C4

Han Wenyi had the habit of waking up early in the morning. As she was sitting cross-legged and circulating her internal energy for a week, she heard someone knocking on her door. Opening the door, Ben smiled as he stood outside the door. "Good morning. It was too late yesterday. I didn't disturb your rest. We're leaving at 8 o'clock. Are there any problems?"

Han Wenyue also smiled, "Of course. Good morning, Uncle."

"Good morning, both of you." Zhao Zhiqiu, who was next door, had at some point walked out. He was wearing the earthy yellow canvas coat that he had washed last night, including his hat. He carried a travel bag on his back and a canteen on his waist, as well as the katana in his hand.

"Morning." Han Wenyue smiled. Ben opened his mouth and was stunned for a moment before saying, "Zhao … "Oh, Zhiqiu, good morning!" Obviously, he was a little unfamiliar with Zhao Zhiqiu's current appearance.

"Mr. Omorse, everything is ready. We can leave at any time. Would you like to wake Sammer and Philly?"

Ben quickly looked away from Zhao Zhiqiu, lowered his head and thought for a while. "No need, tell the hotel owner to send a message to them and tell them to wait here for us." Oh, and let the waiter come up and take our luggage down. "

Kevin nodded and went downstairs. In just a minute, not only did the waiter come, Kavazhi was leading the charge with his arms wide open, shouting, "Oh my God, Mr. Ben, why did you leave after staying the night?" Is it because I didn't treat you well enough? "

"Of course not, Mr. Kavazzi," Ben replied with a wry smile. "I'm just going to the Red Scorpion shrine for an expedition."

"Red Scorpion?!" Kowalski let go of Ben and took a step back. At that moment, he felt that this boss who seemed so snobbish was not as simple as he thought, because at this moment, Kavazhi's gaze was very complicated.

After a short while, Kavazhi returned to normal and slapped his forehead, "Good heavens!" What are you talking about? I've been running a hotel here for almost ten years, but I've never heard of such a place, let alone a Red Scorpion clan. I think you must have been fooled by that sot Ali Mohan, who only knows how to cheat the money of foreign tourists to drink. There are guests from all over Hammer Village, but I've never heard of any Red Scorpion tribe. "

Had it not been for the surprised and complicated expression on Kowalski's face when he heard Ben mention the Red Scorpion, Ben might have thought he had been fooled by the alcoholic, Ali Mohan. Ben was not only an archaeologist, but also the heir to a big family. He was also an extremely successful businessman, and in the negotiations between the shopping malls, sometimes a small expression and movement from the other side would reveal some of their intentions.

Ben laughed silently. "But he didn't ask me for any compensation."

Kavazzi opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

For the first time, Ben took the initiative to stretch out his hand and grasp the hand of the dazed Kavazhi. He smiled and said, "Alright then, Mr. Kavazhi, if you would please notify Samir and Ferry to wait for us here. "Oh, and keep the room for us. I believe we'll meet again soon. Of course, let's pay the rent. Goodbye!" After saying that, he led Han Wenyue and the rest, as well as the waiter with the bag down the stairs.

Kavazhi stared blankly until Ben and the others disappeared into the doorway. He cursed out in a low voice as he rushed down to his office. He flipped a small lamp on the wall and the cabinet on the other side of the wall moved away, revealing two tightly closed metal doors. After skillfully typing in a series of codes on a small keyboard next to the door, the metal door opened, and Kavazzi entered the room. In two seconds, the metal door closed again, and the file cabinet and lamp returned to their original position, as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, Hammer, who had already left, was advancing towards the center of the boundless sea of sand.

"So calm. Nothing happened." Han Wenyue pondered as the camel following behind Kevin and company walked forward at a rhythmic pace. He had long since forgotten his previous interest in roaming the desert on a camel. After all, he had been walking for an entire morning.

"According to what I've said before, it's just a task for me to cooperate and escort them. But if it's really that simple, there doesn't seem to be a need for them to travel all the way to find me, right?" Han Wenyue turned around to look at Zhao Zhiqiu, who was not far behind her, "Then what is his goal?" Is it really that simple to find someone? "

A loud and hurried electronic voice interrupted Han Wenyue's thoughts. At the same time, it also startled a few people around her. Han Wenyi frowned and took out a large black phone from her waist. Although this kind of satellite phone was not popular at the moment, it was no longer a luxury. Its signal and function were incomparable to ordinary phones and could be used to communicate globally.

"Hello? Wen Yue? " It was clearly a young and excited voice on the other side of the phone. Han Wenyue slightly moved the phone away from her ear. From the voice, she knew it was Yun Fan: "It's me."

