Tomb Raider: Villain System, Start with Umbrella Corporation

Wuxie took a look at his team configuration, the fat man and the young man, one of them was silent about the decisive words, and the other was silent about everything. If he was not sure that these two were masters, outsiders would have thought they were models (actors).

Pan Zi can be considered a double-flowered red stick (thug), and he himself is a complete victim. The four of them cannot put together a brain and a mouth, so he can only trust Chen Pi's judgment. At the age of 90, this model of tomb-robbing industry who is still fighting on the front line must be quite capable.

After two days of challenging our limits, we finally arrived at the glacier valley of the Little Holy Snow Mountain.

Zhang Qiling rubbed his fingers, looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking. He walked forward a few steps and bowed solemnly and respectfully towards the snow-capped mountains.

His dark pupils revealed an inexplicable clarity and solemnity in the snow mist blown up by the wind.

The blind man stood behind him, staring at the mute with his eyes warming the cold wind, unable to move for a long time.

Zhang Qiling does not believe in God, and neither does the Zhang family. This devotion as clear as a snow-capped mountain is not directed at the illusory mountain god.

37 generations, spanning 4000 years, are the silent drowning of countless people and the unchanging indifference of the mountains. Perhaps in the eyes of the earth, these mere ten thousand years are just a brief period of tranquility, but it is their innate responsibility.

Those who understand the situation feel an indescribable heaviness and sadness, while those who don’t are also infected by the emotion and are extremely puzzled but dare not ask questions.

Soon, everyone was immersed in the magnificence of the snow-capped mountains. The fat man lit the electric stove and everyone gathered around to keep warm. "Shun Zi" drank a few sips of wine comfortably, pointed at the snow-capped mountains in the distance in a good mood, and did his job as a tour guide professionally.

Chen Pi's body had not yet recovered, so he sat aside to rest. The rest of the half-baked people huddled together, muttering to themselves for a long time, and made a wise decision to commit suicide by blowing up the snow mountain.

"Pan Zi, is it really going to explode?" Wu Xie felt numb all over and couldn't help cursing in his heart. They were the only ones who had gone through so much trouble to come up here and blow up the mountain!

"Young Master San, don't worry." Pan Zi, the chief recommender of the suicide operation, patted his chest and said confidently, "Changbai Mountain is a tourist attraction. The snow is cleared on time every year. There is no big problem."

After thinking for a while, he said, "Besides, we don't have time. The Third Master is still waiting for us. Otherwise, we can wait until summer comes. We have to give it a try. Besides, Lang Feng looks inconspicuous, but he is actually a new artillery god. He has never failed in his artillery holes."

After hearing what Pan Zi said, Wuxie felt that the matter was even more serious. He bit his lip and said nothing. If you asked him to raise his hand and agree to commit suicide, even if you were EDISON, not to mention the God of Cannons, you wouldn't be able to do it.

Seeing that the two had been arguing for a long time without any conclusion, Ye Feng knocked Wuxie unconscious with a knife from behind.

Wuxie: ...I was in LW (Long White Mountain), and I met a bunch of very bad people, gangsters, you know?

Pan Zi had no time to react, and hurriedly caught the Third Master, tightly gripped the gun at his waist, and yelled at the men with a murderous look.

"what do you mean!"

"You're still arguing like this, and you said your Third Master is waiting for you. There's no time left," Monk Hua said nonchalantly, "This is a business of exchanging your life for money. If you're not prepared for this, go home and get your milk."

He turned around and stuffed the special detonator into the exploration cave.

"Shun Zi" put down the bottle, ran over and shouted, "What are you doing? Boss, you are crazy..."

Before he could finish his words, he was knocked unconscious by Lang Feng's pickaxe. No one noticed the last moment. "Shun Zi" adjusted his body to a strange angle, and his shoulder hit the wooden pole, making a loud noise.

The fat man felt a pain on the back of his head after watching this, and he mourned for Lang Feng in his heart.

