People in Marvel: I have many children and many blessings shocked Odin chapter 213

People in Marvel: I have many children and many blessings shocked Odin
Chapter 213 Digging, Digging, Digging In The Great Ancient Channel Of The Nile! A Mysterious Masked
39 kilometers away from the northwest corner of Cairo, on the ancient course of the Nile River in 3000 BC.
The once turbulent river in ancient times is no longer there, and even the ancient river channels can only be distinguished from the erosion marks on the rocks. Thousands of years of time have changed not only the flow of the Nile, but also the land has gone through countless changes. .
After Raul Bushman mobilized all his efforts to find the ancient river channel, he was almost dumbfounded looking at the endless stretch of yellow sand.
There are nearly 3,000 meters long and 2,000 meters wide ancient rivers that match the deciphered text description. To find the tomb of Sabah Nur in this huge desert is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
The most important thing is that if large-scale excavation is to be carried out, the ownership of this huge amount of Gobi desert must be purchased, otherwise the Cairo police department will not stand idly by.
He first entrusted a translator to buy the land and paid 100,000 US dollars for it, and then searched for large underground cavity detectors everywhere in Cairo.
En·Sabah·Nur, as the ruler of Sepenetus, the scale of his tomb will not be smaller than the Pyramids of the Pharaoh. With a large underground cavity detector, it is easy to find the six locations.
Unfortunately, after searching the entire city, he could not find a large underground cavity detector, and a small one could not cover such a huge amount of area.
With no choice but to contact the local construction company, Raul Bushman mobilized more than 30 excavators and more than 20 transport trucks to excavate along the edge.
Every time you dig down 2 meters, you have to take a sample of the soil and send it to test the age. If it doesn’t meet the standard of 3000 BC, you have to keep digging.
After digging out 66 meters underground and sending the sampled soil for testing, it was calculated through isotope dating that the age of the sample was approximately 4500-5000 years ago. They had dug out the soil layer with composite age standards, and the rest It means digging horizontally using water milling techniques until the tomb of Sabah Nur that you are looking for is dug out.
From 12:00 noon to 21:00 at night, the excavator was smoking and the transport truck exploded. Only 100,000 square meters of sand and soil were excavated, and dozens of small underground cavity detectors did not respond.
The drinking water and convenience food brought by the workers have long been eaten and drank, and now they are working hungry, and their efficiency is getting lower and lower than when they first arrived.
John Jonathan, the leader of the mercenary group, found Raul Bushman upon seeing this. If hundreds of workers continued to work like this, it would be difficult for their more than 20 mercenaries to control the situation.
“Mr. Raul Bushman, you have also seen that the progress of the project is too slow now. Brothers are not prepared. Do you think it will be here today? We will stop work and return to Cairo first. After purchasing enough supplies tomorrow, we will Build a few temporary camps here and then continue!”
Their mercenaries had been standing in the sun all day, and now they were tired, hungry, and thirsty. Their eyes were bloodshot and their lips were chapped and bleeding. “If the other party hadn’t given them enough money, they wouldn’t have opened it long ago.
Raul Bushman sighed. His safety here still depended on the mercenaries, so he nodded and agreed to John Jonathan’s request.
After hearing “Stop work!” shouted in Arabic from the loudspeaker, the workers threw away the tools in their hands, the drivers of the excavators and transport trucks turned off their cars, and hundreds of people cheered loudly.
Raul Bushman and the mercenaries returned to the hotel. After eating and drinking, he returned to the luxurious suite to wash up and was about to take a rest when the mercenaries screamed from the next room.
“Leopard! Leopard! I want leopard.w!”
“Sorry, 1, 2, 4 and 7 o’clock are small, please give me money!”
“One more time and I won’t believe it!”
The noise made him unable to sleep peacefully, so he angrily ran to the next room in his pajamas.
Boom boom boom!
Raul Bushman was angry, so he used a little too much force.
A loud knock on the door caused the mercenary in the room to get angry.
A bearded man who opened the door was about to curse, but when he saw that it was the boss who hired him, his anger disappeared and he asked with a smile on his face.
“Mr. Raul Bushman, you’re not asleep yet, why don’t you come and play together!”
Raul Bushman didn’t bother to argue with the gangster, so he pushed him away and walked into the room. He wanted to cause trouble for John Jonathan.
At this moment, John Jonathan’s face was livid. He had never made a correct bet in more than ten games.
“Hey, Mr. Raul Bushman, do you want to play too?”
When he saw the benefactor coming, he quickly stood up and went to greet him, saying with a smile.
Before Raul Bushman could speak, a burst of gunfire suddenly came from the next room.
bang bang bang!
The battle-hardened John Jonathan instinctively pushed down the financial owner, pressed himself on top of the financial owner as a cover, and shouted at the top of his lungs.
“Mark Specter, go and kill the enemy!”
In the corner, a mercenary on guard against the wall took out a Desert Eagle from his waist, kicked it hard and rolled to the door. He reached out and pulled the handle and rolled out to the hallway.
While scrolling, he saw clearly the masked man in black exiting the next room, firing continuously with the Desert Eagle in his hand.
boom!
boom!
boom!
Before the three masked men in black had time to react, a bloody hole exploded in their head and chest, and they collapsed softly on the ground.
The men in black who were on lookout at both ends of the aisle roared angrily in Arabic when they saw their own people died tragically. The AK47s in their hands fired violently. The bullets chased Mark Spector, leaving a series of bullet holes.
John Jonathan in the room judged that there were about seven or eight enemies based on the sound of gunshots. He made a gesture after he knew what was going on. In just ten seconds, the others were armed. After seeing the gesture, they responded in various ways. In an unexpected tactical move, he rushed out of the room and opened fire on the man in black who had revealed his position.
