Man in Marvel: The Manifestation of the Gods

Chapter 201 Departure to Xiye Ancient City

"Commander Wang, do you think I am dead or alive?"

Seeing Fatty Wang covered in sand and looking in a mess, Roddy's eyebrows jumped and he laughed.

The submachine gun was still in his hand, and with the robe on, the fat man was reckless but not stupid, and his mind came to his senses immediately.

"So that person just now was you!"

The fat man was dumbfounded, feeling resentment and relief at the same time, and his face turned black.

"Are you not playing a joke on me, Fatty?"

"Then aren't you curious about where this car and this guy came from?"

Roddy patted the shiny black submachine gun hanging on his chest with a smile.

Seeing the gun, the fat man's neck couldn't help but shrink.

The so-called good man does not suffer immediate losses.

The fat man smacked his lips. He recalled the feeling of oppression when the gun was pointed at his head, and he became speechless for a moment.

Roddy shook his head, took out a bottle of water from the car and threw it to the fat man.

He did this, in addition to having some bad fun, to teach Fatty Wang a lesson, because he always liked that guy.

It was lucky that it happened to him. If it was someone else or someone went down to the tomb, his carelessness would have really killed someone.

"Yes, Master Yang, tell me what adventures you have had." Hu Bayi saw the fat man gulping down water, still a little indignant, and hurriedly came over to stand between the two of them to change the subject.

Being able to get such a truckload of equipment, plus the bullet holes in the back, Hu Bayi suddenly had a shocking guess in his mind.

"Could it be that this young Master Yang has seized a den of bandits?"

...

Roddy distributed the water, canned food, etc. in the car to everyone.

Everyone simply found a place sheltered from the wind to set up camp, and then he described this strange experience in detail.

Of course, some of these secrets or the Queen of Jingjue are not to be told to outsiders, especially in front of a group of old scholars and archaeologists, so don't make yourself unhappy.

But nevertheless.

The story of Rody surviving alone in the black sandstorm, killing tomb robbers, and encountering a suspected ghost team still left everyone dumbfounded.

It was like listening to an adventure novel, and Fatty Wang and Hu Bayi were also fascinated by it.

to the end.

After hearing this, Rody drove over and rescued Lao Hu and his sister at the most critical moment, and successfully joined the main force.

In silence.

Fatty Wang's eyes rolled and he clapped his hands, causing Professor Hao and the team members to look at him in dissatisfaction.

The fat man didn't care, he happily gave a thumbs up and praised: "Little Master Yang, in ancient times, Zhao Zilong of Changshan led thousands of troops in and out seven times, and now you, Little Master Yang, broke into the devil's cave alone and saved the lives of Miss Yang and Old Hu. You are a hero."

"Thank you."

Rody raised his eyebrows. He thought the fat man was never at a disadvantage.

No one comes to visit you for no reason. Now that you are suddenly flattering him, I'm afraid there will be something else going on.

Sure enough, his guess was correct.

The fat man's attention was all focused on what Rody said, that there were several jeeps in the camp not far away, as well as the supplies and treasures dug out from them.

Especially the stolen treasures, how great it is, you can get them for free without going into the tomb, it’s a bargain, what better deal could be better than this.

So the fat man kept urging everyone to set off quickly to collect useful supplies, while in his heart he was thinking whether he could secretly take away some good things.

The purpose of his and Lao Hu's coming here this time was for money. If they could make more money, they wouldn't bother looking for the Jingjue Ancient City.

In addition, the fat man was envious of the submachine gun on Rody's neck. This good thing was much better than his shotgun, which also made him very envious.

...

Professor Chen and others were surprised that Rody could eliminate several vicious gangsters by himself.

"Comrade Xiao Yang, if things are really as you said, then you have made a great contribution to archaeology and national stability!"

Professor Chen was also generous in his praise. He saw the military explosives that Rody brought. If this thing was used by someone with ulterior motives to carry out terrorist attacks, who knows how many innocent people would be hurt.

So his words were sincere.

Professor Hao next to him also put aside his contempt for Rody, changed his previous arrogant literary temperament, and joined in the praise several times.

Roddy didn't think anything of it and just smiled calmly.

Instead, Ah Xiang, who was sitting next to him quietly, and Shirley Yang, both showed some smugness at the same time.

It's like they're recognized.

"Brother Yang, you are amazing..you even saved Miss Xiang."