Unexpectedly, social death preceded physical death. As expected, Lang Feng's crappy detonator had an accident and exploded. Everyone scrambled to escape danger. After they caught their breath, they found that after clearing the upper layer of snow and exposing the ice cover, there was actually a curled up Kunlun fetus underneath.

Everyone was very excited, except for the fat man who squatted down and looked at the shadow carefully. "But this Kunlun fetus doesn't look like a human."

The shape of the shadow was very strange, with an out-of-place head that was extremely large and covered with thorns. It didn't look like the product of the beautiful natural environment, but more like the product of incest in Greek mythology.

Wu Xie also woke up after this experience. Although he felt scared when he saw the shadow, he still relied on his professional instinct as a frontline trader and immediately questioned, "Is this fake?"

And forcibly withdraw half of the sentence whether there is an invoice.

Chen Pi didn't say anything, but Hua Heshang said, "It's possible. The shadows are different in depth and seem to be caused by different distances. There are heights and thorns. It's possible that they are the shadows of some buildings stacked up together."

Among these people, the one who is most familiar with the snow-capped mountains is Fatty. Not to mention the stupid act of climbing Kunlun Mountain with Lao Hu and others with bare hands, he himself can't even count the number of snow-capped mountains he has visited with Zhang Xiaoshe.

A few hours later, the group finally entered the ice cap.

What came into view was a huge abyss with no bottom in sight and a pitch-black hole. Surrounding it were funnel-shaped cliffs. On top of the cliffs were countless heavy wooden beams that supported the ice cap like the skeleton of a parasol.

On the stone platform of the cliff on one side, there is a pocket-shaped hole, like the pupil in a black eyeball. The outline of a huge palace is clearly visible inside the pupil, with yellow tiles and red beams, which is very majestic.

While no one was paying attention, the fat man carried Shunzi on his back and walked while complaining, "You said that when Wang Canghai brought the old emperor here, and saw him build a Forbidden City-like building for Dongxia, would the emperor have spared him?"

Shunzi didn't even open his eyes. "How else can he be a foreman? With such a large construction site, of course he can't be a foreman. Why must he fail the safety inspection?"

The porch under your feet leads straight into an endless abyss. At the other end is the gate of the spiritual temple. Under the misty light, it presents the magnificence of historical sedimentation. Everyone stares at this magnificent building in a daze.

"Follow me and don't talk." Pushing open the door, Zhang Qiling stepped in. In an instant, endless darkness swallowed them completely, and the faint light was isolated outside the hall as if it was a forbidden area.

In the center of the shrine is a huge jade platform. The statue on it is the image of Shambhala wrapped in meteorite copper from underground Kunlun Mountain, commonly known as the Club God. The lower level is a stone turtle hiding insect-scented jade.

Although they always maintained awe of Changbai Mountain and did not explore it as they did Kunlun Mountain, they had detailed data from the chief architect and project manager Wang Canghai, so detailed that even which batch of materials were defective were clearly marked.

And the most unethical thing is that this damn contractor, when the tomb owner was buried, he directly took away the wife and children who were buried with him. The King of Ten Thousand Slaves was just too careless, otherwise he would have to chase him with the bronze door in his hand.

Surrounding the stone turtle, Chenpi's face was gloomy and scary. Hua Heshang didn't dare to say anything and quickly burned the stone turtle with fire. However, he never expected that the smell of insects in the hollow stone turtle would burst out and attract countless centipedes. Zhang Qiling's expression was solemn. He pointed to "Shun Zi" who was lying on the side and was very comfortable. He especially indicated Lang Feng's back, and then pointed to the road ahead and said, "Run, don't look back."

Just as the Wuxie team was frantically dodging the attacks of the dragonflies, in the dark corner behind them, "Shun Zi" opened his eyes and knocked Lang Feng unconscious silently.

On the other side, Zhang Qiling had already disguised himself, looking exactly like the "Shun Zi" in front of him.

The blind man could finally take off the mask on his face, rubbed his face and grinned, "Be careful, mute~ I'm going to eat first~"