There is no doubt that under Zhang Cheng's intentional stimulation, this conversation about the fake father and son finally broke up.

Chen Song came with expectation and hope, but left with pain and despair.

Because in his eyes, his son has become the same as his ex-wife, the kind of evil person who will do whatever it takes to achieve his ends, not what he has always fantasized about in his mind.

Not long after the old man, who was full of decadence, left the captain's room, Mansha poked half of her head out of the next door with her laptop in her arms and asked curiously, "Are you done talking?"

"Of course! I've got the information I wanted. Zhang Cheng pursed the corners of his mouth, revealing an undisguised playfulness in his tone.

Obviously, by constantly using language to stimulate the most sensitive nerves, he managed to read that interesting life experience from the memory of the other person's brain.

I have to say that this wonderful couple was completely like a dry fire, firmly attracted by each other's unique temperament, ignoring the huge differences in personality, and as a result, when the passion began to subside, the conflict came as scheduled.

After all, there is an irreconcilable contradiction between a man who advocates a free life and an ambitious strong woman who is eager to realize her self-worth.

But what's really interesting is that they haven't gone through the divorce process yet......

"Hey, your smile seems a little weird?" Mansha shuddered with an indescribable strange feeling.

"Weird? Huh! You don't understand how interesting this thing is. Okay, that's all for now, tell me, have you decoded the second half of the mural?" Zhang Cheng looked at the laptop screen.

It is not an "antique" produced in 2004, but a miniature supercomputer developed by S.H.I.E.L.D. for field agents, which has many very useful and powerful features, and as long as there is a corresponding reference, it can quickly decipher completely unfamiliar words and pictures.

"Yes, it's all done!" Mansha explained, quickly placing her laptop on the table and pointing to the document on the screen, "Do you see these circular symbols that appear the most often? It represents the sun god in Inca mythology, and the missing part below represents the emperor of the Inca Empire." According to them, the Emperor is a direct descendant of the sun god Inti, so when the emperor dies, both his soul and body will return to the embrace of the sun. ”

"Sounds a bit like Egyptian mythology, doesn't it?" Zhang Cheng said to himself, touching his chin.

"The first half is a little bit similar, yes, but the second half is different. The Egyptian pharaohs believed that their death was temporary and that they would one day be resurrected by the gods, so they built pyramids to protect their remains. But the emperors of Inca mythology are not resurrected. On the contrary, they will return to the arms of God through a ritual. The City of Gold is the legendary transit point to the eternal kingdom of the sun god Inti, where the souls of every emperor will live until the appointed date arrives. Mansha explained with a little excitement.

After Zhang Cheng heard these interesting details, he immediately asked, "What do you mean by the appointed day? Who is the owner of the Golden City?"

"The Day of Promise refers to the mythical promise of the sun god to take away all his direct bloodlines and enjoy eternal life and glory in his kingdom. As for the owner of the Golden City, it is not mentioned in the mural, but I think it should be the ancestral goddess Bachue. Oh, by the way, I also found an interesting little thing in the process of reading, I believe you should be interested. ”

As she spoke, Mansha quickly swiped the screen to the bottom, revealing a row of patterns made up of a dozen or so strange animal pictograms.

"What is this?" said Zhang Cheng's face with an interested expression.

Mansha replied with a smug smile, "I think it should be a spell." Notice these animal-like symbols? If you try to simulate the sounds of the corresponding animals, you will soon feel an indescribable energy resonance. I'm not an expert on this, though, you are. ”

"Spell?!" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise, and without saying a word, he immediately began to simulate the call of the first jaguar, constantly adjusting the tone and volume of the voice.

It didn't take long for him to find a relatively stable equilibrium.

This was followed by the second, third, and fourth......

When the last one had been deciphered, and the entire incantation had been uttered in its entirety, a golden light suddenly shone through the window onto the wall of the captain's quarters, revealing one or two points of light.

One of them was the size of a fist, while the other was slightly smaller, the size of a walnut.

"This ...... It's!!" Mansa exclaimed excitedly.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be positioning magic. One of them is constantly moving, which should represent where we are now, and the other represents the location of the key to unlocking the Golden City. Turn the ship's bow around, and it's time to end the long and uninteresting search. Zhang Cheng gave the answer without thinking.

As the order was conveyed, the fleet immediately adjusted its direction and moved at full speed in the southwest direction, arriving at the designated position in about two hours, and began to lower the dive camera to observe the surrounding seabed.

As it turned out, his reasoning was not wrong at all.

Just over 3,640 meters below the dock was a large galleon that had broken into two sections from the middle, and its bow was like a female figure wearing a crown and bathing in flames.

You don't have to ask to know that this must be the legendary Queen of Fire.

Without any hesitation!

The two salvage boats lowered their booms and trawls directly to scoop up the scattered cargo from the deep sea one by one.

Before it got dark, a golden mural covered with a thick layer of seaweed and shellfish was sent to Zhang Cheng.

Despite centuries of baptism and erosion by the sea, the mural still shows no signs of rust and oxidation.

It was half a meter wide and a meter long, almost as thick as a little finger, and there were even a small number of stone chips stuck to the back, which looked like it had been pryed off the wall.

The Spanish colonists did not seem to realize the true value of the gold fresco, and merely regarded it as a work of art, ready to be shipped back to the royal family for collection.

Gently stroking the raised part of the mural's surface, Zhang Cheng felt a powerful force, a positive energy as warm and hot as the sun.

After a full minute, he nodded in satisfaction and praised, "Well done! The rest of the salvage work will be left to you, and I need to return to New York now to deal with some very important matters." ”

"No problem, but I want to know what you are going to do with the gold, silver and jewelry that were salvaged from the ship? If it is subject to legal procedures, it is likely to lead to an international lawsuit, which is quite troublesome. Jaeg asked cautiously.

"Don't worry, just ship it back to New York, I'm not degenerate enough to let a second-rate European country snatch what belongs to me......"