Search for Treasure Worldwide Chapter 2406: The disaster of genocide
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The convoy started again, escorted by a large number of Honduran military police, and drove to the five-star hotel not far away.
When the convoy passed the intersection in front and turned onto another adjacent street, Ye Tian and the others saw the protesting crowd gathered around the hotel, as well as a large number of Honduran military police with live ammunition.
Most of the protesting crowds were Indians, or should we say Mayans, wearing national costumes, holding spears and shields, wearing various feather crowns, and their faces and bodies covered with oil paint.
In addition, there are many Hispanics, Spanish and Indian mixed-race people, Indians, and a few white people in modern clothes in the crowd. These guys should be the Honduran opposition party who intends to fish in troubled waters.
In such an occasion, reporters from the media who are afraid of chaos are naturally indispensable, and there are quite a few reporters gathered here, including local media in Honduras and reporters from major news media around the world.
Needless to ask, most of these media reporters came to interview the tripartite joint exploration team and Ye Tian and the others, but they did not expect that they would encounter an even more exciting scene.
A small number of the media, mainly local media in Honduras, should have been recruited by the opposition party, or were the mouthpieces of the opposition party, to report on the protests and demonstrations, and then fan the flames.
Of course, there are still a few familiar faces hidden in the crowd. They are the security personnel who take orders from Ye Tian. They pretend to be tourists or protesters to mix in the crowd and observe the surrounding situation.
At this time, the situation at the scene has relaxed a lot, and it is not as tense as before.
Or it should be said that the Mayans holding spears and shields were suppressed by a large number of professional soldiers armed with automatic rifles, and had no choice but to stop.
It can be seen that the Mayans wearing national costumes and covered with oil paint stared angrily at the Honduran military police inside the cordon, but they dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.
Of the Honduran opposition parties that incited the Mayans to come to protest, few stood at the forefront. They all retreated into the crowd, using the Mayans to protect themselves.
Obviously, these are a bunch of out-and-out **** who only want to use the simple Mayans to achieve their own goals, without any intention of making any sacrifices.
In the country of Honduras, those who engage in politics may be this kind of people. Otherwise, how could this country become worse and worse and fall into **** step by step?
While Ye Tian and the others were observing the scene, almost everyone around the hotel was also looking at this huge convoy.
As the convoy arrived, there was an immediate commotion at the scene. Some impulsive Mayans outside the cordon even raised their spears and waved them incessantly, demonstrating to the convoy and Ye Tian.
The voices of protests rang out again, but the shouts were either in Spanish or Indian Highland. Ye Tian and the others couldn't understand them at all, and they didn't care at all.
The tweeter that had just gone silent sounded again.
Representatives of the Honduran government began to calm the emotions of the protestors at the scene, still speaking in Spanish and Indian Highland language.
The Honduran military police responsible for maintaining order at the scene have raised their alert level, loaded their bullets, and are ready to suppress the situation at any time.
Looking at the situation outside the car window, David couldn't help but sigh.
"I'll go! This scene is too exaggerated! We have been to so many countries before, and this is the first time we have encountered such a fierce protest scene. To say that we are the target of public criticism is obviously too light, and public enemies seem more appropriate!"
Ye Tian looked at the situation outside the car window, then sneered and said:
"All of this is because of poverty. When people have nothing to lose, it is not difficult to understand why they are crazy. We have passed through so many countries before, but this is the first one to be so poor!"
While talking, the motorcade had already reached the edge of the protest crowd, then passed through the channel opened by the Honduran military police and headed towards the entrance of the hotel.
The Mayans who gathered on both sides of the passage and stayed outside the cordon suddenly became louder in protest. They raised their voices and waved their primitive weapons vigorously in protest.
Perhaps the chiefs of various tribes have warned them, but these seemingly angry Mayans did not do anything drastic to detonate this huge powder keg.
In fact, at the front outside the cordon, Ye Tian did see a few elderly Indians wearing feather crowns and watching the convoy.
These old Indians were surrounded by many tough young people. They also behaved relatively calmly, just standing there with a gloomy face.
In a moment, the motorcade arrived at the door of the hotel and slowly stopped.
Immediately afterwards, the heavily armed Mattis got out of the car first, and quickly dispersed and became alert.
