If the bragging comes true, then it doesn’t count as bragging.

Now, the Huai'an Bureau can be said to be fully equipped with strong troops.

The only drawback is that.

Ning Yuan reported to the superiors and applied for the purchase of two armed helicopters, but there was no reply from the superiors.

Really picky.

At this time, a security guard came from behind holding a black panther.

Ning Yuan saw it, raised his hand and called out: "Black Panther, come here."

"Woof." Black Panther barked.

He broke free from the security guard's hand and ran towards Ning Yuan, wagging his tail happily.

"Ouch, I'm fat again." Ning Yuan knelt down, kneaded the black panther's head, and said with a smile on his face.

"Let's go catch the bad guys." Ning Yuan patted the black panther's head and stood up.

Leaving Fengshan's manpower behind, Ning Yuan mobilized 100 people. 100 people lined up in a long, winding queue and started heading towards Wolong Mountain.

Wolong Mountain.

on the mountainside.

The tomb robbers, mainly the Zhang and Wang families, were digging the earth in full swing at the moment.

Among them, a gray-haired but energetic old man was cheering everyone on: "Guys, work hard, and we will stop after this job."

Fatty Wang, who was digging the soil, almost threw the shovel in his hand when he heard these words. He looked at the white-haired old man and said with a dark face: "Third Master, I don't want to say this."

Next to him, Zhang Qiling looked at his third master with a speechless expression.

Look at you, the flags on your body are all covered.

The white-haired old man Zhang Sansheng also realized that his words were inappropriate and quickly closed his mouth.

Everyone then lowered their heads and continued to work hard.

Suddenly, someone shouted.

"There is a discovery."

As the voice fell, a somewhat thin tomb robber, holding a rusty bronze sword in both hands, ran to Zhang Sansheng's side as fast as flying.

"Third Master, look." The tomb robber handed over the bronze sword.

Wu Sansheng took it and took a look. When he noticed the texture on the bronze sword, his body suddenly shook and his eyes lit up and he said, "This is a bronze sword from the Han Dynasty."

"What, a bronze sword from the Han Dynasty?" The tomb robbers exclaimed and gathered around to take a look.

"Yes, this is a bronze sword from the Han Dynasty. Look at its size, which coincides with the number ninety-five. It is clearly the emperor's special sword." Wu Sansheng said more and more excitedly.

Zhang Qiling was excited: "Then, the area below us is not the tomb of the emperor of the Han Dynasty?"

"It's very possible." Wu Sansheng nodded.

"I had already concluded that there was an emperor's tomb below, but I never would have thought that this was actually an emperor's tomb from the Han Dynasty." Wu Sansheng said excitedly.

"Third Master, are the tombs of emperors in the Han Dynasty very rare?" A man asked curiously, looking at the tomb robber who was fifteen or sixteen years old.

"I asked you to study, but you have to herd cattle. You don't even know this." Fatty Wang grabbed the ear of the tomb robber who spoke.

"Ouch, Brother Qi Ling, save me quickly." The young tomb robber shouted in pain.

Zhang Qiling glared at him: "You deserve a beating. You don't even know the highlight moments of our ancestors."

Zhang Qiling said: "At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, our Zhang and Wang families, following the orders of Prime Minister Cao, raised military pay and dug for gold everywhere. We had already touched up all the tombs in the Han Dynasty and found that ten of them were empty. How rare do you think Han tombs are? "

"Oh, that's it. I remember, fat brother, don't use any more force."

"Hey, the kid is ignorant, don't be offended." Zhang Sansheng stopped Fatty Wang's cruel behavior with a smile.

He is now in a very cheerful mood and nothing is strange.

I saw him stroking his beard and saying with emotion: "I didn't expect that I can touch the tombs of Han Dynasty emperors that only my ancestors have touched today. It's worth it. Even if I am caught now, I will have no regrets."

"Third Master, why do you always say these weird things today?" Fatty Wang said with a sad look on his face.

"Hahaha..." Zhang Sansheng laughed heartily.

"Uh, why is Third Master laughing?" Fatty Wang said.

"I laugh at the stupidity of the archaeological team and the stupidity of the Cultural Bureau. They don't even know that there is a tomb of a Han Dynasty emperor here. They are really white-collar workers." Zhang Sansheng said.

Fatty Wang muttered: "Third Master, you have been living under Wolong Mountain for half your life, don't you know it now."

"What are you muttering about?" Wu Sansheng stared at him.

"No." Fatty Wang shook his head like a rattle.

Only then did Wu Sansheng retract his sharp gaze. He felt strange when he said it.

He took the Zhang and Wang families, armed with gold seals and black knives, to travel all over the country, and he could find many remote ancient tombs.

But I just didn't notice that there was a tomb of a Han Dynasty emperor hidden near my hometown.

"Hey, there are so many people here."

A sudden sound disturbed the tomb robber who was immersed in joy.

The tomb robber was startled, and when he looked up, he discovered that at some unknown time, a dense number of security guards appeared at the corner of the rock not far away.

The equipment on these security guards was extremely scary. Not only were they holding submachine guns, there were two holding rocket launchers over there. Their fingers were already on the triggers, as if they were ready to fire at any time.

"Tiaozi, run quickly." Zhang Sansheng shouted, threw off his old legs, and was about to retreat into the mountains.

"Want to run?"

Ning Yuan's eyes narrowed and he looked at Zhang Shan beside him.

"Xiaoshan, go give them the whole job and ignore them." Ning Yuan said.

Without saying a word, Zhang Shan walked out of the queue, raised the rocket launcher, pointed at an empty rock, and pulled the trigger.

"Boom."