"Ha!" It's really you. Sigh, let me tell you, this phone you gave me is really too easy to use. I deliberately brought that fellow Little Lin's worn-out phone here to give it a try, but there's no signal at all! " The voice on the other end of the phone became even more excited, not so much talking as shouting.

"What's a broken cell phone? Why didn't you say anything about it? More than 4000 yuan has already turned into nothing but trash. If you have the ability, then take out that antique of yours for a try! " Another voice came from the other end of the phone, but it didn't seem to be as confident as Yun Fan. It sounded a bit weaker.

The sound of an argument came to his ears. These two were his best buddies, and it could be said that they were even closer than brothers. However, there was a huge difference in personality between Yun Fan and Little Lin. They loved to bicker whenever they saw each other, but they couldn't be separated from each other.

Han Wenyue fed them loudly a few times before waking up the two fiercely quarreling fellows, "Alright Yunfan, stop messing around. Give Little Lin a call, let's get down to business."

"Hey, are you? You promised to give me this phone, how can you give it to him? "It doesn't matter. I said I invited you to eat a lot of times just for this phone …"

Han Wenyue was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. This fellow was really good at tormenting people: "Alright Yunfan, you just need to lend him some, okay? "It's just a loan. Also, if you talk so much nonsense every time you call, don't even think about me paying you another phone bill!"

Immediately afterwards, he heard the sounds of people sucking in cold air from the other end of the phone, followed by soft rubbing sounds and some muttering. After that, a gentle and refined voice was heard.

Han Wenyue laughed again. One must know that the cost of using this type of phone was quite high. It seemed that in the future, she would be able to use this method to blackmail Yun Fan.

"Wenyue, we are in Gansu and everything is going well. How are things on your side? " A refined voice sounded, it was completely not as sharp and sharp as the one he had exchanged blows with Yun Fan earlier.

"It's about the same as what I expected, very calm. It shouldn't be that difficult. The only troublesome thing is that he ate quite a lot of sand." Han Wenyi laughed.

"Same here, same here, we eat no less than you. "Speaking of which, you're still travelling abroad!" Laughter came over the phone, "However, I have to remind you that the calmer it is now, the more troublesome it will be later. You should be careful."

Han Wenyue laughed: "I was originally planning on saying these words to you guys, but why are you saying the opposite now? I think it's better for all of you to be careful, so that you don't miss anything. Moreover, I heard that the Spirit Demon Dao is very strong. "

"Haha, there's no problem with the information this time around. This time, however …" The moment Han Wenyi heard this, a loud rustling sound came over Little Scales. The noise lasted about ten seconds, and then nothing was heard.

Han Wenyue stared blankly for a moment, then took the phone over. There was no message on the LCD screen.

"Strange, is there no electricity?" Han Wenyue muttered as she pressed a few buttons on the phone. However, he quickly overturned his own thoughts. This modified phone had a standby time of two months. He had just charged it before departing and had only received one phone call.

Beside him, Ben took out another phone from his pocket. "Use mine."

Han Wenyue reached out to take it, then bitterly smiled: "Uncle, yours is also out of electricity."

Ben frowned. "Maybe Philly forgot to charge it?"

"Forget it, there's nothing major anyway." Han Wenyi laughed.

No one had noticed that Zhao Zhiqiu, who was standing at the very back of the group, suddenly had an exceptionally sharp look in his eyes.

As night fell, the temperature began to drop. The silver basin of the moon floated up to the sky. Under its light, the vast desert emitted a snow-like radiance, making it extremely visible. At this moment, three mercenaries were standing guard around the bonfire.

While Jack was holding a scorpion onto the bonfire, he was complaining to a soldier beside him, "Are you kidding me? Look at those two pretty boys, one with a sword on his back, the other with a knife. Are they going to the middle of the desert to make a movie?"

The soldier at the side shrugged, but didn't reply. He poured a cup of coffee from the pot on the fire and drank it by himself.

Jack was obviously not satisfied with their attitude. He rolled his eyes and said to an Asian soldier, "Hey, Tiger, am I right?"

On the other hand, the soldier called Taigel was one of the few in the team who did not follow him around. His calm personality was somewhat similar to that of Kevin. At this moment, he had his hands on his knees and was looking at the desert in the distance. Hearing Jack's question, he replied in a neutral tone, "Looks like you're still brooding over that match with Han!"