The Honduran military police who were originally guarding the hotel entrance could only spread outward to take charge of peripheral security.
After confirming that the scene was safe, Ye Tian, David, and a group of people from the Columbia University School of History got out of the car one after another and stood at the door of the hotel.
With the appearance of Ye Tian and others, the entrance to the hotel suddenly became more lively.
Many media reporters from Honduras and around the world started asking questions at the top of their lungs, scrambling for fear of missing this rare opportunity.
The Mayans who gathered to protest near the entrance of the hotel, as well as those from the Honduran opposition party, also seemed to have been beaten to death, and the protest became louder.
Ye Tian seemed not to hear these noisy sounds and did not give any response.
He shook hands with Honduras Vice President Alvarez and Hernando who were waiting at the door of the hotel, and then walked into the so-called five-star hotel under the leadership of the hotel manager.
Other Intrepid Exploration Company employees and security personnel, as well as a group of people from Columbia University, also entered the hotel one after another, leaving the protesting crowd behind.
Soon, twenty minutes passed.
After checking into the guest room and taking a short rest, Ye Tian took David and others, escorted by Matisse and others, to the door of a conference room in this hotel.
Outside the door of this conference room, he saw a number of dignitaries such as Hernando and the mayor of Honduras, as well as several strange Hispanic men in suits and ties.
After Hernando's introduction, he learned that those guys were representatives of the Honduran opposition party, and it was these guys who started the protests outside the hotel.
As usual, Ye Tian said a few polite words to these guys and shook their hands one by one, acting very decently.
During this process, one of the leading Hispanic men said:
"Mr. Steven, we want to participate in your meeting with the Mayan tribal chiefs in the conference room, even if we just listen in"
Without any hesitation, Ye Tian directly rejected the other party's request.
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Conte, I'm afraid I can't meet your request. I have no interest in participating in your domestic politics in Honduras. This is our company's consistent principle.
My meeting with these Mayan tribal chiefs in the conference room will never involve the politics of your country. You can rest assured that not only you, but also Hernando and the others will be treated the same way."
After finishing speaking, Ye Tian nodded at this person, then turned and walked towards the door of the conference room guarded by his own armed security personnel.
Looking at the leader of the Honduran opposition party, Mr. Conte, his face turned purple and extremely ugly, and his eyes were full of anger and greed.
Arriving at the door of the conference room, Cole, who was fully armed and guarding the door, nodded slightly, then reached out and pushed open the door of the conference room.
The moment the door opened, Ye Tian saw the Mayan tribe chiefs sitting in the conference room with anxious expressions. The other party also looked at them curiously.
Ye Tianchong nodded to the tribal chiefs, and then walked into the conference room with David, Matisse, and Professor Delgado, who acted as translator.
When they entered, Cole immediately closed the conference room door, blocking the view of everyone outside.
In the conference room, Ye Tian shook hands with several Mayan tribe chiefs one by one and introduced himself. Professor Delgado, who was next to him, was responsible for translating.
These Mayan tribal chiefs obviously don’t understand modern social etiquette. We have just met each other. Before Ye Tian and the others could sit down, a tribal chief said with a stiff neck:
"Mr. Steven, the treasure of the Golden City of the Mayan Empire belongs to us Indians and all Mayans. No one else can take this treasure away, including you!"
Ye Tian looked at the tribal chief, then sneered and said:
"Without our company, can you Mayans find the treasure of the Golden City? If you can, how come the legend of the treasure of the Golden City of the Mayan Empire has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, but you have never been able to find the treasure?
Even if, as you said, the treasure of the Golden City belongs to you Mayan tribes, after you find the treasure of the Golden City, can you keep the treasure? With your strength, you may only get disaster!
You should be very clear about the situation in Honduras, Guatemala, and El Salvador. I am sure that the day you get the treasure of the Golden City will be the beginning of the **** killings!
By then, those of you who are struggling to survive in the tropical rain forests and highlands may encounter crazy killings or even genocide before you can enjoy the gold and silver in the treasures! ”
As Professor Delgado translated these words, the Mayan tribe chiefs were stunned, and everyone's eyes were filled with fear.
And this small conference room suddenly became quiet, leaving only the sound of heavy and rapid breathing