"I don't think it's as simple as you think." Sweet said.

"Why?"

"We only saw part of this underground palace, even the tip of the iceberg. We haven't even entered the main hall in front of us. "One more thing, these sculptures around us are alive, but I don't know why they are imprisoned, and they can't evict us." ”

"Really!" Everyone looked around, and suddenly they felt uncomfortable, staring at so many moving statues, and it always felt like there was an enemy who had been trying to attack them in the dark.

"So we should take precautions, so we should lift the ban on everyone's souls until we leave this monument." Sweet said.

"Isn't it too tense?"

"If you want to leave safely, let's be tight." Sweet said.

Arthur sat in the SUV, Crick and Jack were too tired to sit in the car and fall asleep, and it might be better to take a break to do things at night.

At this time, Arthur was holding a laptop in his hand, he thought for a long time, and then he typed in a website, the name of this website is very long, and there is even a special code, this is a confidential military website that Arthur knew when he joined the army, this website does not have any military information about the country, and even the recent military operations will not be recorded, but the things recorded on this website require permission, because these things cannot be published to the world at all, which will cause unnecessary panic among the people, such as, Is there really a god in this world? Another example is what is on the back side of the moon, even a photo, but has never dared to make it public, or when the earth will end, but that is not a Mayan prophecy. It's something that is calculated through astrophysics.

The website requires a login, and the login interface is very simple and very old, and it is the web login interface of the late twentieth century. Arthur was an officer with authority when he was in the army, and participated in a worldwide military conference, if it wasn't for the military exercises in Vietnam, the whole arm was crushed and fractured, and then he couldn't train for a long time, he was originally transferred to the archives to work, but Arthur didn't like this job very much, so he resolutely retired, and then became a bounty hunter who lived on the tip of the knife.

Arthur's clearance is low, only B-class, but it's better than nothing. He entered his original account number and password, and he didn't expect to be able to enter the site again.

"What's the last password?" Arthur was trying to remember, and he said to himself, "Well, I remember." ”

He typed out the last letter, then hit enter, much to Arthur's disappointment, and a dialog box popped up that read 'Clearance Lapsed' in English.

He sighed, and suddenly remembered something, or that person could help him, he picked up the phone, thought for a moment that it should be morning in the United States, and then dialed the number of his former instructor.

"Hey, this is Thomson. Who are you looking for? Said on the other end of the phone.

"The instructor is me, Greenhair!" Greenhair is Arthur's code name.

"Yes! It's really rare, what can remind you of me, we have a grudge. Thomson was joking.

"Something to beg you!" Arthur said.

"I knew that I would not be able to think of me if I had nothing to do, and if my life was difficult, should I be helped?"

"No, I wanted to borrow something from you."

"Whatever you want, I can give you everything, well, except for my woman." Thomson said.

"No, no, I just want to borrow your permission account and password!" Arthur said,

Thomson didn't speak for a moment, and after a long time, "I said brother, are you doing military intelligence trading?" ”

"No, you're thinking too much, I still know the consequences of buying and selling information, of course I'm just checking something." Arthur hurriedly explained.

"You checked things, and you found all the permissions?" Thomson didn't seem to believe it.

"It's a bit tricky, I took a bounty task, but I met a group of people, and I always felt that I had seen it in the authority, so I wanted to check it out."

"It's really not a trade in intelligence?" Thomson asked.

"Of course not."

"Well, if the call is from a 'fly'. I won't give it to him if I die. Thomson said that the fly was another comrade who had retired with Arthur, but he didn't know where he had gone.

Hung up the phone, a minute later, Arthur received an encrypted text message, the entire text message is a password, because he is afraid of being stolen, so this is the prescribed password text message, but Arthur knows the decryption method inside, only five minutes to decrypt the account and password, and then delete.

He logged in to the URL again, entered his account password, and clicked enter.

The whole interface is still clean, there is only one search engine, on which Arthur typed in English 'organization, army, ceremony'. Related keywords, and then dozens of related links popped up, all titled 'The name of the army in another world is Caesar.'" There is only one of the dozens of links that can be opened.,Because the others are S-level files.,Only now I'm reading A-level.,I'm glad it's Thomson's account.,If it's your own.,It's estimated that you can only look at the title.。

"Armies with special abilities, which do not belong to any country in the world, do not hinder political activities, do not participate in military wars, do not disturb people's lives, and have activities all over the world, and may be surrounded by someone of their kind, and they will hold grand ceremonies next to various large world tombs." Arthur looked, and then there were only two pictures at the very end of the whole article, one was a photo of a collective ceremony of all people, and the other was more like a big bird with wings.

Arthur frowned, he found that he really shouldn't have accepted that bounty task, maybe he would really put his life here, but since he came, he couldn't go home empty-handed, he lifted his spirit, he thought that he must go inside tonight to see what it was, and what these people were doing, Arthur looked at the time, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

Solomon in the other car, he thought he was like a real fool, he actually filmed a show with two ordinary people here, he really wanted to get rid of these two people, and then drive to the god's burial house by himself, that would really be faster.

The photographer didn't shoot for the time being, he put the camera under the saddle, but he thought about it or shot some desert scenes is also good, he fixed the camera on the backrest of the co-pilot, just enough to shine the lens on the front windshield, all the way to the desert scene at a glance, but the photographer didn't notice from beginning to end, the live broadcast button was on.

The people in the TV tower were still complaining about whether the cowboy was doing something unseemly, but they would be amazed that the desert was so vast.