"Of course!" Jack rolled his eyes and shouted, "In terms of fighting techniques, none of us have more say than you, right? Tell me, if that kid didn't know magic, would he be able to beat me? I am at least 30 pounds heavier than he is! "

This was not an exaggeration. When Tiger had just joined the army, Jack had made his usual mistake of treating Tiger in every way, and in the end, when the latter couldn't stand it any longer, he broke four of his ribs with a kick. Jack stayed still for a while. Jack later learned that this Thai man, Tiger, had been a famous underground boxer before joining the army, and that because his boss had asked him to play fake boxing, he had beaten his boss and his three bodyguards into a vegetable and joined the mercenary group to avoid being hunted down. Only then did Jack realize that his so-called karate was not invincible, and when he and Tiger became good friends, Jack began to learn hard Thai boxing.

Tiger turned his head and looked at Jack. "If you fight me, how long do you think you'll last?"

This time, Jack surprisingly did not brag. He thought for a while and said, "5 minutes..." "Within that range?" Jack knew exactly what he was capable of in front of Tiger, who was trained strictly in Thai boxing.

Taigel suddenly sighed, "If I were to fight him, I would probably only be able to last about five minutes."

Jack's mouth was open in an O shape. Taigel continued, "But I must find an opportunity to fight him in a match, constantly challenging the strong. This is my goal to survive."

At this time, the soldier beside Jack suddenly spoke up, "Do you know how I felt when you fought with Han? It was like watching a movie from Z Country. He kicked you to a height of at least fifteen feet, then jumped up and kicked you down again. Have you ever seen anyone jump fifteen feet? Just like our self-proclaimed Battalion Commander Z-guotong always said: The mysterious Z-guo! It was time to add one more word, the mysterious people of Z. But I think the most amazing thing is that you're not injured? "

Just as Jack was still in a daze, Taigel continued, "Zigzag has an ancient saying, 'Familiar makes perfect,' Fighting techniques are the same. 'I think that it is an ingenious type of strength control. Z Country's kung fu is as long as Z Country's history. Its mysteriousness and power are unimaginable to you Westerners. Almost all the fighting techniques in Asia are greatly influenced by Z Country's kung fu. It could even be said that Z Country's kung fu is the source of Asian fighting techniques. For example, the karate path that you are most familiar with is the one where some of the fist arts along the coast of Z Country were spread to the Neon, and were developed by the Neon people. "

Jack opened his mouth and listened in a daze, not noticing that the scorpion on his knife had turned into charcoal. In a moment, he felt that the knife in his hand was hot enough to burn his hand. He hastily threw the knife to the side.

Tiger continued, "As for that frail young man …" His expression suddenly became anxious, he crouched down and put his ear to the sand to listen for a few seconds, "Someone's coming …" It sounds like there are about 30 horses, be on alert! "

Jack also heard it. The black man's hearing was usually strong, so he instantly dashed to the camel lying in front of the campfire at a speed incongruous with his body. He picked up the American M16 rifle that was hanging behind him and ordered the soldiers beside him in a low voice, "Alec, wake up everyone!" By this time, Tiger had his gun out and was aiming behind the camel on the other side.

It should be said that the training of this group of mercenaries was extremely excellent. In less than a minute, they had already taken their positions. From their bodies, not a single trace of their sloppy movements could be seen. Even the campsite had been arranged beforehand. The bonfire in the middle, the tents that surrounded the bonfire, and the camels at the outermost of the campsite were all camels. In the desert, the camels that were laid down could be used as fortifications and moved around as well.

Fortunately, everyone slept in their clothes, so Han Wenyue, Zhao Zhiqiu, Ben and Ali Mohan came out of the tent one after the other.

Seeing Kevin waving beside the camel, the others hurriedly walked over to his lower body. Han Wenyue had been meditating in the tent earlier, but in truth, he had already faintly heard some sounds. As his inner force cultivation had grown, his senses were also much sharper than an average person's. However, as of right now, he couldn't compare to the veteran mercenaries who were often rolling around on the line of death.

A few spots of light began to appear in the distance, looking like torches. Kevin ordered a soldier beside him, "Send a signal. Identify the enemy as a friend. Try your best to avoid conflict." For him, the most important task at the moment was to protect Ben and Han Wenyue's safety. However, the signal light beside him did not light up for a long time. Kevin was somewhat infuriated. "What's going on?"

As the soldier fiddled with the light, he replied, "Head, I don't know why, but it's not lit."

In just a short moment, the other side had already pushed their way to within sixty meters of the campsite. They could already vaguely make out the newcomer's appearance. Kevin heaved a sigh of relief. None of the thirty-three people had guns. They only had a scimitar hanging by their side. If they were to fight, these few daggers would not be a threat to them.

