Lin Xing's group of four returned to the Black Dragon Mountain after the operation. Lin Xin was supportive of this operation, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to go. However, two days ago, an incident had given Lin Xin a warning. A group of historians (tomb raiders) from Gaul Chicken had come to the vicinity of Panzhi County to 'archeology'. Originally, there was no need to pay so much attention to this matter. If it was archaeology, then so be it. However, the purpose of their archaeology was sent back by a spy.
It turned out that the few so-called historians were actually carrying out archeological work near Panzihua. Many of the tombs had been dug up by them, and all kinds of cultural relics had been stolen.
At this time, Lin Xin realized that these were just a few grave robbers. After all, there were countless tombs in Sichuan Province, as well as many grottoes, buddhas, and so on. If they were stolen, wouldn't they have to be bought back by future generations?
Thus, Lin Xin planned to let Lin Xing capture these "archaeologists". He had a plan that required a few professional "archaeologists".
At this moment, Lin Xing was rushing towards a few grave robbers. Due to the military regulations, none of them spoke. Although they were close brothers, the regulations were regulations. This would allow them to live longer on the battlefield. They had long been mentally prepared to be soldiers. They were also selected from ordinary troops with excellent thoughts and quality. When they passed the assessment and were recruited, the army had already given their families a pension. In addition, the military had already prepared their death notices, and a place had been reserved for them in the Cemetery of Martyrs. Although this was cruel, it was reality. Whether it was in times of peace or war, he needed this group of people, so for these people, Lin Xin did his best to solve their worries, hoping that their sacrifice would be worth it.
When the group of people arrived at the crime scene of several grave robbers, they were digging an ancient general's tomb. The four of them did not say anything and quietly sneaked into the grass beside the grave robbers. They hid and waited for an opportunity to move. They wanted to capture these grave robbers alive. They had guns. It would not be good if a gunfight broke out.
He estimated that it could be sold for hundreds of thousands of silver dollars. His trip to Z Country was not in vain. After this job and the previous digging, it was enough for him to live freely for the rest of his life. When the time came, he would have dozens of lovers, drink the best wine every day, and eat the best meals. Just as Jerry was waving his pickaxe with all his might, he suddenly heard Anthony, that idiot, questioning him. He was daydreaming and did not hesitate to slap him on the head." Idiot, are you questioning my skills? I used to be a top student in the history department of Jianqiao University. We've dug so many places, but I didn't dig any wrong places. Also, why are you so loud? Are you afraid that those yellow-skinned monkeys won't know that we're digging their ancestral graves? "Ah!"
Old Jerry angrily scolded Anthony, the idiot, and tried to recover the loss of his daydream that was interrupted. Old Jerry's anger was not something that ordinary people could bear. Only Anthony, Old Jerry's nephew, could bear it. The others were obediently digging. After all, they had a share in the treasure they dug. If they wanted to kill and steal, they could do it if they did not want to be hunted down by his son, who was the leader of the Gallic Chicken. They were afraid that they would die to enjoy it.
It was strange that Old Jerry, a grave robber, would have a son who was a leader, and he even came out to do such a high-risk job.
It turned out that Old Jerry really did graduate from the History Department of Jianqiao University. However, because his son was seriously ill and he loved his only son left by his deceased wife, he was just an ordinary clerk in the company. His salary was just enough to support his family, but he was still far from being able to treat this illness. Old Jerry borrowed money everywhere and owed a lot of debt, but he could only keep the child's illness in suspense. To completely cure him would cost a lot of money, but Old Jerry had no money at that time.
His luck was good. He succeeded at the beginning and made a lot of money. Because he had connections in the government, his accomplices did not dare to take his share. However, this money could not cure his son's illness. Old Jerry, who had confidence, finally did better and better. In the end, he formed a tomb raiding team. At this time, he cured his son, but the easy way to earn money from tomb raiding made him unable to extricate himself. Thus, he did it until today. Originally, he wanted to retire after finishing the last sum. His son had become the captain, and his future would be very good. This huge amount of property would definitely make him and his son live better than nobles in the future.
However, when Old Jerry was lecturing Anthony, the four special forces members next to him flashed behind them and placed their cold daggers on their necks. The few people who were originally relaxed immediately felt a bucket of cold water poured over their heads and feet. To be able to subdue them without the professional grave robbers noticing, they were definitely experts, so they wisely did not move.
The result was naturally that he was drugged and fainted before he could even say a word.
Lin Xing and the other three put the four people who looked like dead pigs into the jeep. After dealing with the unfinished cemetery, they left. They would meet their fate in Little River Town.
Lin Xin hated this kind of trash the most, actually digging up other people's ancestral graves and selling the cultural relics inside as if they were objects.
In the end, they still had to send their own people abroad to spend a large sum of money to buy their own things. This was such a humiliating thing. In the past, Lin Xin was powerless, but in this world, Lin Xin would never allow this to happen. Sooner or later, he would go and retrieve the cultural relics that belonged to his country in the same way. He would also have them send their country's cultural relics and national treasures to let the people of our country see how dazzling and colorful the artistic crystallization of a "civilized" country was. It is impolite not to reciprocate. Our country is a country of etiquette.
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