I made up myths in America

Chapter 85: Transforming Stillness into Movement (610)

"Like, very similar."

In the forest outside the temple, a crested tit stood on a tree branch, watching the classic outward-facing parkour of the eagle inside, and couldn't help but sigh.

He never expected that Uncle Long in this world would stop being an actor and switch careers to become an international thief.

However, in the scene he designed, no one is more suitable to be the protagonist than "Uncle Long".

"Activate the drone's weapon system and kill them all together!"

At this time, outside the temple, I saw that the thing I wanted was taken away by a hateful Asian.
Drake's face was no longer as gentle as before, but full of frost as he gave orders to his men beside him.

"Yes."

The mercenaries, who were paid to do the job, carried out their boss's orders meticulously.

Bang, bang bang——

Several Mojave drones equipped with rotary machine guns took off immediately, pointed their muzzles downward, and fired 7.62mm bullets into the temple.

Suddenly, wood chips and dirt flew everywhere in the temple. The Eagle, which had almost run out of the Lotus Temple, quickly circled around and came back, finding a sturdy shelter to squat down.

The giant werewolf covered in snow-white hair howled to the sky, his ferocity completely aroused by the bullets shot at him. His eyes were bloodshot, and he turned his huge body and pounced towards the eagle.

".ah?!"

The eagle, who thought he could take this opportunity to slip away, suddenly twitched his eyes when he saw this, and seriously suspected that this monster was a bully.

But he is not a soft persimmon to be bullied.

As Feiying continued running, he took out the oil painting that Elliot had given him from the backpack beside him.

The painting shows a lifelike classic Western monster with the body of a lion and the head, beak and wings of an eagle.

When Feiying unfolded the oil painting, suddenly, a majestic roar, louder than the giant werewolf's roar just now, sounded.

Under the shocked gaze of Drake and the mercenaries outside the temple, a large amount of black shadows overflowed from the oil painting, forming a huge and majestic terrifying griffin with wings on its back.

The giant werewolf that seemed huge just now suddenly looked much shorter and was stepped on by the griffin. After a while, it was silent.

"Gulu."

Facing the mercenaries' even more shocked gazes, Feiying raised his eyebrows proudly, and with the lion's power, he spread his hands and said, "Look, as long as you leave now, no one will get hurt."

磬！
As Feiying finished his pretentious words, the statue of Acala in the hall, which seemed to have sensed some evil aura, suddenly released a dazzling golden Buddha light from the Vajra in its left hand.

The imposing griffin standing next to the flying eagle, after being illuminated by the golden Buddha light, suddenly became like an ice cream placed in a microwave oven, with black mist emitting from its body, and turned into ink on the ground again.

!!!

When Feiying saw this, his eyes widened to their maximum, and the expression on his face became a little stiff.

"Haha."

Outside the temple, Drake burst into laughter and said slowly in Chinese, "I'll give this to you, Mr. Thief. As long as you hand over the box in your hand, I guarantee that no one will get hurt."

"Tsk, only a fool would believe you."

Feiying glanced at the ferocious mercenaries behind Drake, raised his middle finger at them, turned around and ran to the back of the temple.

"Chase him, don't let him get away." "Yes."

The monster in the temple was dead, and the mercenaries had no more worries. They rushed into the Lotus Temple with guns in hand.

"A bunch of idiots, don't you know that ancient buildings containing hidden treasures are equipped with self-destruct mechanisms?"

Relying on his rich experience, he fought with these people in a battle of wits and courage. After going around in circles, Feiying came back and raised his hand to press on a lotus-shaped pattern below the statue of Acala in the main hall.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, accompanied by the sound of turning mechanisms, the ancient temple built on the top of the mountain collapsed rapidly, and streams of scorching heat accompanied by white steam spurted out from the cracks in the ground.

"Huh, there's actually an extinct volcano down there. Luckily I was prepared."

Feiying quickly jumped away from the high temperature current that could burn a person instantly, and pulled the two ropes on the back of his backpack.

Bang! !

Suddenly, this high-tech backpack, which looked like an ordinary backpack on the surface but was actually a powered paraglider, unfolded and flew into the air with the eagle.

He held the box containing the talisman in his hand and waved goodbye to the unfortunate people below with a smile.

"Bye, I hope you can enjoy this hot bath gifted by nature."

"Shit!!"

Drake, with a dark face, escaped from the collapsed mountain top with a few of his remaining men, shooting into the sky like crazy.

As a result, one of the shots actually hit the parachute. The parachute wing, which was originally able to withstand the wind force evenly, suddenly became crooked after having a hole in it, and flew towards the direction of Washington below.

Drake finally felt better after seeing this and gave instructions to several of his frightened subordinates standing by.

"Tell the Washington branch to send someone immediately. We can't let this guy get away. Also, have our people come by helicopter to pick us up."

"Yes, boss."

After receiving clear orders, the mercenaries calmed down a lot, took out their satellite phones, and went about their business.

William, who had been afraid to enter the Lotus Temple, looked timidly at Drake, who seemed like a completely different person at this moment, with a cold and ruthless expression. He hesitated for a long time before stepping forward and speaking:

"Dr. Drake, I've already led you to the Lotus Temple. Is that my share of the money?"

"Ah."

Drake, who was just looking for a place to vent his anger, laughed when he heard this. He raised the empty pistol in his hand and hit the idiot's head with the butt of the gun, again and again.

It wasn't until William's head was bloodshot and he fell to the ground without a sound that he stood up, unbuttoned his collar to get some fresh air, and cursed in Hebrew: "Do you know that I hate it most when someone dirty my carpet, which is woven with silk."

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The mercenaries nearby were not surprised by this and continued to do their own things.

At this time, in the sky, the hole in the parachute was getting bigger and bigger. The eagle, which could no longer control its flight direction and landing, was completely defeated. He took out two pieces of chewing gum from his pocket, put them in his mouth, and opened the wooden box that he had spent a lot of effort to snatch.

"Rat Talisman, the power to transform stillness into movement, Holy Lord"

What caught his eye was a yellow prayer flag with many words written on it, and a mysterious octagonal stone with a mouse pattern placed on the prayer flag.

(End of this chapter)