The group stopped more than 20 metres away from the camp. All 30 of them had a scorpion-shaped pattern painted on their robes on their left chest. The silence between the heaven and earth had reached its peak, and all that could be heard was the clatter of the hooves on the sand. A burly Arab man stepped out of the crowd. His beard was so thick that it matched Kavazhi's. A terrifying scar covered his entire right cheek. He slowly scanned through the crowd hiding behind the camel. When he saw the black muzzle of the gun, his expression became extremely disapproving. He then placed his right hand on his chest and bowed in an Arab manner that everyone understood. He then said, "Guests in the distance, the forbidden zone is in front of us. Please turn back immediately. Other than here, there are many other, better scenery for you to enjoy." He spoke in standard English, but his tone carried an unquestionable tone.

Han Wenyue was able to guess the origins of these people. In the middle of the desert, these people were all riding horses. In the desert, the durability of a horse was not even worth mentioning compared to a camel.

Seeing that no one replied, the big sized man continued to ask: "Who is in charge? Please come out and talk. "

Kevin frowned. In this situation, he could not let Ben or Han Wenyi take the risk. Just as he was about to answer, Han Wenyue had already stood up. Ben patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "They don't look like they have any evil intentions. Let Wen Yue handle them."

At this moment, apart from a few mercenaries with guns aiming at her, the rest of their attention was focused on Han Wenyue, who was slowly walking away. Han Wenyue was originally very handsome, but her figure was tall and straight. With the addition of the long sword on her back, she looked quite confident and at ease. The Arab race was strong, and had a blind adoration for martial arts, especially for those who relied on their own strength, not on modern weapons. Because of this, it was easier for Han Wenyue, who carried a sword, to gain their acknowledgement and respect.

Han Wenyue opened her mouth and said, "I'm called Han Wenyue, I'm from Z Country." Then he clasped his hands. To be honest, Han Wenyue didn't know if the other side could understand Z Nation's most common etiquette, but from nearly 20 meters away, the other side was still riding his horse. It was obviously unrealistic to shake hands with someone.

The big man held his chest with his right hand and bowed on the horse, "Mr. Han, you can call me Baja." The majority of the people of the Arab world were friendly towards the people of Z, and in this regard, it can be said that Z had always been deeply opposed to the war between the United States and Europe and the Arab world. On the other hand, it was also influenced by the trade between Z and the Arab world.

Han Wenyi laughed, "Mr. Baha, may I ask for your reason?"

Baha subconsciously furrowed his brows. "The Quicksand District is in front of us, and it is extremely dangerous. For everyone's safety, please go to Hammer City to enjoy the sunset."

Ali Mohan, who only had half his head exposed, muttered to himself, "I've walked in this desert for dozens of years, but I've never heard of any quicksand zones. There aren't even sandstorms here …" Before he could finish his words, Bach's expression suddenly became abnormally cold. He stared at Ali Mohan's face with a gaze as sharp as knives. The pitiful old man forcefully swallowed the remaining words he was about to say.

Ba Ha turned around with a serious face. "Mr. Han, please forgive us for not being able to tell you the truth, but an abnormality will happen in front of us. We don't know how dangerous the situation is, so please go back." This time, his tone was very sincere.

Han Wenyue's heart skipped a beat. The other party's words clearly showed that he had a certain level of understanding towards the Tower of Sleep. Moreover, from what he had said just now, this Arab man was quite kind-hearted. Thinking up to here, Han Wenyue took out a silver cross from her collar, but if one looked carefully, they would see that it wasn't a cross at all. Its shape was extremely peculiar, in front was a silver angel, and behind his back was a huge sword. This cruciform accessory was made in an exceptionally exquisite manner. Under the snow-like moonlight, it emitted a silver light. Han Wenyi shook her hand. "This, do you know?

Baha's expression suddenly became extremely strange. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Han Wenyue secretly laughed. It seemed like he really did get the point.

Sure enough, after a brief moment of silence, Baha finally spoke up: "How did you get the Holy Sword Emblem? "Oh, I see. You're the Z that Alex mentioned."

Han Wenyue smiled. "Can we go over now?"

Ba Ha shook his head. "Please forgive me, Mister Han. I think your request is over. Our Sacred Land's guards will officially take over this matter. Of course, this is also the meaning of the Holy City. Please go back."

Han Wenyue stared blankly for a moment. He didn't think that this would turn out to be the result, and in this situation, he was unwilling to return. But, in his heart, he was still a bit worried about the safety of his own group, and just as he was hesitating, Zhao Zhiqiu suddenly said, "Since we're here, how can we go back so easily?" His English was harsh, but it was easy to understand.

Baja's knife-like gaze once again swept over them and stopped on Zhao Zhiqiu's face. "Gentlemen, I am sorry, but for your safety, if you do not leave, I do not mind using force."

Zhao Zhiqiu was not afraid in the slightest. He looked Baha in the eye and asked, "Do you want to try?"