Chapter 258

Africa, Egypt, a lively border market.

A woman with a black scarf on her head and only one pair of eyes is walking stealthily in the street. She looks around every distance to see if anyone is paying attention to her.

In fact, she is not native to Egypt, but from the distant United States of America. Her name is mora mactagot, an outstanding female CIA agent.

According to the impression of map data in her mind, Mora soon came to the outside of a large stone house and quickly slipped into the yard while no one was paying attention.

In this stone yard, a middle-aged Sunglasses uncle with a gun around his waist is sorting out the flower blanket on the ground. In fact, under this flower blanket, there is a passage to the underground mausoleum. The flower blanket covers the entrance of the passage, which can't be seen by outsiders.

"Do you sell carpets here?"

Mora asked the middle-aged Sunglasses uncle who was coming up with a wary face in her not particularly skilled Egyptian language.

Of course, Mora knew there was something wrong with the carpet. She was just pretending to be ignorant to relax each other's vigilance.

"You can't just come in here!"

The middle-aged uncle Sunglasses waved his hand to the left and right, indicating that this place belongs to private territory and asked Mora to leave here quickly.

"That carpet is beautiful. Does it sell?"

Mora continued to play dumb, staring at the carpet with her eager eyes, and asked reluctantly.

"As I said, you can't come in..."

Middle aged uncle Sunglasses reached out and tried to push Mora out of the backyard and drive her away.

However, just halfway through his words, Mora's innocent little eyes glittering with crystal tears suddenly changed. There was a trace of fierce intention in his eyes. Raising his hand was a powerful side hand attack and cut it on his throat.

Being hit hard by this, the middle-aged Sunglasses uncle couldn't breathe for a moment. Subconsciously, he pinched his throat with his hand, choking, as if he was about to suffocate.

Seizing this opportunity, Mora quickly took the pistol inserted in the waist of middle-aged uncle sunglasses, knocked him on the head with a heavy metal butt, knocked him unconscious and fainted on the spot.

After finishing the guy in charge of the guard, Mora took off her black scarf covering 90% of the area of her head, took off her long black coat, dressed in light jeans, and walked to the strange flower carpet.

According to the information collected by the CIA's permanent office in Egypt, there is definitely something fishy in this stone yard. It is said that there are secrets about a powerful mutant.

So mora, a beautiful woman, was given a heavy responsibility by the CIA and came here alone to try to further investigate the truth. If she succeeds, it can be proved that female CIA agents are not inferior to male agents, and straight men should not be biased against women's field ability!

Mora bent down and opened the flower carpet. Sure enough, she found that it was a covered entrance, under which there was a dark and deep stone passage.

Mora opened the small one shoulder leather bag she was carrying, took out a fully electric flashlight from the bag, held the flashlight and climbed carefully down the wooden ladder.

After entering the underground space, Mora found that the area of this underground space is even larger than expected. All kinds of channels are dazzling. There are accumulated stones everywhere. Occasionally, he can see the stone structure of individual triangles, which looks like the tip of a pyramid.

It is not difficult to infer that it was an ancient pyramid many years ago. Later, the pyramid collapsed and was buried underground. With the development of history and the passage of time, it has become a frontier market inhabited by people today.

Mora took pictures with a flashlight in one hand and a mobile phone in the other hand. She photographed the valuable pictures found along the way, such as the collapsed pyramid tip, ancient unknown murals, white bones pressed by stones and so on.

After exploring for a short time, Mora gradually heard the voice of a group of people in the deeper part of the underground ruins of the pyramid.

"There are others here. It seems that I have to be more careful."

Mora adjusted the light intensity of the flashlight to the weakest level, and the movement under his feet was lighter and slower. According to the feeling in his ears, he moved deeper along the track of sound propagation.

Soon, she came near the sound source.

A group of Egyptian aborigines knelt around the tip of a huge pyramid with their hands folded.

Mora quickly found a corner with a better view and not easy to be noticed at the same time. He hid there silently and observed the strange things that the group of Egyptian Aborigines were doing.

"Almighty God!"

"Please give us strength, please give us power!"

"The great Almighty God!"

"We are your loyal believers, so please give us strength, power and light!"

“……”

A dozen indigenous people knelt down and chanted respectful calls.

Reading, the originally dim pyramid tip, that is, the shell of the emperor's coffin sleeping by the apocalypse, suddenly became bright!

Almighty God, finally revealed!

This group of indigenous people showed an excited smile on their faces and were extremely excited. They knelt lower and expressed their absolute piety without stingy.

With the passage of time, the light on the tip of the pyramid is more and more bright, even to the strong light that hurts people's eyes, which is unbearable.

Believers kneeling around, look at me, I look at you. Finally, under the lead of the oldest old man, he quickly stood up with his hands, tilted his head and covered his eyes. He only dared to look at the incomparably dazzling pyramid tip in front of him with the rest of his eyes, and kept retreating.

Seeing this miraculous scene, Mora's heart was also hot. I didn't expect that she would have such a great harvest this time!

Mora quickly extended the hand holding the mobile phone to the outside of the shelter and photographed the "miracle" scene.

The so-called no picture, no truth. If Mora doesn't shoot convincing practical evidence, few people will believe her if she tells the miracles she witnessed here today, especially the old stereotypes of the CIA.

At the same time, the Apocalypse sleeping in the coffin at the tip of the pyramid slowly raised his blue eyelids and opened his deep eyes at the call of believers.

Five thousand years later, the first mutant in the world, the Apocalypse finally woke up again!

PS. the timeline is based on this book. The Apocalypse is awakened after the 21st century.