Africa, Egypt, a lively frontier bazaar.

A woman with a black scarf over her head and only a pair of eyes showing out was walking sneakily through the streets, looking around every distance to see if anyone was paying attention to her.

In fact, she was not native to Egypt, but from the distant United States of America, under the name Mora? Mark Taggett, a prominent female CIA agent.

According to the impression of the map information in his mind, Mora quickly came to the outside of a large stone house, and quickly slipped into the courtyard while no one was paying attention to him.

In this stone courtyard, there is a middle-aged uncle in sunglasses with a gun at his waist who is sorting out the flower blanket on the ground, in fact, under this flower blanket, there is a passage to the underground mausoleum, and the flower blanket covers the entrance of the passage, and outsiders can't see it.

"Do you sell carpets here?"

Mora, in Egyptian, in her not particularly proficient language, asked the middle-aged uncle in sunglasses who was approaching with a wary look on his face.

Of course, Mora knew that there was something wrong with the carpet, and she was just deliberately feigning ignorance to let the other party's guard down.

"You can't just come in here!"

The middle-aged uncle in sunglasses waved his hand left and right, signaling that this was a private territory, and asked Mora to leave here quickly.

"That rug is beautiful, does it sell?"

Mora continued to pretend to be stupid, staring at the carpet with her longing eyes, and asked reluctantly.

"I said you can't come in......"

The middle-aged uncle in sunglasses stretched out his hand and made a gesture to push Mora out of the backyard door and drive her away.

However, he was only halfway through his words, but Mora's innocent little eyes that glistened with tears suddenly changed, and there was a hint of fierceness in his eyes, and he raised his hand to deliver a powerful side attack, slashing at his throat.

After being hit by this heavy blow, the middle-aged uncle in sunglasses couldn't breathe for a while, and subconsciously pinched his throat with his hand, unable to breathe, as if he was about to suffocate.

Seizing this opportunity, Mora quickly snatched the pistol from the waist of the middle-aged uncle with sunglasses, and struck him on the head with the heavy metal butt, knocking him unconscious and fainting on the spot.

After getting rid of the guy in charge of the guard, Mora took off the black scarf that covered 90% of the area of his head, took off his long black coat, dressed in a light denim suit, and walked to this strange carpet of flowers.

According to information gathered by the CIA's permanent office in Egypt, there is definitely something in this stone courtyard that is said to be buried with secrets about a powerful mutant.

As a result, Mora, a beautiful woman, was given a heavy responsibility by the CIA and came here alone, ready to further investigate the truth. If she succeeds, then it will prove that female CIA agents are not inferior to male agents, and there should be no prejudice against women's field capabilities!

Mora bent down and lifted the carpet of flowers, revealing that it was a hidden entrance with a dark and deep stone passage hidden underneath.

Mora opened the small leather bag he was carrying, took out a fully charged flashlight that had been prepared from the bag, turned on the flashlight, and carefully climbed down the wooden ladder.

After entering the underground space, Mora found that the area of this underground space was even larger than expected, with a dazzling variety of passages, piled stones everywhere, and occasionally individual triangular stone structures could be seen in the eye, which looked like pyramid spires.

It is not difficult to deduce that this was once an ancient pyramid many years ago, and then the pyramid collapsed and was buried underground, and the surface of the ground has become a border market where people live today with the development of history and time.

With a flashlight in one hand and a phone in the other, Mora took pictures of what she found along the way, such as collapsed pyramid spires, ancient unknown murals, and white bones crushed in stones.

After a short search, Mora gradually heard the faint sound of a group of people talking deeper into the underground ruins of the pyramid.

"It turns out that there are other people in here, and it seems that I have to be a little more careful."

Mora adjusted the intensity of the flashlight's light to the weakest level, and the movements of her feet were more gentle, moving deeper along the trajectory of the sound according to the sensation in her ears.

Soon, she was in the vicinity of the source of the sound.

A group of indigenous Egyptians are kneeling with their hands folded and worshipping around a special pyramid spire.

Mora hurriedly found a corner with a good view and at the same time was not easy to detect, and hid there silently, observing the strange things that the group of Egyptian natives were doing.

"O God Almighty!"

"Please give us strength, please give us power!"

"O great God Almighty!"

"We are your faithful believers, so please give us strength, please give us power, please give us light!"

“……”

More than a dozen natives knelt down and chanted respectful summonses.

As he read it, the originally dull pyramid spire, that is, the shell of the emperor's coffin where the apocalypse was sleeping, suddenly gradually brightened!

God Almighty has finally appeared!

The group of natives all had excited smiles on their faces, and their hearts were extremely excited, and they knelt down even lower, expressing their absolute piety without hesitation.

As time passed, the light on the top of the pyramid became more and more brilliant, even to the point of stinging the human eye.

The believers who knelt around, you look at me, I look at you, but under the lead of the oldest old man, he quickly stood up with his hands on the ground, tilted his head to cover his eyes, and only dared to look at the extremely dazzling pyramid in front of him with the corner of his eye, and he kept retreating.

Seeing this miraculous scene, Mora's heart was also hot, he didn't expect that he would have such a big gain when he went out on duty this time!

Mora hurriedly stretched out the hand holding the mobile phone to the outside of the shelter and photographed the "miracle" scene at the scene.

If Mora hadn't taken convincing evidence of the actual evidence, few people would have believed her about the miracles she had witnessed here today, especially the old CIA staff.

At the same time, the apocalypse, who was sleeping in the coffin at the tip of the pyramid, slowly lifted his blue eyelids and opened his deep eyes at the call of the believers.

After a lapse of 5,000 years, the world's first mutant, the apocalypse, has finally awakened again! [.]