Dozo America

The dusk in the desert is very beautiful. The sunset on the horizon is round and orange, without heat, but it looks very warm. The sand in the desert also becomes the color of gold. The sunlight shines on people,

It was like being plated with a layer of gold. The long and scattered silhouettes of people fell on the ground, but it could be seen that some people's shadows had the shape of guns of different lengths. Pistols, assault rifles, and light machine guns.

"What a coincidence, Mr. Nasrla!" Zhen Fan opened his hands and walked towards Yusef Nasrla on the opposite side, "I didn't ask you to protect me, so... you came here

What is the purpose? Is it because half a million dollars is not enough? We have reached an agreement."

"No, no, Mr. Zhen, you are a rich man. Of course you know that half a million dollars is just a drop of water in a river." Nasrla said to Zhen Fan, "Of course I won't be satisfied, but you will be.

Is your current wealth? No, man's pursuit of wealth is endless. There are countless treasures in the underground palace of Ramses II. Legend has it that he

The wealth gained from the battle is all in his underground palace, so...this is my pursuit, so...if you don't hinder me, I won't threaten you. You do yours, and I'll do mine.

We are in peace. How about it?" As he spoke, he spread his hands and spoke to Zhen Fan, but he always held a pistol in his hand, and then shrugged his shoulders.

"Okay, let's not interfere with each other!" Zhen Fan said to him, "I hope you keep your word. You know, I have a lot of money, I don't care about the wealth here, I just want to find the one who is missing here.

Girl, okay. Now let's find our own places. Goodbye, Mr. Police Chief!" Zhen Fan said, pointing at Mr. Nasrla, turned around and left.

"Mr. Nasrla, do you want to kill them?" A bald man spat on the sand, and then said to Nasrla, "Anyway, we have found the place. Otherwise, we have found it.

, do you still want to give them a share?"

"There is no rush. After all, the underground palace door has not been opened yet. Let's wait for them to go in. Anyway, we will follow behind. If we encounter any danger, we can let them bear it first. Do you want to be the first to explore the way?

"Nasrla smiled disdainfully at the bald man, "When they find the treasure, it won't be too late for us to kill them. We set up a tent here. It seems that it is impossible to dig today."

While Nasrla was setting up a tent, Zhen Fan was also starting to set up a tent. They had no plans to immediately start looking for the door to the underground palace. They would wait until tomorrow. Although Janis Foer was missing, the situation was different now.

It's too clear, and it's night, so of course we can't act rashly.

Soon, night fell. The night in the desert was very cold. The temperature difference between day and night was very large, so Christina and Tommy Atkinson both put on thick coats and got angry in front of the tent. Zhen Fan was not the only one.

A fire was lit here, and several fires were lit there. They were drinking wine over there, and the sound was very loud. It seemed very noisy.

Zhen Fan was not idle here either. He was barbecuing and drinking beer while chatting with Christina. Mainly talking about Ramses II. Zhen Fan was more interested in the history of Ramses II's conquests. Fortunately, Christina

I was well prepared, I found a lot of information, and I explained it to Zhen Fan very carefully.

"I discovered a very strange phenomenon. During the battle of Ramses II, many records or legends about him mentioned a phenomenon. This phenomenon is that when large-scale battles are carried out, some abnormalities will occur.

Weather changes, such as lightning and thunder, storms and even hail, etc. These weather phenomena can often help Ramses II achieve great victories, which is why he never failed," Christina said.

, while raising his own questions to Zhen Fan.

Zhen Fan nodded and said: "I have exactly this doubt. If Ramesses II really has immortality, or if he has this kind of abnormal nature every time he goes on a large-scale campaign,

Phenomenon, I can only draw one conclusion, that is, Ramses II has the ability to control these."

"If a person can control the power of nature, he will be a terrifying existence, so he wins consecutive battles. As for his immortality, it can be explained. But... how could he be

What about killing people? This is a bit unreasonable, based on this speculation."

"Maybe... there will be other reasons. When the underground palace calls, maybe we can find the answer!" Zhen Fan nodded to Christina, then looked at the underground palace, feeling vaguely that this underground palace was really...

Some of them are not simple, and they may have something to do with what you are looking for.

