When he arrived at the downstairs of the Book Museum, Hong Fan was familiar with the road and hid from Chen Ang in the alley next to him. He was about to climb up but was stopped by Chen Ang.

"This old director is not that simple. According to the information I obtained, he was able to open such a large museum in Cairo, a backward and chaotic colonial country, not only relying on the official face. In fact, everyone in Cairo knows that this museum cannot afford to offend, so it is full of ancient Egyptian cultural relics, and no one dares to make any moves."

"It was the tomb guardian troops who took action to solve the problem!" Hong Fan felt that this was normal. Of course, the tomb guardian troops would not rely solely on the armed forces to conquer the world like in the original plot. In fact, as the local snakes who are deeply rooted here, their energy is amazing.

A facade like a museum will certainly not be harassed by those insignificant gangsters.

"But in some cases, the tomb guards cannot help. A few years ago, a group of bandits planned to rob the place at night. They planned to do this, so they would go away and fly high. Naturally, they would not be afraid of anything. But after they touched it, they disappeared into the museum, and there was only the elderly old director inside at that time." Chen Ang said a piece of information he confirmed.

Hong Fan also noticed the information contained in the information and his face changed: "Are you saying that this old director's idea is a thriller?"

Chen Ang and Hong Fan looked at each other and had a scheming in their hearts. Hong Fan said: "Since there are spells in the mummy world, it will naturally have a harmonious world view. When we did Fan Xinhai's mission in the past, we knew that if there were supernatural forces in the current mission world, then the plot characters we came into contact with would not be as simple as in the movie."

"Especially when we meet a little noble, we have knight bloodlines. When we meet people from the Holy See, we will use divine magic. Since Imodon knows magic and magic, as the pharaoh, it would be strange if there is no supernatural inheritance." Hong Fan already understood what Chen Ang meant and nodded and said.

Hong Fan stuck to the exterior wall of the museum, climbing the edge of the wall with a slight force, allowing himself to cross the wall lightly. His footsteps were as light and silent as a cat. Chen Ang looked at his back with thoughtful eyes: "This technique is the footsteps of the assassin in Assassin's Creed. Falling from a high place will not be greatly hurt, and there will be no footsteps when sneaking."

Hong Fan did not wear that classic hoodie, but it can still be seen from his outfit that he is a more agile attack method that is more agile, can attack when necessary, and damages a lot as usual.

Although the soft armor increases part of the load, it also greatly strengthens its defense, which shows that he often has to fight closely with the enemy. The excellent design allows the soft armor to avoid affecting the flexibility of the body to the greatest extent. It can be seen that he relies on agility and agility to fight, and his pace of action is revealed from time to time, which also shows that his frontal combat ability is excellent.

Overall, it is a fighting style that is close to the knights and assassins. It is good at infiltrating combat. It relies on pace to dodge and agility to avoid damage, mainly on the golf battle.

Hong Fan didn't know that Chen Ang could see so much from his outfit. He quietly came to the windowsill in the museum area, gently lifted the dagger with his right hand, opened the window door, and turned over. Chen Ang watched him enter the museum area and pressed it gently on the stone wall, just like a clever swallow attached to the eaves.

With his right hand, he used his skillfulness to absorb the sound of the window opening and closing into his palm. Chen Ang touched it from the second floor into the museum.

With Hong Fan's agility that was stunned when he saw it, Chen Ang easily locked the director's position. He silently observed everything in a shadow. The director's office was not small, and there was only one import and exit, and the windows were closed very tightly. The room was bright and the lights were not given any chance to anyone like Hong Fan.

Seeing this, Chen Ang sighed secretly. He knew very well what kind of fighting method would a professional like Hong Fan adopt.

Sure enough, with the sound of a metal knock, the director who was writing at his desk suddenly became alert. He shouted loudly: "Evelyn?" No one answered in the exhibition hall. The director said to himself: "Evelyn should go to bed! It's almost dawn now, so it's not those little thieves who steal things again!"

The director picked up the hardwood crutch next to him and took out the door vigilantly.

Hong Fan's shadow slowly fell behind the director. His steps were extremely agile. When his body was still, he seemed to be integrated with the surrounding environment. Chen Ang recognized that his stealth skills had reached at least three, and he also learned another chameleon skill. When he attacked, he attacked like lightning and used the handle of the dagger to pound the back of the head.

Stun: Stun the enemy so that it is temporarily unable to participate in the battle.

But Hong Fan was still careless, and Chen Ang never ignored the pair of lapis lazuli eyes next to him. When the curator picked up the cane, a thin layer of light appeared on the surface of its gem eyeball.

The dog-headed warrior stone sculpture standing next to them moved violently. They held spears and crossed to block Hong Fan's attack route. The director hurriedly ran a few steps, came to a pottery jar, grabbed a handful of spice powder from the inside with his left hand, and took out a sedge script from his arms with his right hand and shook it open, saying, "Sleepers, please wake up! Protect your master!"

As he said that, he sprinkled spices on the mummy in the coffin next to him, he immediately blocked Hong Fan's two stone statues inlaid with obsidian eyes and turned blue flames. As their increasingly agile skills, their wisdom to fight against the enemy also increased greatly.

Hong Fan's right palm slapped out with the sound of wind and thunder, breaking the arm of the huge stone statue to the ground, but the curator was getting farther and farther away from him. In the sarcophagus between them, two dry mummies struggled to crawl out. The salted shell linen bandage was very tough. Hong Fan's dagger stabbed with his right hand, which could not cause harmful damage.

The old director dragged his body to run while constantly summoning flies. The locusts attacked Hong Fan's eyes. Finally, he made up his mind and pushed a dry crocodile mummy beside him to the ground. He used spell to summon a small stream of yellow sand, controlling the wind and sand to block Hong Fan's vision. He fled out of the door under the escort of another mummy.

When the director took the mummy to run out the door, he saw someone blocking his way in front of him.

"Go up and kill them!" The director pointed at the mummy hurriedly.

A shattering sound was shattered by a bullet. He turned around and blocked the mummy's attack route with the director's body. Chen Ang calmly brought the trigger, so that the sound could be heard clearly by the director. Without further ado, the director raised his hand obediently. When Hong Fan got rid of the harassment and rushed out of the museum, Chen Ang was already confiscating the director's amulet with him.

Chen Ang lightly untied the animal teeth necklace from the curator's necklace, scarab specimens, a bronze dog statue, and a golden cobra bracelet from his pocket.

"Hey!" the director stopped him and said, "Can you stop touching that? That's a gift from my daughter."

Chen Ang held the exquisitely crafted cobra bracelet and shook it in front of the curator's eyes, allowing him to see the clear tiny scales on it, and then asked him: "Your daughter gives you a venomous snake spell talisman as a gift?" He pinched the head of the cobra bracelet with two fingers, allowing the curator to see the blue venom inside.

"I think no one would want to make it close, right? Except for its owner."
Chapter completed!