"Ahem, ahem... Rourke, you can't have a problem with your brain, right? The person in charge of this operation is Dr. Domings, not you, the guy who was blown down the cliff by the wind on Yamatai Island, chased down the inner ghost, and was almost killed. ”

Anna naturally won't save any face for the guy in front of her, who is obviously looking for trouble, first, this has always been the character she showed in front of the Holy Trinity.

The second is that Rourke mentioned his younger brother Cons Tank, and it was already good that she could bear not to screw off the head of the dancing goods in this minefield and kick it as a ball.

"You!"

Rourke, who was exposed, was annoyed and angry, he came out of a training camp with Anna's sister and brother, although he was not Anna's opponent when he was a child, he could still bully Constantine, and finally survived until this damn woman was terminally ill and was marginalized by the organization to marry, and as a result, Constantine, who had become a person, was reused by the Order, and he was still pressed by him.

The devil knows how happy he was when he heard that Konstantin had disappeared during the Siberian operation, and today he also came to mock Anna with this, but instead he was scolded and couldn't get off the stage.

At that moment, the communicator hanging from his waist rang:

"Commander Rourke! Operation Silence is about to begin, and Dr. Domingis asks you to go to the scene immediately! ”

"Roger, I'll be over right away!"

After replying, Rourke snorted and was about to turn around and walk down, when suddenly another bad idea came to him:

"Anna, as Special Advisor, shouldn't you also play a role? Isn't it okay to sit here like this all the time and do nothing? ”

His idea was that you Anna can't you? Isn't it awesome? Then let your sick seedling be more active and see who dies quickly!

As everyone knows, Anna is thinking of what kind of excuse she can use to keep up with the actions of the large army and collect some information, but Rourke's mouth is equivalent to a pillow that she just dozed off, good person!

Of course, she still had to pretend to be a little on the surface, so she coughed a few times and stood up, and said to the smug Rourke with a cold face:

"Humph! Go for it! Walk! ”

...............

Crespo is a graduate student in archaeology at the National Autonomous University of Mexico.

There is a widely circulated and deep-rooted saying on the Internet about Mexico: the tragedy of Mexico is that it is too far from heaven and too close to the United States. This sentence actually came from the mouth of former Mexican President Porfirio Díaz.

Mexico's economic crisis that began in the 70s was mainly due to the government's corruption and major policy failures, which did not pay attention to domestic industrial development and believed in the US lie of "global free trade".

The United States has already entered the stage of mechanized production of various agricultural products with low prices and good quality, and as soon as it entered the Mexican market, it quickly defeated the agricultural products produced by farmers who were still using traditional manual work in the country with obvious price advantages.

After all, people, with cheap, large, high-quality goods, who would buy things that are expensive, small in volume, and uneven in quality?

As a consequence of the complete collapse of traditional agriculture, farmers chose a more economically valuable crop: the opium poppy.

After the change of the Mexican government, it once united with the DEA of the United States to clean up the drug dealers, but the war on drugs was fought and suddenly found that this was actually a civil war between the DEA and the CIA in the United States! It's still the kind that can't end at all!

As a result, the Mexican government has been completely unable to control these CIA drug traffickers behind them, which has led to an unusually chaotic situation in their country.

It is said that gold in troubled times, antiques in peace, in Mexico, drugs are gold, so even if Crespo is an associate master of archaeology from the prestigious University of Mexico, he is not as good as those who grow marijuana and poppies in the fields in the eyes of his family and even many friends.

The market is not good, but he, a graduate student who is about to graduate, can't even find a job as an intern in a museum because he has no connections in the government.

That's why when Dr. Dominguez came to the school to recruit interns for his archaeological team, Crespo didn't hesitate to come, with a daily salary of 60 US dollars and three meals a day, which is even happier than a prostitute!

But as his work deepened, he discovered that the gang was far from being as simple as it seemed.

While working at the excavation site every day, there are a large number of so-called security teams scattered around, and although it is true that archaeological operations in Mexico, where drug traffickers are infested, the protection of the armed forces is indeed needed, but Crespo once saw a truck carrying supplies during a urination, and the heavily armed soldiers unloaded from the vehicle not only the usual weapons and ammunition, but also Stinger missiles!

The unexpected experience made the young man think that he was working for some big drug cartel, or cartel as it is often called, and these damned drug dealers were no longer satisfied with the drug business and began to reach out to the antique black market.

Crespo, who still had a trace of rebellion in his heart, began to work more diligently in order to obtain enough evidence to report to the Mexican government or the outside world for help.

On November 1, the Day of the Dead, he was taken to a statue of a god on the shore without asking for a vacation.

"This is ... Ancient Mayan Writings? ”

Crespo first noticed the ancient words on the stone statue that had been washed away by the wind and rain for many years, but he couldn't understand what they meant.

So the young man began to pay attention to the idol itself, and this time he was finally a little impressed.

"I recognize this image! This is Chuck Chel, the crescent moon goddess from ancient Mayan mythology! ”

Excited, Crespo had forgotten everything around him, crouched down on the muddy and wet ground and began to rummage through his somewhat worn travel bag.

The two Trinity soldiers who were following him immediately exchanged glances after hearing his words, and then one of them stepped aside, took out a communicator and began to report to his superiors, while the other stood still and quietly opened the safety of the pistol.

Unaware of all this, Crespo finally pulled out an old notebook with a cowhide cover from his somewhat cluttered hiking bag, and then staggered up and walked over to the idol.

"The Goddess of the Crescent, Chuck Cair...... Gaze at the key, gaze at what key? Never heard of any keys that need Chuck Chel to keep them? ”

Crespo muttered to himself as he flipped through the pages and glanced through the notes at a glance, until his gaze settled on a line of small print.

"Ichichel's Silver Box, Chuck Chel's Key, awaken the Serpent and reshape the world?!"