"Don't you know that Mrs. Atoka won by quantity? The forty tons before were just pediatrics. Look here, I'll go here, there are dozens of times or even more."

Charles seemed a little excited. Those gold coins had nothing to do with the Lady Atoka, but the gold bricks and gems behind were exactly the same as the treasures of Atoka that he had seen. At that time, the Spanish gold transport ship was not just the Lady Atoka. Who hid so much wealth here?

Zhang Shidong was also collecting anyway. He also knew a little about Atoka's treasure. He knew that this was a huge treasure that won by quantity. Atoka, who was found in 1985, found a treasure of about 40 tons, which caused a sensation in the world. Decades later, when the price of gold and jewelry rose sharply, the value of this treasure that won by quantity was infinitely magnified.

"Nothing good stuff?"

Zhang Shidong's sarcastic tone made Charles nervous. Now he has the absolute right to speak here. No one can stop him if he really wants to kill someone. He is injured. Even if the person who went out to collect armbands ran away, as long as he wanted to chase him, he could catch up without leaving the fog forest and still survive. There are basically no stupid people. In the face of absolute strength, any so-called dignity and pride is bullshit. Living is the king. No matter how much dignity and pride you die, it is shit. Not only is it worthless, it is also stinkable.

“Yes, there must be.”

Soon, the team collecting armbands came back, and there was no one running away. Zhang Shidong looked at the people who wanted to take out his armband and waved his hand: "Okay, don't go for a waste. I won't snatch any of you. But what you just embezzled is better to take it out. I'm a good person, but it doesn't mean I have a good temper."

No one moves, no one embezzles it.

At this point, I almost forgot Northon. I have this treasure and went back to report. The country will not care too much about the good or bad grades. More importantly, we are still alive, and most of us are dead, and without the man in front of us, we will die.

"That person, pack it for me."

Tolov burst into tears. Brother has been in trouble until now, but he is still the only one, Zhang Shidong, do you dare to remember my name? Am I so unbearable?

"Finally found." Charles looked devout and reluctant. He carefully walked out from behind the mountain of gold coins and the pile of treasure chests, holding an object similar to a cane.

Gold is a rich and noble color, but in recent years, gold has often been attached to the concept of vulgar nouveau riche. It is thought that gold is not elegant enough, and ordinary people like elegant people naturally don’t like it.

The cane in front of me is golden, and the whole body gives people the feeling that it is made of gold, with hollow patterns carved on it. It is simple and gorgeous and atmospheric. It is about 70 cm in total. On the top is a complete water-blue bead of the size of a child's fist. From a distance, it seems that sea water is slowly flowing inside the bead. This crisp and bright blue color suppresses the originally golden cane ghost area, and a faint blue light mixes into the golden light, making the originally dazzling and dazzling golden light softer.

"This thing should only be found in the sky, so how many times can people hear it?" Charles said a lot. The meaning of translation in Chinese is that, touching the carved lines on the cane, Charles' eyes were full of obsession.

Before he could appreciate it enough, Zhang Shidong went up and grabbed it in his hand casually, holding the sea sapphire bead in his hand, and a coolness was transmitted from the bead. The mysterious power interacted and resisted with the true energy. Zhang Shidong's eyes sterned, and he didn't care about observing the treasure that intoxicated Charles, and used the nameless martial arts to fight against the mysterious power in the cane.

As the two sides tried their best to compete, a mixed force appeared around each other's staff. Charles was directly hit by this force and spit out blood. Everyone stared at Zhang Shidong and the cane in his hand. Although they didn't know why, they could feel the changes in the air.

"Fuck, believe it or not, I will beat you up!"

A few minutes later, Zhang Shidong spat a mouthful of blood, raised his hand suddenly, raised his cane high, and a word came out of his mouth that made everyone fall.

"I am not that kind of sympathetic. If you can't use it for me, then you will destroy it. Don't question my determination, understand?"

Just as Zhang Shidong was about to spray the sea sapphire beads with a mouthful of blood, the mysterious power dissipated, or surrendered to Zhang Shidong's true energy, was swept into his body and merged into the true energy. The cane was still the original cane, giving people the feeling of being sacred and inviolable. There was a faint feeling of killing all those who violated my power. Zhang Shidong's mouth moved slightly, raised his hand, and smashed his cane straight towards the mountain wall in the distance.

"Ah!" Charles exclaimed. For him, it was the ultimate achievement of artwork. If this was destroyed by Zhang Shidong...