Tommy Atkinson next to him was already sleeping. He couldn't hold it any longer. Although Zhen Fan gave him some energy to regain his strength, he had been tortured in a mental hospital after all, so he couldn't stand the sleepiness and got in.

He went to sleep in the tent next to her. Zhen Fan looked at Christina who was also a little sleepy and kept yawning, so he said to her: "You go to sleep first, I will sit here for a while."

"Okay, I'm going to bed. You should be early too. We'll open the door to the underground palace as early as possible tomorrow." Christina nodded, then stood up and walked towards the tent over there. There were three tents arranged in a zigzag pattern.

.Christina's tent is in the middle.

"Hey, girl, if you can't sleep, you can come over here and sleep. My tent is big and can accommodate two people!" Suddenly a person over there shouted loudly to Christina, and the rest of the people shouted

Hehehe laughed, the one named Christina was the bald one, and he was waving to Christina.

Christina raised her middle finger to him unceremoniously, then ignored him and headed into the tent. This caused those people to burst into laughter. Suddenly, the bald head let out a strange scream, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

He scratched around with the same reflex, making horrifying screams as he scratched: "Scorpion, my God, it's a scorpion. It got into my clothes just now. Oh God, it bit my finger."

"

The bald man suddenly covered his fingers and knelt on the ground. Everyone saw a green-brown scorpion lying down from his fingers and then burrowed into the soil. They were immediately frightened and hurriedly crawled away.

Get up and see if there is such a terrible thing under your body, because now the bald finger has swollen quickly.

"Stretch out your finger!" Suddenly Nasrra took out a sharp dagger and pressed his bald finger on a stone. As soon as the blade passed by, he immediately cut off the finger. Suddenly the bald head was cut off again.

There was a shrill scream, which caused Christina to stick her head out of the tent, looked over there and said, "What happened?"

"Someone just lost his finger. Go to sleep. It will probably be a sleepless night over there!" Zhen Fan shook his head at Christina. Christina looked at Zhen Fan doubtfully, and then

He looked over there, blinked at Zhen Fan, winked and said, "But, thank you." After saying that, he retracted his head and went to sleep peacefully.

There was already a mess over there. The bald man who had his fingers cut off was howling crazily at Nasirla: "Are you crazy? This is my finger, not yours. You

Just cut it off? I was hired by you, not your servant. You can do whatever you want. Believe it or not, I will shoot you in the head." As he said that, he suddenly raised his head towards Nasrrah.

He picked up a pistol and pointed it at his head.

Yousef Nasrrah snorted at him disdainfully, then sat down, took out a cigarette, put one in his mouth, took out a lighter, lit it, and took a comfortable puff.

He puffed out smoke and said: "Idiot, you should thank me. If I hadn't cut off your finger, you would have gone to see Allah now. Go and see for yourself that stupid finger you dropped on the ground.

Look what it looks like now."

The bald man was stunned, gritted his teeth, and looked at the fingers on the ground. Under the light of the fire, the fingers were completely black and swollen. They were already twice the size of their original shape. It can be seen that,

This scorpion is very poisonous. If you don't cut off your finger in time, I really don't know what the consequences will be.

"This is the most poisonous scorpion in the desert. The pure black scorpion is even more poisonous. As long as you are bitten by it, you will have to see Allah in less than ten minutes." Nasrrah shrugged his shoulders, "

This can only be attributed to your luck. You cut it off in time and bandaged it yourself. If you see this kind of thing in the future, it is best to hide far away or trample it to death. Its toxicity can kill three heads.

Elephants and the most powerful king cobra in the desert are even more venomous."

The bald man's lips moved, wanting to say something, but he couldn't. His fingers were in too much pain, so he found a first aid kit from his backpack, sterilized his fingers, and wrapped them up. Then he felt very depressed.

Sit down. The other people have already heightened their vigilance and are looking at the ground, for fear of another scary bug or something like that emerging.

"Go to sleep and be refreshed. We can get our treasure tomorrow." Yousef Nasrrah said, walked to the tent and got in. Only the tent is the safest now.

The guys who originally wanted to cook some meat by the fire all left the fire and hid in the tent.

This night, the noisy atmosphere gradually turned into an opportunity, and when the fire in the fire slowly extinguished, the entire desert fell into boundless darkness. And this desert seemed not to be

It is so peaceful, but it has an increasingly solemn atmosphere. (To be continued...)