Ai Sugiyama also regretted it a little at this time, when Zhang Jingming planned to give things to himself.

But he had a big temper, didn't hold back, and scolded the other party.

Seeing that the other party was determined to eat himself, Ai Sugiyama could only give up the lunch box and photos for the time being.

However, he came here to find clues to Temujin's tomb, and Zhang Jing is also a treasure hunter, so is the goal the same....

Seeing Sugiyama Ai and his party leave, Zhang Jing also guessed that the other party was coming for Temujin's tomb.

After all, they first snatched the bilingual "Yuanjue Sutra" that Ortiz chick had worked so hard to steal from the Outer Mongolia National Museum.

At the same time, five ancient books of Western Xia were collected in the Great Mao Kingdom.

The goal is clear.

"Wow," Sun Fangtang interrupted Zhang Jing's train of thought, "Brother, you can speak English, and I just started learning English in the third grade, and I feel so difficult."

Zhang Jing smiled slightly, and reached out to deliberately ruffle the little girl's hair.

I didn't say anything all night.

At five o'clock in the morning the next day, Zhang Jing drove a pickup truck to the Altay region again, and after replenishing supplies from the local area, he went to the Altai Mountains.

The Altai Mountains are 2,000 kilometers long, with peaks like jungles and an average height of more than 3,000 meters.

Finding the "sublime light of the Great Khan" is as difficult as mountaineering, and more exaggerated than looking for a needle in a haystack.

But if you don't do anything, you never see the end of things.

Because it is a border area, there are not many roads that can drive, and it is a coincidence that Zhang Jing met Sugiyama Ai again before entering the mountain.

Now it's okay, both sides know what the other side has in mind.

"Are you the only one?" Sugiyama looked into Zhang Jing's car, "It's very unsafe in the mountains, be careful."

Zhang Jing nodded cautiously, "There are many wolves in the mountains, you should also be careful."

"Humph!" Ai Sugiyama turned around, "There is no signal to go forward, and when you encounter danger, don't be stubborn!"

In general, Sugiyama still has a good impression of Zhang Jing in love.

Because at the beginning, Zhang Jing planned to send it directly, but she herself was not scolded and unhappy, and the result was tragic.

Behind is a mountain road and a large forest, and the car needs to be abandoned, and Sugiyama loves a group of people, who carry a lot of supplies on their shoulders.

Zhang Jing is alone, with a big bag on his chest and a big bag behind him.

When encountering a fork in the road, Ai Sugiyama and his friends walked left and right, and Zhang Jing walked to the right.

Luckily, I had just walked less than three kilometers and met a group of border patrol soldiers by a picturesque stream.

In a few years abroad, Zhang Jing has already stepped into the threshold of Sheniu, and he is not afraid that they will carry a rifle on his back, so he takes the initiative to come forward to say hello, "Hello everyone."

"This is a special protection zone," the soldier at the head of the patrol reminded Zhang Jing, "Are you going the wrong way?"

"There was no mistake." Zhang Jing took out the border guard card and handed it out.

The patrol captain receives the border pass.

Except for special talents, major countries do not allow dual nationality, so Zhang Jing used the border guard certificate handled by the Xiangjiang resident certificate.

After making sure that the documents were correct, the patrol leader returned the documents to Zhang Jing, "Where are you going?"

"Three Haizi."

Hints from the treasure hunt system.

"Asha Dare" was the last powerful minister of Western Xia, died in 1227, and he mentioned "Sandao Haizi" in ancient Western Xia books.

"I haven't heard of it," the patrol leader shook his head, reminding him "that all digging is forbidden in the Grand Reserve, and no fires are allowed."

"I bring self-heating food and a warm sleeping bag," Zhang Jing explained, "and I won't light a fire in the wild, except in special circumstances."

"Beware of poachers, who are very obsessed with hunting snow leopards."

Zhang nodded, and then he noticed that there was actually a foreigner in the patrol team.

