PS: The update is coming, and I'll give you two chapters at once, so I've been waiting for you for a long time, I'm sorry~

Smelling the rich smell of gunpowder and feeling the cold metallic texture on my forehead, I knew that it was not something else that was pressing against the door in front of me at this moment, but the barrel of some kind of gun!

My eyes began to become familiar with the bright light, and I vaguely saw a finger groping the trigger and bending slightly, and the bullet could burst my head at any moment!

It's very uncomfortable to be pressed against the head by the cold muzzle.,I used to feel very relaxed when I watched TV dramas.,I often fantasize that if I replace the characters in the play with myself.,I'm sure I'll snatch it down.,And then turn the muzzle of the gun and make a counterattack......

But now, when the muzzle of the gun is really on my head, and the trigger is about to be pulled, all those previous fantasies have flown out of the clouds, and I just feel that my mind is blank, and I don't have time to think about anything, and I don't have time to think about it. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info subconsciously shouted: "Don't ...... Don't shoot! If you have something to say, it's good to say! ”

Hearing my scream, the muzzle of the gun paused obviously, and then a relatively shrill voice sounded on my right side: "Jackie Chan, this seems to be a living person, not a mummy!" ”

Then a flashlight shone directly on my face, and the deep voice came from the front: "Huh? BOOS is indeed a living man! Not a mummy. ”

Although these two people speak Chinese, their pronunciation is very strange, especially the Chinese name is 'Jackie Chan'!? It's obvious that they're all foreigners.

I wondered why these two foreigners, who spoke Chinese, suddenly appeared here and were armed with arms, and what was their relationship with the girl under me. However, when I heard them mention the mummy, I suddenly remembered that because I had just hit the wall with the door, Leng Qi wrapped almost my entire head with a bandage, and at first glance it did look much like a mummy......

Realizing that they had misunderstood, I quickly nodded and explained: "Yes, yes, I'm not a mummy, this face is wrapped in gauze because of injury!" Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong! ”

As I spoke, the flashlight moved away from my face, and I almost adjusted to the bright light, squinting my eyes and scanning the surroundings. I found that there were not only the two people who were talking, but a rough count, there were more than a dozen figures standing on both sides of the coffin. Most of them were heavily armed Egyptians, all dressed in uniform camouflage uniforms, and carrying a gun of unknown type. But judging from the appearance, it should be some kind of **********.

In the midst of the dozen or so Egyptians stood a Chinese man dressed in a tunic with a large gold chain around his neck. The man was about forty years old, his face was covered with horizontal flesh and expressionless, and he always had an indescribable strange feeling when he wore his tunic on him. With his hands behind his back, he had the demeanor of a boss, and the Egyptians around him were also around him, looking around vigilantly as if he were protecting some important person.

In addition to the Egyptians and Chinese, in front of the coffin, there was a foreigner with yellow hair and blue eyes standing in front of and behind me. The one in the back was on the thin side, wearing a tight leather suit, holding his hands to his chest and looking at me quietly. The one in front of him is full of muscles, and its strength is still a fight against the bones. He also had a submachine gun in his hand, and although the muzzle of the gun had left my forehead, it was still pointing at my head from a meter away.

Seeing my appearance clearly, the middle-aged man approached and spoke in a very old voice: "Who are you?" ”

Looking at the dozen or so loaded submachine guns, I swallowed my saliva, and said in my heart that these eighty percent had met my peers. We are amateur inverted fighters, and these few may be international inverted buckets, at this time in the pyramids of Egypt, I don't know if there are those rules on the road. So I paused for a few seconds, recalled the professional terms of Tufuzi that the bald head had said before, and replied in a similar way: "Let's go down to the river to touch the sand, but I didn't think that the river was too fast, and the sand bed was too soft, so we fell into the mud." Dare to ask Your Excellency what sea you walked, what sand you touched, and what was the process? ”

These words sound like code words between Tufuzi, but in fact, they are all made up by myself on the improvised, and as for what they mean, even I can't tell.

The sturdy man on the opposite side immediately glared when he heard this: "BOOS asked you what you do, what kind of nonsense are you talking about, do you want to die!" After saying that, he raised his fist like an iron block and was about to hit it.

Seeing this reaction, I was shocked, and said that this must have met a professional, and it was better not to say these 'terms' that I made up. With my current injury, if that punch hits the door again, then this face will definitely not be able to be asked for anymore, so I hurriedly lowered my head to dodge.

"Slow!"

Just as the fist was about to come out, the middle-aged man opened his mouth again and took a few steps forward: "Listening to what you said, it seems to be quite exquisite." We are all coarse people, we don't understand very well, can you say it again in the vernacular? ”

I was completely blindsided by this question, and I didn't know whether the hot and cold attitude of this group of people really didn't understand or pretended not to understand, and I was thinking about how to answer next in my mind, when a noisy shout suddenly sounded from outside the entrance of the stone room.

"Fuck your uncle, do you fucking understand Chinese or English?" Do you understand Korean? Do you understand the Japanese of Yagayalu!? ”

This was the voice of the bald head, and when I looked up, I saw the bald head Leng Qi and the bones being escorted into the stone chamber by the arms of several other Egyptians.

The bald head seemed to be in pain, and kept scolding while struggling: "Everyone doesn't know each other, you take your Yangguan Road, I cross my single-plank bridge, you catch Lao Tzu and don't even let out a fart!" Tap Tap! Can you understand human speech!? ”

The scolding was getting up, and when the bald head saw more than ten Egyptians and more than ten submachine guns in the stone room, he immediately closed his mouth, and then looked at me, who was half-sitting in the coffin with only one head exposed, and was stunned: ", Lao Zhang, what's the situation with you, these grandsons want to seal you in the coffin?" ”

I smiled bitterly: "It's a long story, I can't explain it clearly, anyway, the situation is like this......"

Seeing that we were together, the middle-aged man waved his arm, and the stout man took me out of the coffin with only one arm and pushed me to the corner of the stone room. Leng Qi walked a few steps quickly, helped me and asked softly, "Zhang Rui, are you okay?" ”

Carrying me out of the coffin, the girl also got up, the floral skirt on her body had been torn by me, and even the strap of her underwear was broken. Her eyes were red, and there were tears on her cheeks, and she looked as if she had been insulted, although in a sense she was 'insulted' by me......

Seeing the middle-aged man, the young woman covered her chest with messy clothes, quickly threw herself into his arms, tears welled up again, and her voice choked: "Dad......"

When the middle-aged man saw his daughter become like this, a trace of anger appeared on his face, and his horizontal flesh became more, and his two eyes stared at me like sharp knives and asked in a deep voice, "What did he do to you!?" ”

The bald head was also stunned, and pushed my arm: "I'll rub, Lao Zhang, you are really good, the brothers were chased by the kobold rat and these foreigners, and their lives are almost gone, you actually hid in the coffin to scourge the little girl!" No wonder they all looked like they had eaten gunpowder! It's really a holiday to co-author! ……”

The girl didn't seem to have recovered from the fright, and she didn't want to say more, but she just shook her head slightly in the arms of the middle-aged man, and kept crying.

The middle-aged man frowned, took a deep breath, took a submachine gun from an Egyptian next to him and pointed it at me, and was about to pull the trigger when he opened the safety of the load!