Archaeological team member Ye Yixin looked at Rody with admiration in his eyes, and talked to him from the side, and then glanced at Ah Xiang.

This contrast.

The two have completely different styles. Ye Yixin is dressed simply and wears a big pigtail, while Ah Xiang, who grew up abroad, is very fashionable, with long straight hair draped over her shoulders. She looks adorable and charming.

Ah Xiang's appearance made Ye Yixin, who originally had some vague feelings for Roddy, feel ashamed, and there was a hint of bitterness in her tone.

Roddy did not reveal Ah Xiang's entire identity, but only said that they were tourists from Hong Kong who were accidentally kidnapped.

...

“Maybe this is fate.”

Rody said softly, patting Ah Xiang's slightly sweaty hands. Although Ah Xiang was a little shy, she did not mean to refuse.

This scene was seen by all members of the archaeological team.

Everyone had different thoughts. The two male students admired Rody's boldness and were a little envious, while Professor Chen didn't care about Rody's personal affairs.

He skipped over these topics and urged everyone to hurry up and set off.

Logically speaking, an old man in his seventies would not be able to endure the hard work and running around in the vast desert.

Professor Chen has also persevered until now with just one breath left and gritted his teeth.

It is for the sake of archaeological culture and for the ancient city of Jingjue in my mind.

...

Have a car.

Naturally, no one wants to ride a camel, as it rubs the thighs, makes you sunburned and tired, and your body will feel exhausted after walking for a while.

But the car is so small, so Hu Bayi, as the team leader, made the final decision.

The three girls and Professor Chen got on the camels, Rody drove to lead the way, and the remaining men continued to ride camels towards the tomb robbers' camp.

There were also some small episodes, such as Uncle Anliman insisting that the machinery was not durable in such an extreme environment as the desert, and was not as reliable as his beloved camel, and he seemed reluctant to cooperate.

But he had just taken advantage of the fact that everyone was surrounded by desert army ants and secretly took the camel away in order to run away, and the fat man had not yet settled the score with Anli.

When the muzzle of the submachine gun was pointed at the back of Uncle Anliman's head, he had to accept it whether he was willing or not.

Hu Bayi and the other archaeological team members did not object to the fat man's rude behavior.

Everyone understood that if they let Anliman run away with his camels in the vast desert, the fate that awaited them would be to turn into dry bones and die in the desert to be fed to wolves.

Professor Chen and the others were also angry.

So no one tried to stop him, and just let the fat man threaten Uncle Anliman with a gloomy face and murderous intent.

...

"Okay...don't point the gun at me. I'm afraid of the camels. If the camels are eaten by those devilish ants, no one can escape."

At gunpoint.

Anliman had a slightly awkward smile on his old face. He glanced at Rody, who was leaning against the jeep and sharing a cigarette with Lao Hu. Seeing the fat man's noncommittal expression, he had no choice but to compromise.

Act pious.

"Since everyone was able to escape, it means this was Hu Da's intention."

"The black sandstorm is the anger of old man Hu Da. Only those who are loved by Hu Da can survive. Otherwise, we will all be buried in the desert."

"So, from today on, we are brothers who are connected by blood even if our bones are broken."

"Don't talk nonsense to me, it's up to you whether you go or not." The fat man got the submachine gun he had been longing for, and now he wanted to try the feel of it.

Interrupting Anliman, he said bluntly.

Hearing the fat man's devilish roar, Anliman knew that if he didn't say something practical, he would have a hard time getting out of the desert.

He nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, of course. We are all good friends and brothers. Hu Da will definitely bless us."

Finally, Anliman added: "Next time, I will definitely not abandon you and run away again."

When the fat man heard Anliman's promise, he snorted coldly.

"Next time, I can't guarantee where the bullet from this gun will hit."

After the fat man finished speaking, Hu Bayi threw away his cigarette butt, walked over and played the role of the good guy, echoing the fat man, and pulled Anliman over to persuade and comfort him.

Only then were they able to set off.

...

The campsites are not far apart.

When Roddy returned, he saw from afar that Brother Camel was still there, tied to the broken jeep, staring at everyone calmly.

He seemed to be happy to see other familiar friends and even snorted.

Even Anliman was surprised. He didn't expect that the camel was still there. He truly regarded the camel as a family member, and his originally resentful expression relaxed a lot.

"This camel saved my life. When I return from this trip, I will bring it to the United States and fulfill my promise to it."

Rody patted Brother Camel warmly, indicating that he was not an ungrateful person.