Chapter 608

Sitting in front of the desk, viscount rosbury calmly tidied up his collar. He was wearing the traditional dress of the British aristocracy and a wig cover. His face was always arrogant and mean. He could vaguely see the affectation of the traditional aristocracy, but he could feel the awe inspiring breath emanating from him.

He put his hand on the noble foil beside his leg, turned his eyes around Chen Ang's face, suddenly sneered, turned his head and asked the black blood clan next to Chen ang, "who is your excellency? Why do you treat my guests with such an impolite attitude?"

Viscount rosbury got up from his seat and Shi Shiran went to the side of the desk to stand. This position is just right. It can not only use the terrain of sundries to block the attack of most people, but also retreat behind the desk to resist at any time. Moreover, it is also very close to the window. When the situation is bad, it is also convenient for Viscount rosbury to escape at any time.

This ingenious practice is indeed the tradition of the British aristocracy. On the one hand, we should stand firm in face, on the other hand, we must not suffer for it.

This refined pragmatism can only be achieved by the Viscount rosbury, an old fox cooked in a noble dye vat. It is absolutely reasonable that this country can colonize the world for hundreds of years.

At this time, more than a dozen British soldiers in bright red and white uniforms and high black leather hats rushed from the corridor. Viscount rosbury quickly pulled out his foil, picked the tip like a poisonous snake, and drilled into the throat of a blood clan in black nearest to him. Even Chen ang did not expect that a noble who lived in honor should have such fast, accurate and ruthless swordsmanship.

The black blood clan reacted very quickly and quickly shrank back.

However, viscount rosbury's sword tip seemed to grow three inches out of thin air. With a slight shake at his wrist, he let the foil play a sword flower, increased the speed by half, and sent the sword tip into the throat of the blood clan.

The sharp tip of the sword pierced the throat bone of the man in black.

The British soldiers quickly rushed forward and prepared to meet the Viscount rosbury. They stabbed with bayonets. Two or three people in a group cooperated with tacit understanding to focus their strength on one point, ready to break through the siege of the black blood clan led by Chen ang. From the perspective of the situation, it seems that they have won the initiative.

But Chen Anglian was stingy to give them a little attention. He calmly walked to the Viscount rosbury's desk and looked thoughtfully at some documents and reports on it.

When Viscount rosbury felt the change from the tip of the sword, his face suddenly changed and shouted to the bodyguard, "be careful! They are not human!" but it seemed late at this time. The black blood clan pulled out a slip of bright knife light from behind the waist and popped up several times faster than the British soldiers. They were like a mysterious shadow, often only in an instant, It has passed.

When the machete in his hand crossed a curve, the British soldier pressed his hands tightly on the throat crossed by the machete, blood flowed from his throat, the body fell to the ground, and his eyes still looked incredible.

It was almost a massacre. In the narrow corridor, more than a dozen blood families in black came and went freely like a shadow. The blood family who was cut by Viscount rosbury waved a machete, opened Viscount rosbury's foil, turned the machete into a bright knife light, cut it out sparsely, and killed the key of viscount rosbury with the sound of tearing wind.

At this time, viscount rosbury suddenly recited a word in a loud voice. The silver ring on his right hand suddenly burst into a dazzling holy light. He went over the foil along his right hand. He fiercely took out the foil. The sword body trembled like a tough wicker, and several sword flowers burst out on his hand. The holy light hurt the eyes of the blood clan opposite him.

The Viscount of rosbury took the opportunity to stab the heart of the opposite blood clan with a foil and a sad light and shadow.

At the critical moment, Chen ang kicked the blood clan out for dozens of steps with one foot, and then his right foot bounced up like a poisonous dragon, slapped him heavily on the Viscount rosbury's face, beat him out like a ball, and fell on the back wall. The Viscount rosbury's neck tilted, and he was so unconscious.

Chen ang slowly put down his right foot and sighed, "I haven't touched anyone for a long time! My skills are rusty..."

Glancing at the blood clan saved by him, Chen ang drank coldly: "waste!" the black blood clan showed extremely frightened eyes. He trembled under Chen Ang's indifferent eyes. At this time, other black blood clans who had cleaned up the British soldiers who came to support could only look at him sympathetically. No one said a word in the whole process.

Chen ang pointed to the relevant information on the desk and said, "put them away, and then search the manor for me. I want all the information of the Suez Canal Company, as well as all the documents related to Viscount rosbury and the British mainland. Everyone else here will take them away. Anyone who dares to resist will be killed!"

Although everything went well, Chen Ang's face was not relaxed. He looked at the unconscious Viscount rosbury with a frown. It was not because the Viscount rosbury's strength was too strong, which surprised Chen ang.

On the contrary, the protection around Viscount rosbury is too weak. Viscount rosbury's own strength is no less than that of Hong Fan before strengthening. Coupled with more than a dozen elite British soldiers who protect him, it is enough to resist the joint efforts of Hong Fan and Zhang Ziqiang. Even if you are not careful, the reincarnation will capsize. However, it is ridiculous to say that this is the strength around the head of Suez Canal Company.

As Chen ang knows, the Suez Canal Company and the local church always wear a pair of trousers.

Viscount rosbury has always been protected by three priests and several healthy servants who are proficient in Indian yoga. There is also a team of black wrestlers who have infinite strength and are proficient in throwing skills, but Chen ang didn't see them today.

