It turned out that someone had robbed the hotel.

The innkeeper and the robbers exchanged shots, resulting in the death of the owner and two robbers, and one of the robbers fled.

finally understood why the innkeeper had such a big temper, and he would have to go crazy if he was replaced by Zhang Jing, and he was under too much pressure every day.

Regardless of the others, go back to bed and sleep until dawn.

The next morning, the sun was born.

Zhang Jing drove to Chattanooga, located in the northern suburbs of Laredo.

Chattanooga is an open park of about 19 square kilometres, which has been preserved for historical reasons, and there are some abandoned old buildings inside, and the rest of the place is no different from the wilderness.

Dotted with a few sporadic cactus trees, it looks wild and feels like it's perfect for playing chicken.

The point is that there is no signal here, probably because it is a border area.

After a brief look at the entrance for a minute, Zhang Jing decided to drive around the park first, maybe he could take the initiative to trigger the treasure hunt system prompt.

Just as he was about to do so, a black pickup truck drove up from the front.

20 meters of metal visible, I saw a total of two people in the car, both of them carrying guns, a revolver, and an Uzi.

"What are you doing here?" Both are Hispanic, and the middle-aged man in the passenger seat asked Zhang Jing.

Noticing that the other party was holding the muzzle of the gun to the inside of the car door when he spoke, Zhang Jing said calmly, "I'm a tourist, and the navigation shows that there is a park here."

"There's nothing to see here," the middle-aged Hispanic man's expression was fierce, "get out of here."

Zhang Jing was not tough, got in the car and left, and detoured to Chattanooga Park as planned.

The drive was boring and the view was cookie-cutter.

It wasn't until he was on the west side of the park, in the direction of the border wall, that he was only about a kilometer away from the border wall, that Zhang Jing found a tunnel twenty meters underground.

The tunnel is not visible, and it is analyzed through the metal structure support and the direction of the wires.

This makes Zhang Jing worry, if there is something good, has it already been poached by others?

Before Zhang Jing could think more, a police car flashed its lights and sounded a few sirens

After getting out of the car, the two black security policemen put their hands on the gun holsters and asked Zhang Jing vigilantly, "Why are you here?"

"I'm a tourist," Zhang Jing explained, "and the navigation shows that this is a park."

"On the left side of the highway is the park, and on the right side is the border area, which is not open to ordinary people."

Nodded his head.

Another fatter African-American police officer then demanded, "Give me your drive-and-drive permit."

"In the passenger compartment," Zhang Jing didn't want to cause a misunderstanding, didn't want to be shot to death, "you take it yourself."

"Do you have a weapon on you?" The fatter African police asked.

As he spoke, the two African-American vigilantes kept their hands on their holsters and pulled them out to shoot.

"Not on the body," Zhang Jing shook his head, "and not in the car."

This was followed by a body search.

After making sure that Zhang Jing did not have a weapon on him, the security police took the driving license from the car. r/>

"We need to look up for your information, please wait here."

Nodded his head.

The two security officers left, returned to the police car, and searched for Zhang Jing's identity information through the driver's license.

After waiting for about five minutes, the two African-American security officers figured out Zhang Jing's identity, that he was not a fugitive, and that the car was purchased legally.

"You can go," Zhang Jing reminded the African-American sheriff, "there are no fun places around here, go to San Antonio, or Houston."

Zhang Jing said perfunctorily, "The scenery nearby is good, I plan to see more."

The two African-American police officers didn't say anything more, got in the car and left.

Obviously, the two African-American police officers did not know that there was a smuggling passage 20 meters under their feet.

Zhang Jing also did not care about the smuggling channel.

I don't know why the ancestors of the Xu family thought that the treasures of the Southern Army would be in "Gettysburg" and "Chattanooga", what he wanted to do was to be a fine boy

Look it up.

Of course, you don't need to dig 30 meters into the ground, you don't need to dig 50 meters, you just need to use the 20 meters of metal visual search circle.

At the end of the detour, Zhang Jing drove back to the entrance of Chattanooga Park again, and entered the park along the only dirt road that had been crossed by a car.

Deep in the park is a large area of ancient buildings, made of yellowstone and gray bricks.

Because it was built too long ago, it has long been dilapidated.

Unexpectedly, and reasonably, the smuggling tunnels also pass under large expanses of abandoned buildings.

Just as Zhang Jing was looking around, the two middle-aged Hispanic men he had met before reappeared and walked out of a house.

They hid in the house more than twenty meters away, and Zhang Jing did not find out in advance.

Looking at the fierce eyes and sharp movements of the two Latinos coming over, Zhang Jing knew in his heart that they would probably not let him go.

For no reason, it's completely instinctive.

It is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to kill yourself, when the other party walked into the 20-meter metal visual range, Zhang Jing appeared in the 911 sound pistol in his hand.

Successive shots were fired first, killing two ill-intentioned people.

Because the other party was not wearing body armor, Zhang Jing chose to wear a bullet on his chest.

The area is large and easy to hit.

In fact, both of them were shot in the heart, and they had guns with them, but they didn't have time to draw their guns to resist.

Drag the corpse into an abandoned house, where there are some simple living items.

On the surface, the two deceased were just wandering here, but in fact, Zhang Jing guessed that they might be protecting the underground smuggling route.

In general, vagrants go to the city center, where it is more convenient to receive relief.

After putting the two corpses into the Mithril space, Zhang Jing decided to search through the large abandoned buildings one by one.

Thankfully, he found a box of gold ingots hidden under the stone floor inside a two-hundred-year-old stone warehouse.

Each gold ingot is about the size of an adult's finger, about 1 pound each, about 200 in total.

Next, Zhang Jing did not find more precious metals, nor did he trigger the treasure hunt system prompt.

This shows that he has not yet found the treasure of the Southern Army.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Zhang Jing had just finished sweeping all the abandoned buildings, and another car drove outside.

Obviously, they are here to find the missing friends.

The 20-meter metal visible is the confidence, and Zhang Jing used the ambush method to easily kill one person and injure another.

When he came to the injured person, Zhang Jing looked at the other party condescendingly, and he was a Hispanic.

The good guy did it to the end, Zhang Jing raised the gun in his right hand, intending to end the enemy's suffering.

"Wait," the wounded have a strong desire to survive, "don't kill me, I'll exchange information."

I thought that Hispanics could only speak Spanish, but I didn't expect this to speak English.

Zhang Jing slowly put down the gun.

"I want you to swear to God," the wounded man's eyes were frightened and frightened, "and you won't kill me when you get the information."

"God proves," Zhang Jing vowed, "that I will not kill anyone after I get the information."

After receiving the promise, the middle-aged Hispanic man fell to the ground in his heart and betrayed, "There's a smuggling channel down here."

"Right here?" Zhang Jing's expression was disappointed, "I know about this."

Worried about annoying Zhang Jing, the injured man spoke quickly, "Because there is a transaction tomorrow, there are 2 tons in the smuggling channel at the moment."

Precious metals, which were £10 million 200 ago, have appreciated about 50 times now.

That's about 5 pounds less.

New question, how much is 2 tons worth?

Zhang Jing felt like he was going to bend.