At first glance, I thought it was an ethnic minority.

Looking at it again, Zhang Jing was very sure that the other party was a white-skinned Citigroup.

Persecution paranoia attacked, and Zhang Jing thought that he had encountered a fake patrol team, which was likely to be a foreign poaching team.

for verification

To prove this speculation, Zhang Jing tentatively said, "I love you walking alone in the dark alley."

The patrol captain was only in his twenties, and he replied in a second, "Love the way you don't kneel?"

"How can there be foreigners in your team?" Zhang Jing asked with a big stone in his heart.

The patrol captain glanced back at his teammates who were resting by the stream, with a naturally melancholy expression, and shook his head to indicate that he didn't know, "The above arrangement is confidential."

Zhang Jing didn't bother too much, said goodbye to the patrol team and continued to walk deep into the mountains.

Just when Zhang Jing went deep into the Altai Mountains under the bitter cold, Shen Mingming sent someone to find the backpacker hotel.

Looking at two foreigners in suits and leather shoes in front of her, a man and a woman, Sun Ting explained, "Because of the formalities, my hotel cannot accommodate foreigners."

"We are lawyers, big nationalities," the woman said in very standard Mandarin, "Your daughter is in jail, we need to know the details and see if we can overturn the previous verdict."

"This—" Sun Ting said uncertainly, "I don't have the money to hire a lawyer."

"Don't worry, someone will pay for you."

Instinctively reacted, Sun Ting thought of Zhang Jing, otherwise she really couldn't think of anyone who would help her, and she would have begged all the things she could.

Zhang Jing didn't know that Sun Ting was thinking about herself, what was difficult for her could be done with a little money for someone.

The reason why Shen Mingming is looking for a lawyer of foreign nationality is to create psychological pressure on some people and make it easier to succeed.

Two days later, Zhang Jing went to a lake deep in the Altai Mountains, where he planned to rest for the day.

With a gentle stroke of his fingers, Zhang Jing felt the spring flowing between his fingers, got up and looked around, the scenery here was more beautiful than anywhere else in the world.

Compared to the wild in Alaska, it is no better, but unfortunately it is a special protection area, and it cannot be entered under normal conditions.

"Whoa!"

Two grouses soared from the pine forest, and Zhang Jing subconsciously thought that the grouse had encountered a fox or a wild wolf, and then a gunshot rang out.

When Zhang Jing heard the gunshot, he had already been shot in the chest.

His expression was a little incredible, and he leaned back and plunged into the lake.

"Hah! Hah!"

Out of the cedar forest came the thieves, one with a double-barreled shotgun and the other with an SVD sniper rifle.

"Which guy died?" A middle-aged man with a double-barreled shotgun asked.

"Definitely," the slightly younger man raised the SVD sniper rifle in his hand, "it's useless to wear body armor, it's enough to kill him within 1000 meters, he's going to die."

"Let's go," the older middle-aged man took the lead, "he has a lot of luggage, we can add to that."

"I wish there was chocolate, I like sugar, it's just too expensive." The young man's eyes were longing.

The two soon came to the lake from the edge of the woods, and just as they were rummaging through their bags, Zhang Jing quietly "resurrected" from the icy lake water, holding a sound-lowering pistol and directly emptying the magazine.

Two robbers fell in a pool of blood.

Zhang Jing came to the middle-aged man soaking wet, his eyes were wide open, and he was still angry.

"Do you know where the 'Three Paths' are?"

"@#&=*&" The middle-aged man was foaming at blood and said something he didn't understand.

Yellow-skinned, but foreigner.

Look at the items that the two of them carried with them, one snow leopard skin and three wolf skins, which were poachers.

It's just that I didn't expect them to be so bold and dare to kill.

Luckily, he wore body armor under a thick coat.

Here's the point, ordinary light body armor can't stop the SVD sniper step***.

Obviously, Zhang Jing was rescued by the strengthening furnace converted from the crematorium.