Zhang Shidong hooked his fingers, and the cane flew back like a psychic, landed on his right hand, floating in the air and swaying with the swing of his arm. Everyone was stunned. This is too mythological, and it cannot be explained by the existing technology level.

"Yeah, it's not bad." He shook his hands again, and drilled a hole straight into the mountain wall. Under the guidance of the true energy in Zhang Shidong's body and the mysterious power in the cane, he was able to communicate with each other and fly the cane!

"Yes, I'll ask you to hit a dog stick in the future."

Seeing Zhang Shidong smashing the jewelry boxes with his cane at random, Charles felt sorry for not those jewelry but the cane. It was obvious that the material was not gold, which was a material he didn't know at all. The sea sapphire beads were even more demonic. Thinking about the time when Spain plundered the world's wealth, the development of the world was not as good as today. What was the material similar to gold? It could have such magical power. No matter whether it was strong enough, it seemed that everything else became fragile in front of it. He could see that Zhang Shidong did not use his own power when waving the cane. It was like holding an iron stick in his hand to smash the egg on the table. There was no need to wave his arm. The iron stick could smash the egg to pieces with a slight force.

"This thing belongs to me." Zhang Shidong didn't fight for others' consent. He carried a cane, like a gentleman of an old nobleman. If it weren't for the length of the cane, he would prefer to use it as a crutch. Charles saw the distressed look that things were the most precious. The things placed there will always be history or money, and they cannot be used for me, no matter how high the value is.

Behind the gold coins mountain and the pile of treasure chests, there are several secret rooms, piled up with some exquisitely crafted artifacts, mostly made of gold and silver. Some of the craftsmanship is amazing. Only those real craftsmen can do their best to make it. It is more valuable than modern things that seem so sophisticated but in fact templates.

All the secret rooms were explored. Alfred and Austin spent a huge price to fill in many treasure lands that had been explored by life. Now they gave each other completely. They took the cane and turned it around twice in front of a huge carbon pen. Zhang Shidong waved his cane and smashed the wall in front of him. Along with a clattering sound of the wall falling, another separate secret room appeared in front of him. Charles and others ran over to look at the only decoration in the secret room. Zhang Shidong wrinkled

With his brows, the cane was on the stone pillar that looked like a stele. A nearly cracked force came from the stone pillar. The density and thickness of the power were far lower than the dog-beating stick in his hand, but it had an aura that was older than the dog-beating stick. Perhaps it had existed for too long, and the power attached to it was slowly dissipating in a state that barely maintained the structure. If you treat it like the way the cane was used to, the thing that looked more like a stone pillar would instantly collapse into powder.

Before, he considered whether to open this secret room in front of the wall. No one knew whether it could become a Chinese thing. You should know that some inconspicuous things here could become treasures for studying history. After thinking about it, he gave up this idea. When the multi-national treasure hunting team arrived, there would be more professionals. Don’t think of any secrets left here. Instead of being opened at that time, it would be better to gain more benefits now.

He used a dog-beating stick to destroy the mechanism directly. He did not activate the stone door with multiple mechanisms, but directly broke it from the middle. Seeing Charles rushing up and with some anticipation surprise in his confusion, and seeing the ecstasy expression in Wen Xing's dazed gaze, he knew that the stone tablet in front of him was worth it. He held a cane to destroy all the mechanisms that had not yet been stimulated. He pointed to the stone tablet and said, "I want this thing too."

Charles stared at his eyes, as if he had forgotten Zhang Shidong's power and horror, and shook his head and said righteously: "Nonono, this is absolutely impossible, this thing..."

He was still a little uncertain. Wenxing stepped forward and stroked the carved words on it, murmured: "The Atlantis Code really exists, it really exists..."

Charles' eyes widened: "What, you say it is the code used by the disappearing Atlantis, how is this possible, how is this possible, if it is true, what will it have on world archaeology?"

Wen Xing ignored him at all. He looked at the rough with a hint of compassion in his eyes, but every word and image never erased the mark that existed on the stone tablet. He muttered words in his mouth and stroked the stone tablet. Zhang Shidong frowned slightly. He had true energy and a cane, and his perception of the world was stronger. Through Wen Xing's unknown method, the nearly disintegrating energy in the stone tablet produced a trace of vitality, and he was looking for something upward...

Wen Xing vomited blood and almost fell to the ground. It was obvious that her mysterious religious power could not guide the stone tablet.

"Sunlight, give me sunshine."

Wen Xing murmured, with a bit of crazy hope in his eyes. Zhang Shidong curled his lips, and those who reached the extreme of his faith were some kind of madman.
Chapter completed!