I made up myths in America

Chapter 55 The Eagle and the Bear

Boom! !
Almost instantly, the head of the stone man that looked like an ancient soldier was blown up, but the stone spear held high in its hand did not stop. Instead, it stabbed down at a faster speed, smashing a hole in the ground.

"Watfuck, what the hell is this?!!"

Fortunately, Michael had already fallen to the ground when the gunshots rang out and rolled to the side cleverly.

Otherwise, the best outcome for him would be to be stabbed through and then spit blood from his mouth like the gay in the melodrama, yelling "Baby, go away" to the bald guy Kane.

Oh, that's just terrible.

While thinking about these nonsensical things in his mind, Michael's hands did not slow down. He lay on the ground, aimed his submachine gun at the damn stone statue, and pulled the trigger.

Because it uses .45ACP pistol bullets, the UMP45 submachine gun has extremely strong penetration and stopping power when shooting at close range.

The stone statue that was hit in the main body part shattered to the ground.

But neither Michael nor Kane was happy.

Because when they stood in the corridor on the second floor of the museum, looking down carefully with flashlights, the black fog as thick as substance poured down like mercury, and soon covered most of the museum.

The two guys who had confronted them just now were completely silent.

What made people even more nervous was that some rustling sounds were heard from the black fog.

As Michael and Kane stared in astonishment, the 'hellish objects' in the museum suddenly came to life.

There were huge stone sculptures of tomb guardian beasts with pointed horns on their heads and wings on their backs, more stone men and stone horses, and even the bandits they had just killed. They crawled up from the ground one by one, and the flesh and blood on their bodies mysteriously disappeared, leaving only a skeleton and ghost fire burning in their empty eye sockets.

"Gulu."

Michael and Kane looked at each other stiffly, swallowed their saliva quietly,

Without any hesitation, the two turned around and ran, intending to jump out of the window before the black fog spread from the first floor to the second floor.

Bang!
As a result, Michael, who jumped first, grimaced in pain, rubbing his bruised shoulder and complaining:
"Damn, is the glass in the museum windows that hard?"

"Don't worry about it, go upstairs."

Kane turned with his gun in hand and ran for the stairs.

Michael saw the huge tomb guardian beast spreading its wings and swooping down on them, and the creepy skeletons rustling up the wall. He shuddered with fear and hurried to catch up.

Thump! Thump! Thump!
Both of them were in good physical condition and climbed two floors in one breath.

This museum has only four floors in total.

Just when the two of them thought they were about to get to the rooftop and leave this damn place.

Michael suddenly realized something was amiss. He stopped and used his flashlight to scan the rubble on the ground and the familiar bullet holes on the wall. His expression was stiff as he asked, "Kane, is there a possibility that we've been going in circles and are actually still on the second floor?"

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These words silenced even the tough guy Kane.

The next moment, he suddenly turned around and pulled the trigger at a skeleton monster that pounced on him from behind.

Bang bang bang! !

This skeleton monster, which was transformed from the corpse of an unknown bandit, was directly beaten to pieces, but its palms were still twisting and crawling on the ground, grabbing Kane's trouser legs.

"Shet."

Kane stomped it to pieces with one foot, and he and Michael stood back to back, shooting at the numerous attacking monsters with guns.

Not long after, Michael gasped, replaced the last magazine, and shouted: "I'm running out of bullets, this is the last magazine."

"Me too, and that damn black mist is coming up."

"No, look over there, the black fog has already surged up to the corridors on the third and fourth floors. Why did it miss our place?" Michael scanned the opposite side with a flashlight and soon found a blind spot. He turned his head and looked around.

"I see."

Soon, Kane discovered something unusual.

It was pitch black all around, with only the flashlights in their hands providing a little light.

There seemed to be something lit up in Exhibition Hall No. 5, next to the monitoring room where they were on duty just now.

Is it because of this??!
The two men looked at each other, and regardless of whether their guess was right or not, they could only take a gamble. They threw their submachine guns with no bullets at the tomb guardian beasts chasing after them, turned around and ran. After a while, they rushed into Exhibition Hall 5.

Chime! ! !
Just as they guessed, there was indeed something lit here.

It was an ancient jade seal that Michael had seen in a museum brochure before, carved with a scene of an eagle and a bear fighting.

This ancient artifact was emitting a hazy and clear light at this moment, and vaguely, one could hear the rough and majestic roar of the bear king and the sharp and high-pitched cry of the condor.

The huge tomb guardian beast that had been chasing Michael and Kane suddenly stopped here.

"Huh, great, it looks like we're saved."

Michael was so tired that he sat down on the ground.

Kane hesitated for a moment, took out the Colt M1911 pistol from his waist, fired a shot to break the glass, took this magical Chinese antique in his hand, and took a few tentative steps forward.

"Hoohoo!!"

The huge tomb guardian beast retreated again.

"efficient."

The two looked at each other.

Michael immediately stood up from the ground, and together with Kane, they relied on this treasure to force the tomb guardian beast back little by little.

Then they returned to the monitoring room, ready to take their three teammates who were sleeping soundly with them, but they happened to see a horrifying scene in Exhibition Hall No. 3 on the first floor on the monitoring screen.

An endless stream of sticky black fog poured out from the strange ancient painting in Exhibition Hall 3, as if the gates of hell had opened.

A man in a black robe with long hair and a bronze mask on his face, with a mysterious and terrifying temperament, was standing in front of Elliot, a museum staff member whom they had met during the day, and put his hand on his head.

"Hiss."

This scene was like the appearance of a villain in a movie, which made Michael's eyes widen, and he breathed a sigh of relief for global warming.

At this time, Kane, who had finished checking the bodies of his three teammates, stood up with a heavy face and shook his head at Michael.

Well, what else is there to say.

The two people who had no intention of sacrificing themselves to save the world took the treasure to clear the way and turned around and ran away.

He ran as fast as he could to the rooftop on the fourth floor of the museum and jumped down without any hesitation.

Bang! !

The two men fell heavily onto a car on the right side of the museum, triggering the car alarm and falling into coma.

The bear-eagle fighting seal that Kane was holding tightly in his hand rolled forward and fell to the ground.

A tall and mighty phantom of a bear king and a phantom of a soaring eagle emerged from the seal. After circling in the air for a while, the two phantoms each found a person and drilled into their bodies.

And this ancient seal that displayed magical powers had completed its mission. Cracks appeared on it and it turned into powder on the ground.

(End of this chapter)