Chapter 1390: The Battle of the Latent Teeth (6)

At the same time, somewhere in the eastern pier of Cairo.

"This is it. Solal walked over to a container and examined it over and over again: "I saw Elaine being carried away by a group of people right here, and the black-robed man descended from the sky and stopped me from trying to save her. "Yes. Bediwell replied casually, looking around absentmindedly. There was a huge crater-like thing not far away, and the retelling of the drama Solar should be the battle traces left by the magic swordsman using some kind of powerful move. However, after such fierce fighting, everything in this dock is still so quiet, there are no law enforcement officers to cordon off the scene of the crime, and the workers who are busy loading and unloading goods to the ship in the distance will not come to join in the fun. What kind of miraculous psychological quality do the people of Egypt have, who are really not shocked by the changes in everything, and the sky is falling and not moving in the slightest?

The werewolf snorted, and wrapped the white cloth covering his head more tightly, so that his face was not easily exposed. In fact, the three members of their team, Bedeville himself, Solar, and the Knight of the Round Table, Duke Gwen, all dressed up to a certain extent in order to avoid suspicious henchmen who might be lurking in the area.

Bediwell, however, began to doubt the need for this. He couldn't feel the smell of outsiders in the vicinity, and he didn't feel like he was being watched again. The traffickers moved after committing the crime, so they probably won't be idle and leave anyone to come to the scene of the supervisor.

Moreover, it is actually quite uncomfortable to wrap it so tightly. Especially in a stuffy and hot place like Cairo, under the fierce sunlight, Bediwell was already sweating all over his body, and it was as hot as he could. He was about to suggest that everyone should take off their heavy clothes and travel lightly, but suddenly found that Soral and Gwen were casually observing their surroundings, and neither of them felt hot at all.

Huh? That's weird. Bedivir is a werewolf, his race lives in Western Siberia, and deals with ice and snow all year round, so he is not afraid of cold, but extremely afraid of heat. According to the same logic, the magic swordsman Solal and Duke Gwen, who were born in Norvi, should also be very afraid of heat, right? After all, Norvi is a country in the subarctic zone or even the cold zone, it is very cold, and many places are covered with ice and snow all year round?

Is it because of the influence of the dragon power in the dragon hunter clan that they are not afraid of the heat? Solal has already made it clear to Bedeville that he is a member of the dragon hunter clan, but is it true that Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, is also from the dragon hunter clan? Moreover, Duke Gwen was once the king of the Norvi Kingdom. So, the dragon hunters even broke into the royal family and controlled the country from the inside?

More and more doubts suddenly appeared in Bediwell's heart, and the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt. But he still couldn't ask in front of Gwen and Solar, and just silently hid his pile of questions so that he could continue to observe and find out later.

At the same time, the communicator in Bedigville's ears rang, "Have you all arrived?" was the voice of the Knight of the Round Table.

"The cargo yard you're looking for is three hundred yards east of where you are. It was supposed to be a large container warehouse with a big number written on it, [72] . "Wouldn't it be nice if you just told us it was Warehouse 72? Bediwell replied angrily.

Ignoring Bediwell's complaints, Kador continued: "Ostensibly, the Muhammad merchant group rented this warehouse from the Sphinx's estate for a period of two hundred years. However, there is always something strange about it. Anyway, they've been using this Seventy-Two warehouse for more than seventy years, and they've been using it until now. It's not strange what they're doing to the warehouse, isn't it?" Bediwell thought to herself. Modern construction technology is so advanced that it took more than 70 years to build a research institute, and if you have enough financial resources, you can build a magnificent research institute in three months, which is large enough for this Muhammed merchant group to conduct thousands of evil studies at the same time.

"So we're going to go into their warehouse like this?" Bediwell asked, "Isn't it a little too conspicuous?" "Huhu, you don't have to worry about that. Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, sneered, "Let's go." Wait until we're close enough to that warehouse. "Gwen might have a plan. Bediwell muttered a few words to himself, and as he walked to the front, the group began to sneakily navigate the complex environment of the docks, using the shadows of the warehouses and buildings to hide themselves. They groped their way forward from warehouse to warehouse, and soon came to a place less than a hundred yards from warehouse seventy-two.

"Hmph," Bediwell looked at the warehouse from afar. Sure enough, there were four guards standing neatly outside the warehouse, guarding the only entrance and exit of the warehouse. Judging from the structure of this warehouse, it does not have a back door. If you want to enter the warehouse, I am afraid that you can only attack it from the front. But in doing so, they will alarm the guards here and cause a series of unnecessary troubles.

