Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 10: Infiltrating enemy nest assassins now

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Come downstairs to the Book Museum, Hong Fan took the car from the Chen Ang and hid in the alley. He just wanted to climb up and was stopped by Chen Ang.

"This old curator is not that simple. According to the information I have obtained, he can open such a large museum in Cairo, a backward and chaotic colonial country, not only on official face. In fact, As everyone in Cairo ’s three religions and nine generations knows that this museum ca n’t afford it, it ’s full of ancient Egyptian artifacts, and no one dares to do anything. ”

“It ’s the Shoulingmen ’s army that solves the trouble!” Hong Fan thinks this is normal. Of course, the Shoulingmen ’s army will not rely on the armed forces to fight the world like in the original plot. In fact, it is the deep-rooted snake here. , Their energy is amazing.

Facades like museums will certainly not be harassed by rogues who are not influential.

"But in some cases, the Lingling troops can't help much. A few years ago, a group of gangs planned to ransack here all night. They planned to get this ticket and went away, so they would not be taboo. But they touched After entering, it disappeared in this museum, and there was only the old curator at the time. "Chen Ang said a piece of information he confirmed.

Hong Fan also noticed the information contained in this intelligence, and his face changed: "You mean, this old curator's idea is in hand?"

The Chen Ang and Hong Fan looked at each other, and both had their minds in mind. Hong Fan said: "Since there is a spell in the mummy world, there will naturally be a worldview that harmonizes with it. We used to know that when we did the task of Fan Xinhai, There are supernatural forces in the current mission world, so the characters we contact are not as simple as in the movie. "

"Especially when we meet a little nobleman who has the blood of a knight, and the person who meets the Holy See, he will first-hand divine art. Since Imodoron knows spells, divine art, as a pharaoh, he has the power to prevent him from resurrecting, No supernatural inheritance is a strange thing. "Hong Fan already understood the meaning of Chen Ang and nodded.

Hong Fan posted on the outer wall of the museum, and with his fingertips climbing the edge of the wall, he pushed himself lightly over the wall. His footsteps were light and silent like a cat. Chen Ang looked at his back, Thoughtful look: "This technique is the assassin's footsteps in the Assassin's Creed. Falling from a height will not hurt you much, and there will be no footsteps when sneaking."

Hong Fan did n’t wear that classic hoodie, but from his costume, he can still see that he is an agile, agile, if necessary, able to carry out assaults, as usual, with a lot of damage.

Although the soft armor has increased a part of its weight, it also greatly strengthened its defense, indicating that he often has to fight against the enemy. The excellent design allows the soft armor to avoid affecting the flexibility of the body to the greatest extent. He relied on dexterity and agility to fight, and the pace he showed from time to time also showed that he had good frontal combat capabilities.

Generally speaking, it is close to the warrior and the assassin's fighting style. It is good at sneaking into the battle. The frontal battle is based on step dodge and agility to avoid damage.

Hong Fan still did n’t know that Chen Ang just saw so much from his costume. He quietly came to the window sill of the museum area, gently picked it with his right hand dagger, opened the window door, and turned over Enter, Chen Ang watched him enter the pavilion area, and also lightly pressed on the stone wall, just like a smart swallow, attached under the eaves.

The right hand was in luck and absorbed the sound of opening and closing windows into the palm of the hand. Chen Ang touched the museum from the second floor.

When Hong Fan looked at it, he was stunned and agile. Chen Ang easily locked the position of the curator. He was silently observing everything in a shadow. The curator ’s office area is not small, and there is only one entrance. The windows were also tightly closed, and the lights in the room were bright, and did not give anyone like Hong Fan a little chance.

The Chen Ang sighed secretly upon seeing this. He knew too well what kind of fighting method a professional like Hong Fan would use.

Sure enough, with a soft sound of metal knocking, the curator writing at the desk suddenly became alert. He shouted, "Evelyn?" No one answered in the exhibition hall. The curator said to himself : "Evelyn should go to sleep! It's almost dawn, and it won't be the thieves who steal things again!"

The curator grabbed the hardwood crutches next to him and reached out the door vigilantly.

Hong Fan ’s shadow slowly fell behind the curator. His steps were exceptionally dexterous. When he was still, he seemed to be integrated with the surrounding environment. Chen Ang recognized that his stealth skills had reached at least three, and more He learned a chameleon skill. When he shot, he attacked like lightning, and he hit the curator's back with his dagger handle.

Stun: Stun the enemy, making it temporarily unable to participate in the battle.

But Hong Fan is still careless, Chen Ang has never ignored the eyes of the lapis lazuli next to the statue of the eagle head. When the curator picked up the cane, a thin layer of light appeared on the surface of its gemstone eyeball. .

The kobold Jedi stone sculpture standing next to him violently moved. They held a spear and crossed to block Hong Fan ’s offensive line. The curator ran a few steps quickly and came to the side of the Tao Urn. The left hand grabbed a hand Spice powder, right hand took out a papyrus from his arms and shook it off, saying: "Wake up, sleeper! Protect your master!"

Talking about sprinkling spices on the mummies in the coffin next to them, the two stone statues that blocked Hong Fan suddenly turned blue flames with the eyes set with obsidian, and as they became more and more agile, the wisdom of the enemy also followed. Greatly increased.

Hong Fan ’s right palm was shot with the sound of wind and thunder, breaking the arm of the giant stone statue on the ground, but the curator was farther and farther away from him. In the sarcophagus between them, two The dried mummies struggled to crawl out, and the salted shell flax bandage was very tough, and Hong Fan's right hand could not cause damaging damage with the dagger.

The old curator dragged his body and ran, constantly summoning flies and locusts to attack Hong Fan ’s eyes, and finally came down hard and pushed a dried crocodile mummy beside him to the ground, using spells He summoned a small strand of yellow sand, controlled the wind and sand to cover Hong Fan's sight, and fled out of the door under the **** of another mummy.

When the curator ran out the door with the mummy, he saw someone in front of him blocking his way.

"Go up and kill them!" The curator hurriedly pointed at the mummy.

The sedge cursive in the curator ’s hand was shattered by bullets, and one turned to block the mummy ’s attack line with the curator ’s body. Chen Ang calmly took the trigger and made the sound clear to the curator. Without further ado, the curator raised his hand obediently, and when Hong Fan got rid of the harassment and rushed out of the museum, Chen Ang had already taken the amulet with him.

Chen Ang detached from the curator ’s neck and pockets and pulled out a beast tooth necklace, a scarab specimen, a bronze dog statue, and a gold cobra bracelet.

"Hey!" the curator stopped: "Is it okay not to move that one? That was a gift from my daughter."

Chen Ang shook the exquisitely crafted cobra bracelet in front of the curator's eyes, letting him see clearly the small scales on it, and then asked him: "Your daughter gave you a viper spell talisman as a gift?" He used two A finger pinched the head of the cobra bracelet, allowing the curator to see the blue venom inside.

"I don't think anyone would want to make it close to their body? Except its owner."