's "right place" is referring to the Sono tavern in front of him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wu Ming had thought that the place where the Ark of the Covenant was stored would be more mysterious and unbreakable, and if it were not the gloomy castle in the legend, it would at least be as heavily guarded as the World Bank's vault. I never thought that the incomparably important holy artifact had been hiding under my nose, and in the last two or three weeks, Titer and him had been here no less than five times.

It is located in the middle of the famous Falla Street, which can be called the most lively leisure area in the whole hot road, with an endless stream of tourists, hotels, cafes, bars, small supermarkets...... One by one, most of them are two-storey European-style buildings, which look ordinary from the outside, and have no potential to become a secret base for careerists.

However, Zohar was sure that the Ark of the Covenant was stored in the underground storage room of the Sono Tavern, as he had been there during a zombie transformation experiment two months earlier. That guy has been intimidated to the core, and he definitely doesn't dare to be sloppy in terms of the authenticity and accuracy of this matter.

This is probably a trick used by the Ark Organization, as if when arranging a foothold for a key person like Daddy, he also deliberately chose the vicinity of the capital of the old enemy. Using this psychological blind spot to play hide and seek is indeed easy to obtain a higher safety factor.

The heavily armed Bobu and the dozen or so black-clad soldiers he brought with him frightened away most of the tourists, and the military police who rushed to hear the news were stopped by the public relations officers who were a hundred meters away. With so many years of secret communication between the Ark Organization, the two sides may have reached an understanding with each other, as long as's side did not cause a nuclear explosion and collapsed the entire Relu Cool, then they could probably exercise restraint and act as if nothing had happened.

Probably because most of the smoothie was not very comfortable, Bob became extremely bad after breaking into the Sono Tavern, and went up and smashed the fake shopkeeper on the head.

"Secret door! Don't look for it! ”

The shopkeeper was no more stubborn than Zohar, crawling under the counter with tears streaming down his face, and it didn't take two seconds to open the secret passage in the private room. Despite this, he was slashed in the neck by the warrior behind him, and blood splattered on the wall.

Titt was smiling all the time, and her expression was like enjoying a good puppet show.

"If you feel uncomfortable, please feel free to let me know, I am very caring, and I definitely don't want any details to ruin your interest." She said this to Wu Ming.

Killing of this nature would not bring too much discomfort to Wu Ming, because compared to the methods used by the future alien conquerors to treat the fresh meat, cutting the throat can only be called the most merciful way to slaughter, and it is not worth making a fuss about at all.

However, there are still some who are not adaptable, because the people who carry out the slaughter are also humans.

"I'd better go ahead, lest I be bloodied." Wu Ming tugged at the brand-new suit on his body, "I suggest you do the same, after all, this matter is somewhat bloody, and for a beautiful girl like you, you should avoid it." ”

The mastiff's cold snort rang out on the side. But Tite didn't care, like a coquettish little girl, she grabbed Wu Ming's arm with one hand, and squeezed to the front with an extremely happy smile on her face.

As it turned out, Wu Ming made a serious mistake.

The passage is long, less than three meters high, wide enough to fit three people alongside each other, surrounded by fully enclosed stone walls, with poor air circulation—this is where the hell lies.

The fruit smoothie that Bob poured in one gulp seemed to be working, and if it wasn't for the fact that he had eaten some pasta that wasn't fresh enough before he acted, his stomach rumbled before he took a few steps, and a few more steps later, disaster struck.

"Bang!"

It was a presumptuous fart, and the sound echoed through the secret passages, causing a deep echo.

As the pioneer of the attacking team, Bob not only had the possibility of startling the snake at this time, but also successfully put the large team behind him into an unprecedented predicament - the smell was so strong that it couldn't be more intense!

"Oh my God, you damn thing!"

Tite immediately lost his face, pulled Wu Ming's cuffs to cover his mouth and nose at the first time, kept fanning the wind in front of him with one hand, and while dragging Wu Ming to break through the stench quickly, he also scolded viciously, "Little Bobu, I will definitely screw your head off when I go back!" ”

"I'm sorry, Miss." Bob grinned and raised his hand in a salute, "I'll give you a notice next time, so you can all be on guard." ”

The warriors who followed behind were desperately fanning the air in front of them, and several of them were huddled together in order to seize the favorable terrain. Compared to those warriors who knew how to save themselves, Zohar was unlucky. He was under Bob's tight control, unable to make too big a move, and could only rely on holding his breath to get through that difficult journey, and looking at his red face, I was afraid that he was about to lose his breath.

