Vol 3 Chapter 10: Sneak into enemy's nest

When he came downstairs to the Book Museum, Hong Fan took a light car and hid from the alley where Chen Ang was hiding. When he wanted to climb up, he was stopped by Chen Ang.
"The old curator is not that simple. According to the information I have obtained, he can open such a large museum in Cairo, a backward and chaotic colonial country, not only by official face. In fact, Cairo has three religions and nine streams. Everyone knows that this museum can't afford it, so it's full of ancient Egyptian artifacts, and no one dares to do anything. "
"It's the Ranger's troops who have taken the trouble to solve the trouble!" Hong Fan felt that this was normal. Of course, the Ranger's army would not rely on the armed forces to fight the world like in the original plot. In fact, as an ingrained ground snake here, their The energy is amazing.
Facades like museums, of course, will not be harassed by rogue gangsters.
"But in some cases, the Ranger troops could not help. A few years ago, a group of Liu Kou planned to sack here at night. They planned to do this ticket, and they went high to fly. Naturally, they would not taboo. But after they touched it, It disappeared into the museum, and there was only the old curator inside at the time. "Chen Ang said a piece of information he confirmed.
Hong Fan also noticed the information contained in this intelligence, and his face changed: "You mean, the old curator's idea got stuck?"
Chen Ang and Hong Fan looked at each other as if they had thoughts in each other. Hong Fan said: "Since there is a spell in the mummy world, there will naturally be a harmonious worldview. When we did Fan Xinhai's task, we knew that if the current There is supernatural power in the mission world, so the story characters we meet are by no means as simple as in the movies. "
"Especially when we meet a little aristocrat who has the blood of a knight. When he meets the Holy See, he will have a magic hand. Since Immorton knows spells and divine spells, as a pharaoh, he has the power to prevent his resurrection. There is no supernatural heritage. That's weird. "Hong Fan had understood Chen Ang's meaning and nodded.
Hong Fan was posted on the exterior wall of the museum. With a slight force on the fingertips climbing the wall, he lightly crossed the wall. His footsteps were as light and silent as a cat. Chen Ang looked at his back, his eyes were as if Thoughtful: "This technique is the assassin's footsteps in the Assassin's Creed. Falling from a height will not hurt much, and there will be no footsteps when sneaking."
Hong Fan did not wear the classic hoodie, but from his outfit, he can still see that he is an agile attacker who can carry out assaults and inflict a lot of damage as usual.
Although the soft armor increased a part of the load, it also greatly strengthened the defense, indicating that he often had to fight close to the enemy, and the excellent design allowed the soft armor to avoid affecting the flexibility of the body to the greatest extent. Fighting with agility, the pace of his actions from time to time also shows his good ability to fight frontal.
Taken as a whole, it is close to knights and assassins. It is a fighting method that is good at sneaking into battles. Frontal battles rely on pace avoidance and agility to avoid damage.
Hong Fan didn't know that Chen Ang just saw so much from his attire. He quietly came under the window sill in the museum area, picked it with a dagger in his right hand, opened the window door, and turned over. When Chen Ang watched him enter the pavilion, he also pressed it lightly on the stone wall, just like a smart swallow attached to the eaves.
His right hand was inspiring, and the sound of window opening and closing was absorbed into his palm. Chen Ang touched the museum from the second floor.
Yi Hongfan looked stunned and agile. Chen Ang easily locked the curator's location. He watched everything silently by a shadow. The curator's office area was not small, and there was only one entrance. The closing was very strict, and the lights in the room were bright, which did not give people like Hong Fan a little chance.
Chen Ang sighed secretly when he saw this. He knew too well what kind of fighting methods a professional like Hong Fan would adopt.
Sure enough, with a soft sound of metal percussion, the curator writing at the desk suddenly became alert. He shouted: "Evelyn?" No one answered in the exhibition hall. The curator said to himself: "I Flynn should go to sleep! It's almost dawn, and it won't be those thieves who steal things! "
The curator picked up the hardwood crutch next to him and vigilantly touched the door.
Hong Fan's shadow slowly fell behind the curator. His footsteps were unusually dexterous. When he was stationary, he seemed to blend into the surrounding environment. Chen Ang recognized that his stealth skills had reached at least three, and he learned more. A chameleon skill, he attacked like lightning when he shot, and smashed the curator's back with a dagger handle.
Stun: Stuns the enemy, making it temporarily unavailable for combat.
But Hong Fan still cares, Chen Ang has never ignored the lapis lazuli eyes of the eagle head statue next to him. When the curator picked up his cane, the surface of its gemstones appeared a thin light.
The stone sculpture of the samurai warrior standing next to him moved suddenly. They held spears and blocked Hong Fan's offensive course. The curator hurried a few steps and came to the side of Tao Yan. He grabbed a handful of spice powder from the inside, Take a papyrus from his arms and shake it off, saying, "Wake up, sleepers! Protect your master!"
Talking about sprinkling spices on the mummy in the next coffin, the two stone statues of Hong Fan who immediately blocked Hong Fan's eyes inlaid with obsidian inlaid a blue flame. With their more and more agile skills, the wisdom of the enemy increased. .
Hong Fan's right palm was shot with the sound of wind and thunder, breaking the arm of the giant stone statue to the ground, but the curator was getting farther and farther away. In the sarcophagus spaced between them, two withered mummy Struggling out, the salted shell linen bandage was very tough, and Hong Fan's stab in the right hand could not cause damaging injuries.
The old curator, while dragging his body running, kept calling for flies and locusts to attack Hong Fan's eyes, and finally he relented and pushed a dry crocodile mummy beside him to the ground, calling it with a spell. A small stream of yellow sand, controlling the wind and sand to cover Hong Fan's sight, escaped outside the door under the of another mummy.
When the curator took the mummy out of the door, UU read the book www.uukanshu.com. He saw that someone in front of him blocked his way.
"Go up and kill them!" The curator hurriedly pointed at the mummy.
A broken cursive in the curator's hand was shattered by a bullet, and a turn turned to block the mummy's attack route with the curator's body. Chen Ang calmly took the trigger so that the voice could be heard clearly by the curator without him. More said, the curator raised his hand obediently, and when Hong Fan got rid of the harassment and rushed out of the museum, Chen Ang was already carrying the talisman with him.
Chen Ang lightly removed from the curator's neck and pocket and pulled out the animal tooth necklace, the scarab specimen, a bronze dog statue, and a gold cobra bracelet.
"Hey!" The curator stopped. "Don't move that one? It's a gift from my daughter."
Chen Ang held the exquisitely crafted cobra bracelet before the curator's eyes, let him see the tiny scales clearly above, and then asked him, "Your daughter gave you a poisonous snake spell amulet as a gift?" He used The head of the cobra bracelet was pinched off, so that the curator could see the blue venom inside.
"I don't think anyone would want to make it personal? Except for its owner."