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The contact person of Black Fire is a typical Egyptian man with an unfriendly attitude.
In fact, it's normal. Meng Zitao asked Black Fire's people to dig in. Black Fire had been looking for the American Indian treasure for a long time, but he didn't expect that Meng Zitao would get there first. No matter who encounters this kind of thing, They probably have murderous intentions.
Meng Zitao also had no good feelings towards the Black Fire people. After asking the other party a few questions and only getting a few "ums" and "ahs" in exchange, he didn't want to talk to the other party and silently admired the scenery outside the car window.
It is now 2010, and Egypt's security management is still very strict. For example, all vehicles entering the hotel must be checked by police dogs for explosives, guests must have their bags checked when entering the hotel, they must go through security checks when entering attractions, and they must also go through security checks when entering shopping malls, etc. However, Once such rigorous inspections create a sense of fatigue, most inspections are merely perfunctory and symbolic.
Meng Zitao first went to the hotel where he was staying, put his luggage away, contacted Meng Hongchang, and told him to return home as soon as possible. Then he took the suitcase containing the scepter and the golden mask, got in the car and set off.
After driving for a while, the car stopped in front of a residential house.
The houses in Egypt are very unique. They don¡¯t look like they are completely finished. They are either not painted or have no roofs. It looks shabby and messy.
In fact, this is entirely because of Egyptian law. As long as the house is not completed, there is no need to pay national taxes. So there are very few buildings that look complete and beautiful. Although the government discovered this loophole last year and wanted to improve this regulation, it has been more than a year and is still being studied.
After getting out of the car, Meng Zitao followed his contact and walked into the house. When they came to the inner gate, they met the interrogator who asked Meng Zitao if he had any firearms.
Meng Zitao did not bring a gun this time, because he knew that the Black Fire people would definitely investigate.
The security guards wanted to search him. Although Meng Zitao felt uncomfortable, he still agreed. Who said Shu Ze was in their hands?
The security guard could not find any firearms on Meng Zitao, so he asked Meng Zitao to open the box he was carrying.
Meng Zitao looked at the contact person: "Are you sure you want to open it here?"
The contact person was a little hesitant. He knew what was in the box and was worried about leaking the secret, but Meng Zitao's attitude made him quite unhappy.
The contact person was just stunned, and the security guard reached for the suitcase.
"What are you doing!" Meng Zitao grabbed the security guard's hand.
The security guard looked very angry and jabbered, but he spoke in Arabic and he spoke so fast that Meng Zitao couldn¡¯t quite understand.
Immediately afterwards, Meng Zitao saw the security guard take out a pistol from behind. He quickly used the wrist-grabbing arm to press the security guard to the ground and grabbed the security guard's pistol.
"what you up to!"
The contact person originally wanted to let Meng Zitao suffer some losses and stand up to solve the problem himself, but he didn't expect that it would become like this in the blink of an eye. His expression changed drastically and he wanted to go up and help the security guard.
Meng Zitao had long disliked the contact person. He kicked the contact person down and slapped the security guard on the back of the neck. The security guard fainted without saying a word.
"Take me in."
Meng Zitao pointed his pistol at the contact person who was groaning in pain.
The contact person raised his head and said angrily: "You are dead"
Meng Zitao slapped him directly: "Go quickly, or I will let you go to hell first!"
The contact person looked at Meng Zitao¡¯s fierce gaze and finally became afraid. He stood up tremblingly and led Meng Zitao into the house.
When the two walked into the hall, a group of people were chatting. When they saw them coming in, they all fell silent and paid attention to the two. Then, they noticed the gun in Meng Zitao's hand. As expected, they caused a commotion. He screamed for cover and took out various firearms to prepare for shooting.
Seeing that the gunfight was about to break out, a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes walked out of the back room: "Stop! Let him in!"
One of the armed men asked a question to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man explained, and the atmosphere suddenly became better. However, the eyes he looked at Meng Zitao were still full of vigilance. As long as Meng Zitao made the slightest move, the guns in their hands would not be polite. .
Under the gaze of everyone, Meng Zitao followed the middle-aged man into a room near the back.
"Zitao!" Shu Ze looked very excited when he saw Meng Zitao coming.
"Are you okay?" Meng Zitao was very worried when he saw Shu Ze's pale face.
Shu Ze said: "They gave me a medicine."
"Don't worry, Mr. Shu is taking chronic poison; In the past, Meng Zitao and Shu Ze felt itchy all over their bodies if they didn't take a bath once a day at this house, but in the desert, bathing has become a luxury, and bathing once a day is obviously impossible. This was a torment for the two of them, especially Shu Ze.
What's more, due to the poisoning, although Shu Ze took a temporary antidote, his body was still getting weaker and weaker, and the trip to the desert became even more uncomfortable.
Fortunately, both of them can endure hardships, and they gradually got used to it.
Inadvertently, a group of people have been walking in the desert for four days. The desolation and dryness of the desert and the arduous journey made everyone feel bad, and the air was filled with a irritable atmosphere.
At night, everyone camped under a sand dune. Meng Zitao and Shu Ze's tents were the same. Another contact person followed them, saying it was for surveillance, but Meng Zitao always felt that things were not simple.
After hastily finishing dinner, Shu Ze muttered and returned to the tent with Meng Zitao.
"Zitao, how far do we have to go to get there?"
¡°I don¡¯t know the location of that place, so I guess it won¡¯t be there for a few days.¡±
Speaking of this, Meng Zitao suddenly felt something was wrong and fell silent. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com