Chapter 3: Marshal, Miss Yu saved you again
“No problem!”
“No problem!”
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Nan Xiaoxiao raised the corners of her lips, thinking, such a powerful man... Her small tongue licked her cherry-red lips, gulping and swallowing her saliva.
Sleep, huh-
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At the same time, a mine was built in Wujiagou Village in the west of the city.
Zhan Hengyi and a dozen guards entered the mine in a coal truck.
The mine was pitch black. Adjutant Xu shone a flashlight and discovered that half of the mine had been hollowed out, and there was a deep tunnel further ahead.
At this time, Zhan Hengyi saw several men wearing coarse linen clothes, hunched over, and wearing fisherman's hats sneaking out of the tunnel entrance.
When those people saw the lights, they ran away.
"Stop!" Zhan Hengyi jumped directly off the coal car, his whole body exuding a cold and murderous aura, and rushed towards those people.
The guards followed closely behind.
Seeing that there was no way to escape, the group of people picked up a piece of ore nearby and threw it at Zhan Hengyi.
Zhan Hengyi simply turned his head to avoid it, flew forward, and kicked hard, kicking the group of people back into the tunnel.
The man cried out in pain and rolled around in the tunnel.
The guards acted bravely and quickly, and quickly captured all those people.
Zhan Hengyi stepped on the head of the man he had kicked away, pointed the black muzzle of the gun at him, and said in an extremely cold tone, "Where is the thing hidden! Tell me!"
Half a month ago, thieves broke into the ancestral home of Zhan Hengyi's grandfather, "Dongyuan", and all the antique collections in the house were stolen. The loss amounted to hundreds of millions. He sent people to investigate for half a month, and his subordinates reported this afternoon that they had found a clue that the items were hidden in the mine, so he brought people here secretly to look for them.
His grandfather was a prince of the previous dynasty with incredible wealth. After the fall of the previous dynasty, his house was well preserved and contained many antiques. Three years ago, when his grandmother passed away, his grandfather went to Mount Tai to practice Buddhism. Before leaving, he told him to guard the things in the house and he must not let his grandfather down.
He must recover the stolen antiques.
"It's, it's, it's hiding at the end of the tunnel." The man was shaking with fear.
"Take them all in, and twist off the head of the liar!" Zhan Hengyi gave the order, moved his jaw, and strode deep into the tunnel.
The tunnel was dug very deep, more than two thousand meters before reaching the end. Zhan Hengyi saw three Japanese-made iron doors embedded in the stone wall of the mine side by side.
The guards found a bunch of keys on one of the captured people. "Third Master, here are the keys."
Zhan Hengyi took the key.
"Puchi-"--The captured people bit their tongues to commit suicide one after another, and the only one left was the one who was kicked away by Zhan Hengyi just now.
The man watched his accomplice bite his tongue to commit suicide. He grinned, his mouth full of blood, and laughed mockingly, "Young Marshal, let's play a game!
Of these three doors, only one contains a treasure. The other two contain Japanese N76 bombs. Once the door is opened, the bombs will detonate. Boom! All of us will accompany you on your journey.
Also, this entire mine and the surrounding villages will be buried with us.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha ha!" The man laughed like crazy.
"Fuck!" The adjutant was furious and beat him up. "Tell me, which door is the treasure?"
The man's body convulsed, blood spurted out, his eyes bloodshot and ferocious, "I'm going to die either way, but with the young marshal by my side, it's worth it!"
This person would never tell you even if you kill him.
There are three doors in front of Zhan Hengyi and the others.
Red word 001, green word 002, yellow word 003.
"Young Marshal, which one should we choose?"
Zhan Hengyi stared at the colorful house numbers with cold eyes. Nan Xixi's bright and beautiful face suddenly flashed in his mind, and her voice echoed in his ears, "Since you are willing to trust me, let me remind you again, yellow."
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