Under the overwhelming firepower, the men in black at both ends of the aisle were unable to resist, and were quickly killed by the mercenaries.
After clearing the threats in the corridor, the mercenaries spread out in groups of three to search the entire hotel.
Only then did Raul Bushman dare to stand up and roar angrily.
“FUCK! FUCK! What does the Cairo Police Department do? Someone dares to openly attack the hotel. Who dares to kill me?”
John Jonathan lit a cigarette to suppress his shock, and said with an evil smile.
“This place is already very messy, let’s hold it in check!”
“But if there is a firefight, what you have to pay is another price. The brothers earn money for selling their lives, right?”
Without waiting for the donor’s answer, he came to the corridor and looked at the body of the dead man in black.
It’s a pity that these people don’t have anything on their bodies that might reveal their identities. The only special thing is that they have strange-looking tattoos on the insides of their arms.
Raul Bushman followed him to the aisle and recognized at a glance that the man’s tattoo was exactly the same as one once drawn by Stark Hawkins. They were both special symbols composed of a six-pointed star pattern and an upright eye pupil in the center.
“WTF! Why do these people have His special runes on them? Damn it, didn’t you leave anyone alive?”
He tried to sniff the breaths of the three men in black in front of the door of his room. They were all already freezing cold, and there was no possibility of resuscitation.
John Jonathan glanced in surprise. The rule of mercenaries is to prioritize the safety of themselves and their employers. They are not bodyguards to protect dignitaries. They also need to be left alive to torture intelligence.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Raul Bushman, maybe you can tell me earlier next time, and the brothers will try their best to stay alive. Now we just have to look at the men in black at both ends of the aisle to see if any of them are still alive.
As he spoke, he went to the left side of the aisle and felt the pulses of several people in black.
“Everyone here is dead, what about your side?”
Raoul Bushman naturally went to the right side of the aisle. He checked the pulses of the first two men in black, but they didn’t even beat. When it came to the last man, it took a while before there was a weak pulse.
“There is still a living person here, but his pulse is very weak. Have you brought any adrenaline?”
After John Jonathan heard this, he quickly ran into the room and rummaged around. After a while, he ran over with a syringe, took off the chest clothes of the man in black, and plunged the needle into his heart.
As adrenaline was injected into the heart, the originally weak pulse gradually became stronger under the stimulation of hormones, and the man in black opened his eyes weakly.
“Are you followers of Sabah Nur? Why do you have special runes representing Him tattooed on your bodies?”
Raul Bushman asked urgently.
The man in black was an old man with a gray beard. His pupils shrank sharply after hearing that name.
*`#Those of you who want to blaspheme the gods will surely be punished by the gods!”
He sneered and cursed, opened his mouth and bit down hard, actually biting off his own tongue alive.
The broken tongue base became partially filled with blood and swelled, blocking his organs. The blood that gush out was bubbling, and the man in black died in the blink of an eye.
John Jonathan took a breath of air. He had never seen many people on the battlefield who were so cruel to him.
“Mr. Raul Bushman, no matter who they are, you seem to be in a lot of trouble!”
Raul Bushman raised his head suddenly, his facial features twisted together and shouted fiercely.
“Fuck Fuck, how dare he die like this?”
“Whoever they are, is HYDRA ever afraid of trouble?”
Under the rage, he lost his mind and blurted out his identity. When he came to his senses, he felt something was wrong and quietly touched the pistols on his sides with his right hand.
John Jonathan threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, crushed it into pieces and said calmly.
“Don’t touch Mr. Raul Bushman. You might as well look back and see that my brothers are back!”
“We don’t care what your status is [as long as you give me enough money, everything will be fine!”
Raul Bushman turned around stiffly and saw more than twenty long and short guns behind him aimed at his back. He quickly squeezed out an embarrassing smile and explained in a difficult manner.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m just itchy and want to scratch it!”
His hand that went to touch the gun took off his clothes and pretended to scratch his lower back.
Mark Spector stepped forward to take his gun away, walked up to the leader and handed it over.
(Good Li Nuo) John Jonathan took the pistol and looked carefully at this well-made weapon. The style seemed to be an imitation of the classic German Luger P08 but it was slightly lighter.
He tried to open the insurance, and fired at the corpse of a man in black on the ground.
A faint blue light shoots out, hits the corpse and instantly decomposes and vaporizes it, the power is terrifying.
“I have long heard that HYDRA created energy firearms during World War II. I thought it was a legend. I didn’t expect that you guys really have this technology. This gun is good. Let me leave it here for now. I will wait for the commission to be completed. Back to you!”
What else can Raul Bushman say, he is now unarmed and has more than two dozen guns pointed at him.
“Definitely no problem, but this gun is also a precious item left over from World War II. Due to the loss of the most important cosmic cube, we can no longer make it!”
“If you don’t change it to me, I’m afraid Baron Zemo will come to you in person next time. I hope you can understand that the dignity of HYDRA cannot be trampled on!”
After he finished his warning, he returned to his room with a sullen face.
John Jonathan played with the energy pistol for a while, put it into the gun pouch around his waist, and waved his hand and said.
“Throw the corpse downstairs and let the hotel clean it up quickly. Brothers work hard tonight and divide into three shifts, taking turns to watch the night just in case!”
More than twenty mercenaries shouted to the village in unison.
“Understood!”
Then they divided into three shifts according to their usual task execution habits. They first dragged a dozen corpses to the first floor and handed them over to the shaken hotel manager. Then they stayed on duty for an hour in each shift until dawn. .