Along with a dazzling fire, the rock was blown apart.

This time, the tomb robbers who were trying to escape were alarmed, and their legs became weak.

There was even grievance in his eyes.

I'm going to rob a tomb, but you're going to hit me with a rocket launcher?

None of them dared to run away anymore.

Ning Yuan curled his lips and waved his right hand. Immediately, a security guard came forward and handcuffed the tomb robbers who were squatting with their heads in their hands.

Ning Yuan ignored them, walked to the newly excavated robbery hole with a sword step, and took a look.

The tomb chamber has also not been opened yet.

Ning Yuan let go of his worries.

Zhang Qiling, whose hands were handcuffed, suddenly raised his head and glanced at Ning Yuan, recognizing him: "Is that you?"

Ning Yuan turned around and said, "It's not me."

"You are a cop." Zhang Qiling said angrily.

What about the people you promised?

Zhang Qiling stared at Ning Yuan angrily, as if you had deceived me.

Ning Yuan tilted his head in embarrassment: "Robbing graves is wrong. We should be law-abiding citizens."

the other side.

"Be honest and hand over your things." Zhang Shan pointed at a gray-haired old man and said.

Zhang Qiling saw it and stood up anxiously: "Don't touch my third master."

"Squat down for me." The security guard next to Zhang Qiling held him down.

"what happened?"

Ning Yuan strolled over and found the white-haired old man holding a sword tightly in his arms and refusing to let go.

Zhang Shan pointed at the old man and said, "He has a weapon in his hand."

"This is not a weapon, this is a cultural relic." The white-haired old man argued.

"Cultural relics?" Ning Yuan frowned, "Did you just dig it out?"

"No," the white-haired old man's eyes flickered, and he covered the bronze sword in his arms tighter, "This is inherited from my ancestors."

"You're lying to me, there's still mud on it, it's numb, hand it over." Ning Yuan said.

"I don't." The white-haired old man said stubbornly.

"It's okay, we're all on our own, leave it to me for safekeeping first," Ning Yuan said.

Hearing Ning Yuan's words, the white-haired old man's originally resolute eyes suddenly wavered, and he suddenly felt that this young man was trustworthy.

Ok?

wrong?

The white-haired old man shook his head repeatedly to drive away these weird thoughts.

As a tomb robber, how can you trust Tiaozi?

"No." The white-haired old man said.

"Don't force me to use force." Ning Yuan said.

The two were in a stalemate, and finally Zhang Qiling came over and persuaded the third master with good words.

Zhang Sansheng then handed over the bronze sword and hesitated: "Well, today we were digging a trap to catch wild boars, and then we accidentally dug this."

"Aren't you tomb robbers?" Ning Yuan said.

"Tomb robbing?" Zhang Sansheng seemed to have heard a big joke, "I have stopped doing that kind of thing long ago."

Ning Yuan: "..."

Wang Meng led his men and escorted these tomb robbers back to the bureau for interrogation.

Ning Yuan got the bronze sword and raised it in front of the live broadcast camera: "Brothers, let me just say there is a big tomb here. Look, others have dug up things."

imperial capital.

a certain villa.

A young man in a white shirt saw the lines on the bronze sword in Ning Yuan's hand and shouted loudly: "Grandpa, come here quickly."

"What's wrong?" An old man with sparse hair but elegant temperament came over.

Wen Zaiye pointed to the tablet in his hand: "Look at the sword in his hand."

The old man called Wen Huanchao and turned his attention to the tablet. When he noticed the simple shape of the bronze sword in the video, he was stunned: "Han Sword? Real or fake."

As far as he knows, the only Han sword unearthed is still in the National Museum.

Why is there one here?

Wen Zaiye came closer to the tablet and looked at it carefully. The more he looked at it, the more shocked he became: "This seems to be the real thing."

"Grandpa, this was just dug out," Wen Zaiye said.

"It turns out it was just dug out. No wonder... huh? Just dug out? Where was it dug?" Wen Huanchao was stunned for a moment, his voice had changed, and he asked anxiously.

Wen Zaiye also majored in archeology, so he naturally knew the value of Han swords.

Pointing to Ning Yuan in the tablet, he said: "This person dug it out. His name is Ning Yuan. He is currently broadcasting live in Huai'an County, Qingzhou."

Qingzhou, Huai'an?

What is this place?

I've never worked there.

However, being able to dig out the Han Sword must be extraordinary.

Wen Huanchao looked at Ning Yuan in the video, with nowhere to move his hands and feet: "Can you contact this young man now?"

"Of course, I'm very familiar with Brother Yuan now." Wen Zaiye nodded.

Immediately ask Ningyuan to get even wheat.

There are many people who have been in a tie with Ning Yuan, but Wen Zaiye and Ning Yuan have had a tie in the past, so they are ranked first, and there is a special display.

Ning Yuan thought, this Wen Zaiye seemed to be an archaeologist, and he should be knowledgeable.

So Ning Yuan agreed to Lian Mai.

Wen Zaiye's image immediately appeared on the public screen: "Brother Yuan, can you hear me? I am a fan of ten years, Wen Zaiye."

Ning Yuan snorted: "You tell me."

Wen Zaiye said: "That's right, my grandfather is from the National Archaeological Team. He thinks the bronze sword in your hand is of great value and wants to contact you."

National archaeological team?

This is good.

I was just about to find an expert to certify my bronze sword, and you came to my door.

If you really feel like dozing off, bring me a pillow.

Ning Yuan said cheerfully: "Okay."

Wen Zaiye stepped aside, and soon, an old man with thinning hair came into the shot.

"My little friend, you are in big trouble."

"what?"