Tomb Raider: Villain System, Start with Umbrella Corporation

Pan Zi said he could not accept this fact no matter what, and he looked at his phone and cried out "What the hell?"

“Beep…beep…click”

Pan Zi swallowed his saliva, carefully looked at the words "Connected", and tentatively said "Hello... Third Master"

"Who the hell are you?! Holy shit!"

Wu Sanxing was lying in ambush in the darkness of Aning's team. Ever since he had betrayed Qiu Dekao last time, they had completely cut off their cooperation. Wu Erbai was called an idiot several times by the old man and he was so angry that he lost contact with them.

Poor him, he could only sneak into Changbai Mountain behind Aning's group like a freeloader on other tour groups. Not to mention the hardships along the way, now that they were about to reach the end, his ambush was perfect.

Who on earth is this? Give him a call! There was no service when I came into this damn place, so why is there signal again?

The annual meeting started three days ago, the network signal was connected two days ago, and free use for all employees within the coverage area was enabled one day ago.

Aning's team stopped in their tracks, dozens of guns were aimed at Wu Sanxing's hiding place, dozens of red dots were fixed on his forehead, and he dared not move. "

On the phone...

"Hello~ Is this Master San? I'm Pan Zi?"

"Where are you? We had such a hard time searching for you all the way, not knowing whether you were alive or dead! Woo woo woo woo."

When talking about sad things, Pan Zi, a grown man, started crying on the phone.

Wu Sanxing gritted his teeth and dared not move. "Thank you, I was safe before, but now I am not sure."

"Is this what I should do…what? What, are you in danger?"

Pan Zi instantly flew into a rage and yelled into the phone, "Damn it, Third Master, turn on the amplifier! I'll tell them."

"Listen carefully, everyone present. This person is from the Wu family of the Old Nine Sects..."

"You're such a loser, fall down!" Wu Sanxing looked at the gun barrel that was getting closer and closer, almost touching his forehead. "Why don't you come and save me now? What are you talking about!"

"Ah... Third Master, the little Third Master is stuck in a wall and can't get out. Do you have any good suggestions for this situation?"

Wu Sanxing: ...

"Do you think this is a millionaire quiz? There's also an off-site phone call for help!"

"Choose B, B!"

Wuxie: I have seen this part, I choose D

Pan Zi was anxious after the call was hung up. He heard a familiar sound in the background of the phone, which was the mechanical sound of a bullet being loaded.

"We must get out immediately, the Third Master is in danger!"

The balance in Wuxie's heart began to tilt: on one side was 500 million, and on the other was his own third uncle.

He still has 395 million after losing 5 million, but his uncle is gone...

"How do we get out? Choice B?" The fat man sat on the ground, flipping through his physical notebook and said, "Don't worry, your Third Master has planned everything out, nothing will happen."

This old fox at least didn't expect this phone call.

Wu Xie jumped three feet high and said, "Fatty is right, my Third Uncle Zi Pi is the best! He is an old fox from Changsha, the Third Master of Hangzhou, if he can't do it, who can? Zi Pi is the best!"

Unable to get out for the time being, Pan Zi was so anxious that he had no choice but to send text messages to Wu Sanxing frantically.

"Third Master, are you there?"

"Third Master, are you there?"

"Third Master, are you okay?"

Ah Ning held up her cell phone in front of the bound Wu Sanxing and asked, "Will you reply?"

Wu Sanxing turned his head away with disdain, "Humph!"

Aning raised an eyebrow and ignored the old man, organizing the team and preparing to set off again.

"Look at this old man. He knows a lot. Don't let him die."

Wuxie, with amazing perseverance, resisted the opportunity to ask for help off the field.

Zhang Musi had entered this underworld palace before. He was very curious whether the big-headed corpse really had the ability to fold space. But when he got there, he discovered what folding space was.

In fact, the principle of this tomb is very simple, and there is no mechanism at all. It is just the hallucinogenic effect produced by the murals on the outer wall of the corridor. That is, when they pass through the corridor, the volatilized pigments adhere to the eyes and produce specific hallucinations.

This trick is exactly the same as the one in the underground palace of the King of the South China Sea. The pigment on the murals is made of a special mineral hidden deep in the underground river. When the light comes on, the insects inside are activated and attach to people's eyes to create hallucinations, which may even cause blindness over time.

This mineral seems to be a collective life structure with a sense of becoming. It will produce different effects under special preparation methods. Many religions will purchase such minerals to perform miracles.

Just like flying leaves, in the medieval West, they were once believed to be a channel to communicate with the gods. They could construct a paradise based on guidance and subconsciousness. No matter whether it was a bullet hole that led back through or a passage that one could never get out of, the result was doomed the moment they paid attention to it.

When vision is blocked, everything in the brain becomes extremely real.

Until, as if helped by God, Wuxie suddenly had a nearly perfect answer in his mind: Xizhao.

While running out, Zhang Qiling winked at the fat man and disappeared into the corridor in a flash.

There were only a few birds left on the journey ahead, so there was no danger. Besides, after listening to the blind man's voice, I felt something was wrong.

"Where's Shunzi?"

Wuxie looked back and for the first time felt that a fat man could also be described as being alone.

"When Shunzi passed the crossroads, he returned the same way. His father had also found us and touched so much gold. He didn't want to take any more risks with us. He said he would wait for us on the snowy mountain outside for a week. If we didn't come out after a week, he would go back by himself."

Wu Xie opened his mouth wide and yelled in confusion, "Why does this guy talk like he's farting!"

"You said you were going to take me to Uncle San to get the money and leave, but now you're just quitting, right?"

This was still acceptable. The only thing that made him feel incomprehensible was, "Didn't he say he was here to look for his father? Did he just run out carrying his father's body?"

Fatty:......

"Besides, how brave is he? This imperial mausoleum is not his family's ancestral tomb. Can someone just walk out by saying so?"

"How dare U?"

Fatty:......

Wu Xie: "I can't believe it even if I use my heels to think about it. If Shunzi and Xiaoge hadn't come in with us, I would have thought that Shunzi was pretending to be Xiaoge!"

Fatty:...You've thought a lot, but as expected, you've taken another big step towards the correct answer. Zhejiang University is about to send you a lawyer's letter...my friend.

But he quickly cursed, "Why are you asking me? How the hell should I know? Why don't you go back and ask his father?"

Wuxie tilted his little face up to look like a well-behaved baby.jpg and calmed down. The baby was afraid if he didn't go.

Hearing bursts of gunfire not far away, they hurriedly ran forward.

It turned out to be Aning’s team and the unconscious Third Uncle.

That woman Aning has a great figure... and her shooting skills are still as good as ever. While shooting at the black shadows in the sky, she also didn't forget to kick Wu Sanxing twice.

"This damn scoundrel won't behave even when he's tied up!"

Wu Sanxing pretended to be unconscious and fell to the ground without any reaction.

Wuxie: As expected~ the third uncle who can’t move is the good third uncle~