"I'm not here to catch up, Wang Xingguo, if we do it together, we can still be very good friends." Chen Badai said coldly.

"Together?" Wang Xingguo didn't expect Chen Badai to say such a thing.

"That scepter is there, we find it, give it to Mr. Min and Dick, get the money that belongs to us, you can go and marry Xia Ruobing, and I can live the life I want."

Wang Xingguo didn't know how to answer, and after a while, he said, "Do you know why I came?" ”

"The last wishes of Xia Ruobing's parents, the secret of the ancient kingdom of Loulan, as the son-in-law of the Xia family, you have an unshirkable responsibility."

"You know we're engaged,......" Wang Xingguo was a little embarrassed, but he wanted to say that another important reason why he came was to hope to redeem his friendship for many years.

"Wang Xingguo, you have your pursuits, I have my ideas, I want to get the scepter to prove that I am not worse than you, to live the life of a rich man, you can come with me, or you can leave me alone." Chen Badai continued to say coldly.

"Mr. Min and Dick are both cultural relics brokers, bare, you should understand," Wang Xingguo asked with difficulty......

"I don't care, I just care if someone calls me a poor ghost, and I don't want to hide around if I can't pay the rent."

"You've changed."

"Ever since you had Xia Ruobing, have you heard a word from me?" Chen Badai snorted, "You still have a chance now, you help me get the scepter, Wang Xingguo, I'm not you, I didn't marry a Bai Fumei, the pressure of life reminds me all the time, I can't live without money!" ”

Silent, Wang Xingguo didn't know how to talk. After a long while, he asked, "Do you think that if you get the scepter, you will change all this?" ”

"Yes, I won't allow anyone to stand in my way! Wang Xingguo, anyone! ”

"Okay, I'm giving you a chance to compete fairly, Xia Ruobing found a mutton fat jade box in the front cabin of the Poseidon, it is said that it is equipped with a scepter, it is still in that pile of wreckage, Tchaikov is cleaning it up, whether you can get it or not depends on your ability." Wang Xingguo said slowly, "Guangdan'er, do you really want to compete with me?" ”

"If you hadn't come, maybe we could have become good friends, but it's a pity that you didn't cherish the last chance I gave you!" After Chen Badai finished speaking, he lowered his head and started the engine of the kayak, turned around and prepared to return to the Holy Maiden.

"But I still thank you, from today onwards, we are competitors!" Before Chen Badai left, he said, "I will use my strength to prove that I am the best forbidden land hunter!" ”

Chen Badai stepped onto the deck of the Holy Maiden, took out the satellite phone from his pocket, and called Dick: "The Poseidon has collapsed." ”

"Chen Badai, that's how you spent my money?" Dick was very annoyed that Chen Badai and Mr. Min didn't tell him the first time, and Christopher must have known about it at this time.

"Calm down Dick, the scepter is still there."

"How do you know?" Dick was a little surprised.

"In the Poseidon's cargo list, the scepter is contained in a mutton fat jade stone box, and now the stone box is pressed in that pile of wreckage." Chen Badai said very calmly.

"But that belongs to Tchaikov's territory!" Dick reminded.

"Don't worry, I'll get you the scepter, and ...... my way"

……

Early in the morning, the submarine came out of the water to rest for a while, replaced with another group of divers, and continued to dive to clean up the wreckage, Tchaikov and Pandey had not yet gotten up, Captain Roger came to the cockpit, drank a cup of coffee comfortably, put his pipe in his mouth and lit it, and asked casually: "How's the progress?" ”

"As planned." The watchman replied.

"Oh, the weather is so nice." Captain Rogoff looked at the sun just rising, there was no morning glow in the sky, the clear blue sky and the ocean reflected each other, and a little white appeared on the line between the sea and the sky, which meant that today was another calm day.

"Captain, here's the weather forecast." The watchman has to pay attention to the weather every day, and today he received the first forecast from the meteorological station, and he turned to the big screen.

“HAT？！” Rogoff glanced at the cloud map of the weather forecast and took his pipe off his mouth in shock.

Rogev looked at the cloud map carefully again, and confirmed that his eyes were indeed not flowered just now, he grabbed the phone and called Tchaikov's room: "Tchaikov, you have to come to the cockpit immediately." ”

"God, what did the Storm Mother feed it?" Pandey and Tchaikov got to the cockpit, looked at the cloud map on the screen, and sighed.

The original forecast for the storm was about 7 days later, when the forecast was for a medium-sized storm of 10 to 11, but just one day later, the storm suddenly increased and the Met Office adjusted the storm rating to the maximum, which was expected to exceed 13! More crucially, it is still growing about 200 nautical miles from the Devil's Passage to the west, and is rushing towards Tchaikov and others at a speed of 25 kilometers per hour.

"How much time do we have?" Tchaikov asked.

"Depending on the current speed of the storm, there are still 50 hours, maybe less than 48 hours...... Captain Roger replied with a little calculation.

All ships in the ocean had received a storm warning, and the Meteorological Bureau asked all ships to immediately approach the port to take shelter from the storm, and Mr. Min was even more worried when he learned that the storm was accelerating.

"Don't worry, Mr. Min, if we can't get it, neither can Tchaikov." Chen Badai was very calm.

"The storm was enough to tip all the wreckage to the bottom of the ocean." Mr. Min was anxious, "But those damned undersea hunters are still looking for vulgar gold and silver treasures on the seabed!" ”

"Mr. Min, didn't Tchaikov want to be a hyena? Now we're hyenas. Chen Badai seems to be confident.

"What do you mean?" Mr. Min was a little puzzled.

"They don't go, we don't go, they go, we go, we go." Chen Badai said with a smile.

"Tchaikov, I can give you a maximum of 30 hours." Captain Rogev and the Meteorological Department reconfirmed the size and speed of the storm,said Zhengse to Tchaikov.

"Didn't you say there were 48 hours left?" Tchaikov wondered.

"The storm is now traveling at 30 kilometers per hour, the wind force in the center is 16, and the wind force on its outer edge has exceeded 11, and the tonnage of the Tchaikov, Princess Sirapel can withstand a storm of 12 at most! Don't wait for the central wind to arrive, we're already sinking! Captain Roger explained.

"Well, 40 hours, can it be more?" Tchaikov was a little helpless.

Roger spread his hands: "Then it's just a matter of asking the storm." ”