What should I do? The werewolf was in a state of confusion, but Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, pulled Labdiville: "Catch." "Is this the rope?" Bediwell frowned suspiciously, taking a piece of thick hemp rope from Gwen's hand.

"Hold on firmly, wait a minute, follow me, don't get lost. Duke Gwen said, and at the same time something was already brewing in his hands. Bediwell looked at the slightly orange-yellow orb in Gwen's hand, which seemed to be a magic ball bound by an enchantment, but the ball was constantly changing, and there seemed to be some kind of smoke filling the air.

"Did you know that in recent years, Egypt has had a very serious environmental damage due to wanton development, so there have been sandstorms. Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, stroked his beard confidently and said, "Around two o'clock this afternoon, it is the time for the sandstorm. As soon as he finished speaking, a sandstorm came. The sky became extremely dark in an instant, and the whole world was shrouded in the wind and sand, and the visibility was drastically reduced in a matter of seconds! The coolies who were busy moving goods near the warehouse also had to put down boxes and boxes of heavy goods, hide behind the goods, and use the heavy boxes to ward off the storm! And the position of Bediwell and the others happened to be upwind, and now even if they came out of the concealment, it was impossible for them to be seen by the workers hiding behind the boxes!

It's the perfect time to dive!, Bediwell thought. But that's not the case. The four guards standing at the door of the warehouse were well-armed, all wearing goggles and gas masks to protect them from the sandstorm. Although the wind and sand are big, they are not so big that people can't see things at all. Just rush out and force a breakthrough, and the guards will definitely see Bedeville theirs!

"Here we go, follow me. Duke Gwen said, as the sandstorm gained momentum, and threw the yellow ball of smoke out of his hand.

The smoke ball quickly shattered, and a large amount of yellow smoke compressed in it instantly spread, blending with the sandstorm almost without any sense of disobedience, turning into a large area of extremely dense smoke!

Needless to say, Gwen wanted to rush into the warehouse under the cover of this cloud of smoke. But could he really see it? Bediwell sprinted with Gwen, and as soon as he plunged his head into the smoke, he immediately felt that the cloud of smoke was terrible.

That's right, this dense cloud of smoke will indeed reduce visibility to infinitely close to zero. In the smoke and dust, Bediwell couldn't even see Gwen, who was only less than a yard away from him! Moreover, this special cloud of smoke and dust formed by magic is estimated to have some kind of sound-absorbing ability, and it is surprisingly quiet! The sandstorm outside was whistling wildly, but Bediwell, who was in this cloud of smoke, was wrapped in a burst of silence, and could not feel the noise of the outside world at all, and could not even hear the sound of his own running footsteps!

He was literally in a fog of five miles, unable to hear anything, unable to see anything. The only thing he could do now was to trust Duke Gwynne, hold the rope Gwen had given him tightly, and follow the Knight of the Round Table on! He knew that Gwen could see his surroundings in this smoke, and Gwyn, the Knight of the Round Table, might be the only person in the world who could do that!

Under the cover of smoke, they ran quickly and quietly, and Bediwell could instantly feel someone passing by him, and according to his estimate, it was exactly where the guards were standing just now! Bediwell and the guard were less than half a yard apart, but the other party didn't feel Bediwell's presence at all! Then Gwen turned around with the werewolf youth and immediately slipped into the warehouse!

The smoke seemed to have a spirituality and would follow Gwen along. When they passed through the door of the warehouse and entered the warehouse, there was still a lot of smoke pouring in, and it was only after they covered Gwen to reach a corner of the warehouse that it completely dissipated!

"It's amazing, Lord Gwen. Bediwell whispered.

"It's ugly. The Knights of the Round Table replied lightly, "Now let's see—" There were almost zero guards in the warehouse, except for a few patrolling guards who occasionally walked by. This warehouse is very huge, and it is full of goods everywhere, and to be honest, even if you use hundreds of guards to patrol back and forth, it is impossible to find the intruders who really want to hide, let alone their current sporadic number?

It's too tender. The werewolf youth laughed in his heart. At the same time, his gaze fell on the door of a room deep in the warehouse.

That's right, although very well disguised, Bediville can see through it at a glance. There was a faint flow of air flowing in through the crack in the door of the room, which was caused by something moving up and down inside the room. There was something moving up and down in the room, and that was to say that it was the elevator that the Bediviles were looking for, to get to the underground research institute.