"I suggest you keep breathing." Bob seemed to have some sympathy for the traitor, and he smiled and patted Zohar on the back, and said intimately, "Don't worry, it's just a little poison gas, and the dose is not enough to kill." ”

Zohar was a native of Yutai, and for them, the word "poison gas" had a very inhumane historical connotation, and although he did not dare to make any resistance, his face was visibly pale with anger. Bob's joke seemed a little low-level and funny, I don't know if there were any Yutai among the dozen or so warriors, at least none of them laughed, only the usually cold-faced fierce mastiff reacted relatively strongly, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he almost showed his smile completely.

"That's enough, little Bob!" He walked up and took over Zohar, "You have to follow, don't let the eldest lady go ahead of you, we should be approaching, let everyone be smart." ”

Bobu hurriedly rubbed his stomach vigorously, and the professional attitude of the combat expert immediately showed on that fat face. He followed with a few arrows, and whispered:

"Power up the magnetic gun and get ready for battle!"

Sure enough, after walking down the last few steps, the secret passage became wider, and under a few wall lamps, there was an iron door.

Bob's poisonous gas caused Wu Ming to reach the predetermined position first, and as the warriors rushed out of the secret passage one by one, he had nowhere to go if he wanted to retreat, so he had to follow Titer inside, using the slightly raised stone wall as a cover.

The soldiers had already taken up their positions in groups, and Bob was choosing the best place to set up the magnetic cannon, and when everything was ready, a thunderous assault would be launched.

And at this moment, Wu Ming suddenly felt a chill surging up from the bottom of his heart.

On the one hand, the whole operation went unusually well, but on the other hand, the chill seemed to come from an instinct, like a reindeer drinking by the pool, suddenly having a premonition that a giant crocodile was hiding beneath the surface.

In the corner of the wall where Wu Ming was, where the tentacles were, there was a slimy liquid that seemed to be about to solidify, and the chill in Wu Ming's heart probably came from it. Wu Ming turned his body to the side, and by the faint light of the wall lamp, he finally saw clearly-

That's a blood clot!

That blood didn't belong to any of the creatures on Earth, because Wu Ming was familiar with that feeling, and it wouldn't be anything other than the filth that flowed through the alien invader's body.

Cold sweat uncontrollably burst out of Wu Ming's pores. At that moment, he seemed to see through the thick stone wall.

He saw it, just inside the iron gate, a demonic face waiting in the darkness. The face should be grinning, and the oily black and shiny tongue writhed in the air, like a leech that felt the smell of blood, leaping in excitement. Also, the twelve tentacles were shaking proudly in the white air that erupted from his nostrils, because when the explosion sounded, they would stand up excitedly, as if they were showing the heroic style of the strongest warrior in the universe.

The mastiff had already made a gesture, and all the warriors clenched their electromagnetic rifles in their hands and took their places. There were confident smiles on their lips, for they were sure that the raid would be resolved quickly, and not only would the Ark be snatched up, but the vengeance of the fiasco in the Negev Desert would also be settled. From now on, there will no longer be a despicable ghost like Abai in the organization, and the future will be infinitely brighter.

But Wu Ming is not the slightest optimistic about this possible confrontation.

It would indeed be a quick win, but the winner would be the opposite of what everyone here expected. Their weapons were so outdated that not only could the magnetic spear in his hand not penetrate the scale armor of the Chiatas, but even Bobna's most powerful individual weapon, the MEG3 medium magnetic cannon, could not hurt him.

In terms of technological prowess, it will be a contest of two generations, as if a bandit armed with an AK47 suddenly appeared in a medieval phalanx, and the result would inevitably be that the army would be crushed with a deafening explosion.

The three fingers of the fiery mastiff were raised, which meant that the last three seconds of attack were counted down!

Bob had already chosen the position of the attack, and with a single shot, he was sure to blast the password door lock to pieces, and then a dozen or so fighters swarmed in, firing freely in a loud shout.

But that won't work!

This battle was not fought at all, and the result was obvious, everyone would be slaughtered and devoured! This unnecessary battle must be stopped!

"Wait a minute!"

Before Wu Ming could shout, Bo Bu suddenly raised his hand with a solemn face and stopped the countdown of the mastiff in a low voice, "I have a situation here!" ”

When everyone turned their puzzled eyes to the strong man, he pointed sideways at his buttocks, and before his companions could react, a dull and long explosion erupted at the end of the intestines.

"Bang!"

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