Apache Wuzhi escorts?
What is the origin of that old Hebrew man?
I have seen Chinook helicopters. In the mid-1970s, Annan captured one and gave it to China. It was in perfect condition and could fly with fuel.
It's just that Qiongqi Shenzhou's entire nation has not been able to reverse engineer this Chinook.
Seeing that the small base was filled with four Wuzhi and one Chinook, I slowly turned my head and said to Cheng Feng: "I know why you want to stay."