But it doesn't matter. Chen ang looked at Viscount rosbury and thought that it would not be a secret until Viscount rosbury became the eye of Horus. Chen ang led people to withdraw calmly from the manor, leaving only an empty building and many missing dignitaries. What happened today is like a boulder thrown into a pond. The dignitaries of this country can no longer convince themselves to turn a blind eye to what happened in Cairo. They must face up to the changes that are taking place.

The huge power of the eye of Horus slowly offset and swallowed up the huge undercurrent like a sponge. Their power and influence quietly calmed the matter like a bottomless abyss. The next morning in Cairo, it was still calm.

When Zhang Ziqiang saw Locke and Viscount rosbury who were being transformed into blood clan, he laughed wildly. He said proudly: "What else do they take to fight me now? Dr. Terrence, the number two figure of the Pharaoh's Mausoleum keeper, is one of us. Among the priests left by imorton, Locke, the number two figure, is still one of us. Even the hidden forces, the head of the Suez Canal Company and the Viscount rosbury are still our people."

"We are already in an invincible position! When Dr. Chen's tripartite plan is successful, it will really trigger the group war of the reincarnation team. At that time, it was actually us who issued the task to them! Ha ha!"

"I asked if your Lord God was stupid?" Chen ang asked him with his head tilted.

Zhang Ziqiang was stunned and said, "of course the LORD God is not stupid."

Chen ang said calmly, "the LORD God is not stupid. It will leave us so many loopholes that you can entrap people if you want? I can guarantee that if you plan to put them back and indirectly control these three organizations, the time and main task of reincarnation will be beyond your imagination."

Zhang Ziqiang suddenly got confused: "then why did you catch them?"

Chen ang smiled: "Do you think I'm really weakening the other two parties? In fact, I'm increasing their strength. After Viscount rosbury disappeared, the British side learned the relevant news, especially the existence of Horus's eye, and will send someone to regain the initiative of the situation. I believe the strength they sent again is definitely much stronger than before and strong enough to obtain an absolute advantage."

"After Locke, the No. 2 Figure organized by the Pharaoh priests, disappeared, I'm afraid Hafez, the No. 1 figure, could not sit still. In addition, I vaguely disclosed the news about the capital of the dead, he should leave for Cairo immediately."

"Cairo is our home. This time, the transformation of Locke and Viscount rosbury into blood clan is enough to help us obtain quite active intelligence advantages and further strengthen our penetration into the other three parties. I want to eat all the three parties and reincarnators in Cairo and promote the official founding of the eye of Horus!"

Zhang Ziqiang was stunned. He was shocked and said, "founding a nation? You want to control Egypt!"

"Yes, we have done so much work in the mummy world. Is it for a plot mission?" Chen ang asked, "according to our current intelligence investigation, look..." He pushed some documents over, and Zhang Ziqiang hurriedly read the title of the document, "Chinese warlords tried to dig the mausoleum of Qin Shihuang," "reporting reporters' personal experience of zombie wounding," "Legends of the Holy Grail and Templar," "Maya Crystal Skull," "the British government has been sending people all over the world to investigate the clues of the ark," "Dr. Indiana Jones related investigation."

Zhang Ziqiang's breathing was hurried. He tightly dragged these relevant information, and then heard a big material shaken off by Chen ang: "I have locked the location of the Egyptian ancient tomb where the ark of the covenant is buried..."

Zhang Ziqiang couldn't help it any more. He roared excitedly: "then go dig! What do you care about that imoden... The ark is higher than the sun golden Sutra and the black Sutra of the dead. I don't know how much. With the ark, who cares about the broken scriptures in Egypt! It's at least an S-class artifact, containing at least ten stars of power!"

"Then what?" Chen ang asked, "just a little imorton can kill you and open the branch mission of the ark? Can you play with the LORD God?"

Chen ang put his hands on the table and said slowly, "even without these, mummies are also the main world of a trilogy. Next, there are two main tasks, the Scorpion King and the first imperial mausoleum, which span decades. It is worth operating and waiting for. For the business potential, what is greater than creating a country and controlling the development of a country?"

Chen Ang's voice seduced Zhang Ziqiang like a devil: "think about Egypt as the center of the story. If we use Horus's eyes to establish a state of independence in Egypt, how powerful will we be in this plot century? What branch tasks can't be completed? Even we can use it as a springboard to go to China..."

"Go to China!" was like an irresistible temptation, which suddenly broke through Zhang Ziqiang's shaky defense line, and he immediately fell into this huge picture cake.

Chen ang was still not enough. He continued to add a force and said, "after the mummy is completed, the next plot is mummy 2. The time is 1933. Thirteen years later, if the eye of Horus is established successfully and developed for thirteen years, what terrible power it can accumulate. If Hong Fan really advanced the blood clan Allah, what degree will his descendants expand to in thirteen years?"

"At that time, Xiu said that it was the main plot of mummy II, that is, the ark branch plot. If we want to open it, is there any possibility of failure? Mummy III was in 1947, 27 years from now, what about that time? And the branch plot of Indiana Jones, and even the plot of Taoist Mao Shan in China... This plot world will be your home."

Chen ang asked solemnly, "isn't such a great benefit worth our risk?"

Zhang Ziqiang murmured, "of course it's worth it..."