The Magnificent God of War

The tomb guard behind him had his eyes burning, but he didn't say anything, he just sighed and shook his head and left.

Reagan walked into the cemetery, muttering words, not knowing what he was calculating.

This huge cemetery is like a chessboard criss-crossed.

Reagan took a few steps, then stopped, choosing a direction, whether to move on, back, or turn left and right.

As he walked, he calculated the direction and distance of the route. Obviously, this was the code of the cemetery in his mouth.

for a long time.

Reagan stopped in front of a tombstone. He looked down and saw that the person on the tombstone, he knew.

"Unexpectedly, let you go here."

Reagan stared at the tombstone, took out a bottle of wine from the sack, and spilled it on the tombstone, which was considered polite.

"For the glory of the Zorro family, and for the stability and peace of the Third World, you have done a lot. Even after you die, you are still contributing to this goal. On behalf of the nobles, thank you."

"Now, it's time for you to continue paying."

There was no awe on his face from beginning to end. After saying these words, he took the tool directly and walked around behind the tombstone.

The tomb is not big, but it is solidified by pouring cement around it, and it is hard.

Reagan took out the electric drill, skillfully drilled holes in the surrounding corners, and then extended the expander in. With the push of a button, the expander directly expanded the four holes and burst many cracks.

Looking at his movements, this kind of thing is obviously not the first time he has done it, and it is surprising that he is so skillful.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the cement was pried open directly.

Reagan was wearing gloves, pulling apart the cement block with both hands, his eyes gradually brightened as he watched the exposed metallic luster.

"Sure enough, here."

He didn't make a mistake in his calculations, the cemetery code points to the last page of the boxing score, which is in this grave.

Reagan turned his head and looked around, alert and careful. Seeing that there was no one, he quickly cleared the surrounding cement blocks, and immediately found the code lock of the metal box, and quickly entered the code with his fingers.

Click!

The metal box is opened!

Reagan opened the box and saw that there was a wooden box inside, exuding a simple atmosphere, as if it had been through at least a hundred years.

He was about to stretch out his hand, suddenly, there was a sharp pain in the back of his head, and a wooden stick hit his head hard!

boom!

Reagan clutched his head, turned his head before he even came, and fell straight down.

"I can't let you release the devil again..."

It's a tomb guard!

His eyes were full of fear and ferociousness. Looking at Regan who fell on the ground, he quickly released the wooden stick in his hand.

Seeing the blood on the wooden stick, the guardian was a little flustered, and quickly bent down, holding the wooden box in his arms with both hands, and turned and ran.

He seemed to be holding something terrible, nervous, flustered, scared, and his face was pale...

"Ahhh! The devil has come out! The devil has come out!"

The mausoleum guard yelled, mad, holding the wooden box tightly with both hands, and fleeing at a loss.

for a long time.

Reagan snorted, touched the back of his head, and couldn't help but yelled in pain. He trembled as he looked at the blood on his hands.

"Damn..."

I took out the boxing score, but was snatched by the tomb guard!

He stood up, still a little dizzy, turned his head and looked around, where is the figure of the guardian of the tomb?

"Old bastard, bastard!"

Reagan scolded.

He glanced at the empty grave, his eyes getting angry and cold.

This is the biggest bargaining chip of the Zorro family now, and it must be recovered!

"Immediately, find it for me, the guardian of the cemetery, he must still be in Western Europe, all routes are blocked, and he must not be allowed to leave!"

Reagan took out the phone directly, and no matter what time it was, he immediately ordered.

"Do you think my Reagan's things are easy to grab? It's a price!"