Man in Marvel: The Manifestation of the Gods

The jeep did not stop.

It carried Hu Bayi and others all the way to a safe sand dune before finally stopping steadily.

The joy of surviving a disaster.

Accompanied by the cheers of the fat man and his group running over.

Hu Bayi then breathed a sigh of relief, let go of his hands, jumped onto the sand, and brushed off the dust on his body.

"Huh...I can't thank you enough for your kindness."

Chapter 200 Poor Fatty Wang

The sun is high in the sky.

There was no wind at all, and the sun was scorching the earth. After a while, the temperature felt like being in an oven.

The sandstorm has completely subsided.

There was no trace of the dark and doomsday-like scene of the previous two days.

Based on their feelings only, the members of the archaeological team felt that the terrain had probably changed.

...

On the dunes.

Shirley Young jumped down from the fixed ladder behind the car.

Step on the ground and take a breath.

The result was a new discovery.

Shirley Yang took a closer look at the jeep that saved her and Lao Hu, and a hint of suspicion appeared in her beautiful eyes. There was something wrong with this dirty jeep.

It is not a domestically produced car, but rather a Soviet-style car. Various large, rough-style components are exposed. Some places that should be polished and smoothed are full of burrs, but are simply painted over.

In terms of refinement and image, this type of jeep may not be as comfortable as the American military Hummer, but in terms of durability, easy repair and low price, the Soviet-style vehicle is definitely the most practical.

The car in front of her was definitely quite old.

The paint on the car is almost peeling off.

She also saw traces similar to bullet holes, but they didn't look like old bullet holes, but rather new ones.

It makes people more alert.

...

The only possible causes of a firefight here, apart from the police or the military, are infiltrating terrorists or criminals.

There are so many people in their archaeological team, but they don't have any weapons. It would be dangerous if they really encounter criminals.

"Captain Hu, come here, I have something to tell you."

Hu Bayi was lying on the sand, celebrating the fact that he had survived the disaster and would not be fed to the ants. When he heard Shirley Yang calling him, he curled his lips.

Every time Shirley Yang called him, it was nothing good.

But unfortunately, this Miss Yang from the United States is his financial sponsor and she just risked her life to save him.

Hu Bayi sat up reluctantly, patted his butt and walked over.

"Okay, what can I do for you?"

Shirley Yang frowned when she saw that Hu Bayi seemed a little distracted, and briefly gave her analysis.

I suspect there's something wrong with the car or the people on it.

After he finished speaking, Lao Hu frowned deeply and examined the crater carefully. The two exchanged glances.

Hu Bayi nodded imperceptibly, something was indeed wrong.

And why hasn’t anyone gotten off the bus in such a long time?

Just when Hu Bayi wanted to remind Fatty to be alert and hold the hunting rifle he borrowed from .

But I saw the fat man had already approached the driver's seat.

This guy is unreliable. Hu Bayi's face turned black and he really wanted to kick the fat man.

...

Fatty Wang came up to the driver's side carelessly.

There is a black film on the car windows, probably for sun protection, so you can't see the people inside clearly.

Fatty Wang bent down, blew a breath with a playful smile, and used his sleeves to help wipe the glass.

"Boom boom boom.."

"My dear comrades, where did you get this? Do you have any water? Can you give me some water? I am dying of thirst."

Hearing this, Lao Hu rolled his eyes.

I cursed in my heart, you still want to go up and ask for water? It’s okay to be so aggressive, but where did the fat man’s observation skills go before?

Just when Hu Bayi wanted to quickly walk forward to pull the fat man away and communicate with this "savior" of unknown origin.

The driver's window rolled down slowly.

Before the fat man could see clearly inside, he felt something pressing against his forehead. When he looked again, he was shocked.

There was a submachine gun lying across his face, and sitting inside were two guys wearing white robes, goggles, and turbans.

Zheng Youyou looked at him.

I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat.

Wang Kaixuan saw that the other party's finger was on the trigger. If he moved even a little, there would be several big holes in his head.

Even the faces of several archaeologists who were relieved behind him turned pale when they saw this.

..

"what happened?"

Hu Bayi realized that he was in trouble.

Seeing the frightened eyes and pale face of the female archaeologist Ye Yixin, and then looking again, he saw Fatty Wang with his hands raised high, his head staring at the black hole of a gun barrel.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank.

Depend on!

Damn it, I really ran into a criminal. What was the fat guy doing here?

Hu Bayi thought to himself that something was wrong. He wanted to help but did not dare to act rashly.

"Sir, we just met by chance.. You saved our friend. There is no need to resort to violence. Let's talk it out. I am a coward, Fatty."

The fat man no longer had the playful smile on his face. Now he felt the gun barrel on his forehead and was thinking about how to save his life and fight back.

"How dare you point a submachine gun at your fat uncle? Wait and see how I, Commander Wang, will deal with you."

Although the fat man thought so in his heart, who wouldn't be nervous when the cold barrel of a gun was staring at him?

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and flowed down his cheeks.

There was no room for counterattack. The man with the gun on the opposite side pushed forward, and the fat man retreated step by step.

Despite being under the scorching sun, the atmosphere was even colder than a desert night.

...

Hu Bayi took a look and knew that the people in the car were planning to get off.

His eyes flickered, and his muscles tensed.

The barrel of this man's gun was sticking out of the car window. If he got out of the car, he would definitely have to move aside, which was the best time to get back in.

Even if it fails, a sneak attack should be no problem.

But just as Hu Bayi was thinking about it, he found that there was something wrong with the fat man's gesture.

Two fingers collide quietly..

There are two people.

Lao Hu and Fatty have been friends for many years, so naturally he understands what Fatty wants to express.

This is troublesome.

Time waits for no one. As the car door opened, the fat man stepped back and stood still two or three steps away.

A pair of feet wearing high-top military boots stepped out of the cab first.

It only flashed by, and then a tall and thin figure in a windproof and sun-proof robe stood at the door, holding a gun in both hands and aiming at the fat man.

It was this moment that made Shirley Yang behind Hu Bayi's expression freeze. Her facial expression became complicated and her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

Look at the people getting off the bus.

He was wrapped up so tightly that his identity could not be seen at all.

Not a word.

...

Professor Chen, Professor Hao and their colleagues were terribly frightened. They were at a loss as to what to do and could only stand there in a daze.

Where is Uncle Anliman?

As soon as he saw the gun, he quietly retreated and hid under the sand dune, with only his head showing, making it difficult to be noticed.

He is so cautious and prudent, no wonder he was able to escape alone many times.

Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang were just at the rear of the car.

Form an angle.

The guy who looked like a criminal tilted his head and seemed to be about to move his fingers.

Hu Bayi didn't bother to weigh the pros and cons. He stepped decisively, stirring up some yellow sand. He rushed out like a cheetah and charged towards the man with the gun with his shoulder pressed down.

He didn't forget to yell.