Marvel Book of Magical Events

The ferocious firepower made Lara Croft couldn't help but let out an exclamation. The automatic ammunition supply system continuously fed the bomb chain into the heavy explosive bomb, and then the heavy explosive bomb spit it out at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to see. It was huge. The bullet casings hit the roof of the vehicle like raindrops as the bumpy armored vehicle rained down on the roadside. This is a machine gun! Camilla put her head next to the firing hole, raised her head and shouted at Lara Croft, This is a machine gun!

I know! the archaeologist said excitedly. Although the recoil was reduced by the bracket, the feedback on the grip still made Lara Croft's palms numb. This weapon is much more powerful than the Vulcan machine gun on an armed helicopter. Whether it is a rock or a tree wherever the gun is pointed, it will be blown into a mass of indistinguishable fragments, even a drug cartel following behind. The pickup truck was also torn into burning wreckage, The firepower is very powerful, we can deal with the cartel group's pursuers!

I mean, we don't have much ammunition! Camilla shouted angrily, Don't hold the trigger and hold on! The last supply was a month ago!

Lara Croft stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, relaxed the trigger and started firing.

Even if it was just a burst fire, the firepower advantage brought by the heavy explosive bomb still penetrated another car of the drug cartel. Even the fuel in the fuel tank burned, exploded, and finally turned into twisted combustion due to the high temperature released by the armor-piercing high-explosive warhead. The charred steel and the soot of oil rising straight into the sky like the smoke of ancient wars guided their position.

More and more pickup trucks passed through the thick black smoke, speeding on the muddy road covered with weeds. The rapidly rotating wheels kicked up the dirt. The armed personnel riding in the truck body and the driver's seat frantically rushed towards the armored personnel carrier shot in the direction. The gloomy sky once again poured down rain as usual, shrouding the whole world in a curtain of water. Rain poured in from the machine gun position where Lara Croft leaned half of her body. The archaeologist initially wanted to use her own eyes to search for traces of the enemy, but the increasingly fierce rain made it impossible for her to open her eyes. Finally, I had to close the roof hatch and retract into the passenger compartment.

The dirt on her face and hair was wet, and Lara Croft now looked even more embarrassed than before.

The armored vehicle gradually slowed down and changed from rapid speed to normal driving. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and was glad that they did not need to wear a helmet all the time. Although the gunfire from behind gradually became sparse, Camilla did not relax her vigilance. The air in the passenger compartment was still humid and hot. With the help of the weak roof light and the light of the flashlight, Lara Croft took a short rest and began to study the stone slab in her seat. She wiped away the dirt on the stone slab with her dirty fingers, and the ancient characters stood out like braille under her fingers. She kept trying to read these hieroglyphics, and weird pronunciations came out of her mouth.

This thing better be worth the risk we take, Camilla said. She and her team members used the hand-held suture machine and medicated powder from the medical supply bag to bandage the wounds, and then took out emergency protein ration bars from the marching supply bag and ate them. They didn't know whether the drug dealers would continue to track them, and they were far less familiar with the nearby terrain than the locals. Therefore, they had to rush back to the towns controlled by the Immortal City overnight to get a safe rest. We are now out of the Eternal City's sphere of influence. We don't have any help until the next supply arrives. Camilla said with a serious expression, There are no black armored guards, no imperial guards, and no ground attack aircraft.

We need to find the altar where Quetzalcoatl awakens. Lara Croft did not raise her head. She was very sure that she would not hesitate to shoot at the drug dealers occupying the ruins to drive them away, but also to obtain the stone tablet in the ruins, because before The clues she obtained led her to the site of a sacrificial ceremony deep in the primeval forest. She has just confirmed that this is an inscription in the Cholti language. Interpreting this extinct written inscription requires a lot of work and references. The documents included in her portable database are not enough to fully interpret this fragment. It must be combined with her past. Interpret the photos taken and the cultural relics obtained.

Linguists and technicians in the Immortal City are compiling a Cholti translation software, but so far they have not obtained enough data, and Lara Croft knows that her current progress is not enough to meet the sponsor's goals. She knew that her patron wanted to prevent Quetzalcoatl from awakening and prevent the great flood that might sweep the world. Her immortal, charming, and wise patron had already known this before she read the other tablets. impending disaster.

So did you find it?

I don't know, I need more information. Lara Croft opened her phone and looked at the photos she had taken before. I need more information and documents. Maybe... we need to return to that ruins. There are More of what we want.”

Camilla did not object, but remained silent. She looked at her companions beside her, and when she saw that the warriors who were also covered in mud nodded, she looked back at the always energetic archaeologist. Yes, but we need to rest. Camilla said, We don't know which cartel group's drug manufacturing factory we have interfered with. If those people get the information, they will not be the only ones who come to track us down.

Before that, Camilla didn't care about the so-called Quetzalcoatl at all.

The master of the Eternal City promised her to make her country what she wanted it to be, without cartels, without corrupt politicians, without exploitation and oppression, without lies and ignorance. For a year, the order and peace created by the Immortal City far exceeded the chaos caused by the anti-government forces she had participated in. New ideas began to spread, and the oppressed took up arms to defend their homes and walked away. The guerrillas who went astray and collaborated with drug traffickers were annihilated, and the rebels who obeyed the new ideas gathered under the banner of order.

This is the scene that Camilla has dreamed of, all thanks to the importance that the Eternal City attaches to the archaeologist in front of it. But the long-term relationship with Lara Croft and the archaeological experience gave Camilla a new perspective on what she saw, so that she completely changed her original attitude of being dismissive of Lara Croft's work. She knows that there are supernatural powers in this world - the device that Agent Coulson once seized was Nazi alien technology, not supernatural powers - the owner of the Immortal City is the user of this power, and the feathered serpent they are looking for Gods are also terrifying beasts in mythology. The master of the Eternal City has a greater goal, and her motherland is also being protected. This alone is enough for Camilla and her companions to swear allegiance to the master of the Eternal City.

Camilla and her companions hid the armored vehicle in the dense forest and used camouflage raindrops in the small cargo hold to decorate the completely black armored vehicle. Immediately afterwards, Camilla arranged for the manpower to be sentry and take turns, while Lara Croft continued to stay in the crew cabin, continuing the deciphering work through the light of the flashlight and the documents in the database. Where have you been! Camilla lowered her voice. The giant in golden power armor pushed aside the leaves and stepped out of the shadows. We need help.

I know, Supiluliumas whispered. A huge shadow still shrouded him, and the helmet and visor with an unclear expression made him look like a beast lurking in the forest. But my Lord needs to serve, and the priority he gives to the task is much higher than yours.

Okay, so what's next?

I will stay here, waiting for His arrival. Supiluliumas said, Our Lord is about to visit Cuba, and he will use a state visit as an excuse to break away from the team and come here. He will be with Laura ·Croft meets up, before that, I need Lara Croft to produce a result that satisfies my Lord.

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