Tomb Raider: Starting with the Blue Dragon Bloodline

Chapter 225 226 Innocent!Wang Yueban!

On the boundless grassland.

At a glance, the ground is withered and yellow, and the grass roots are almost eaten clean by cattle and sheep.

The whole grassland is bare!

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

At this moment, on the boundless grassland, there was a muffled sound of a motor vehicle from a distance.

I saw two young men fleeing quickly on the grass in a car in front of them.

"Woooooo!"

Behind him, there are more than a dozen motorcycles, which seem to be catching up with the young man driving in the front.

"stop!"

"You two little bastards, stop for me!"

On the nearest motorcycle, the man was wearing sunglasses, holding a pistol, and yelling loudly.

"The idiot just stopped! Waiting to be caught by you?!"

"Hey young master, hold on tight!"

"Boom~!"

The two young men at the front seemed not to have heard it.

They drove faster and disappeared before everyone's eyes.

The car was running fast on the desert, over the dunes, and through the ravines, with trails of dust rolled up behind it.

"boom!"

With a gunshot, the car tires of the two young people were blown, and the car stopped instantly.

After losing control of the car, he stepped on the brakes in a hurry.

After the car stabilized, the two young men ran down from the car in a panic.

One of the young men was holding something wrapped in yellowed animal skin paper, and a delicate bronze bull's head could be vaguely seen inside.

"Made! The tire is blown!"

The next moment, Shao Hei kicked the car, and said to Wu Xie:

"Wu Xie, the car can't be driven! What should we do?"

"What should I do? Of course I ran away!"

Saying that, the two immediately ran wildly.

"Bang bang bang!"

At this moment, those on motorcycles caught up and shot directly.

"Ouch!"

Suddenly, Wu Xie uttered a scream of pain, and fell to the ground clutching his arms. His arm was bleeding, and he was already injured by a bullet.

"Hey young man, you leave with the bull's head, you must hand it over to the country, and leave me alone!"

Wu Xie's facial features were distorted, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body trembled, as if he was in extreme pain.

Seeing this, he took the bull's head from Wu Xie's hand and ran wildly behind him.

But before Hei lost a few meters, he returned.

Seeing this scene, Wu Xie couldn't help being moved: You are indeed my good brother Wu Xie!

But at the next moment, Young Master He said: "No, brother, there are people in front and behind, where do you want me to go?"

Wu Xie: "..."

Then those pursuers surrounded him, and the leader said disdainfully, "Run! Run again? Why don't you run?"

"Hand over the things quickly! Otherwise..."

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

Just at the very moment, a fat man with sunny glasses, driving a desert off-road vehicle, came galloping from the left.

With a beautiful spin and tail flick, all the pursuers were knocked to the ground.

"What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up!"

"The ones behind are all mercenaries. If you don't want to die, go with the fat man!"

"it is good!"

At this moment, Wu Xie and the other two couldn't care less about it anymore, so they simply acted as a living horse doctor, and could only get in this fat man's car of unknown origin.

"Sit down!"

Before Wang Yueban ran away, he left another sentence that deserved to be beaten.

"Bye bye!"

"boom!"

With one kick of the accelerator, the off-road vehicle was driven like an airplane, and it disappeared into the desert in the blink of an eye.

"Why are you still standing there! Hurry up!"

The mercenary boss ordered to the dozen or so people on motorcycles.

"Yes!"

"Who is that fat man?"

"A-Ning, A-Ning, those two people have been intercepted, and they are heading southeast."

The boss of the group of mercenaries behind him, seeing the fat man who came out halfway, got angry and took out the walkie-talkie to contact his superiors.

……

"Hahaha! It's so cool, I finally got rid of those people!"

The three of them got to know each other after a brief introduction.

Fatty took Wu Xie and Young Master He, and quickly drove the group of motorcycles away.

"Boom~!"

Just as the three of them were getting carried away, more than a dozen motorcycles appeared from behind and were galloping towards them, and they were about to catch up again.

"Fatty! Hurry up, hurry up, they've already caught up!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The mercenaries behind kept shooting, trying to force Wu Xie and the others to stop.

But they won't really kill Wu Xie, because the boss ordered them not to hurt these people.

After a while, he came to a small town. Relying on his small off-road vehicle, Wang Yueban was able to run rampant in the alleys. Taking advantage of the terrain, he quickly threw off those mercenaries.

After seeing those mercenaries disappeared, Wang Yueban chatted while driving.

"I said, how did you two stunned youths come to this place?
"And those people look like mercenaries at first glance, how did you provoke them?"

After another twenty minutes of escaping, the three of them came to a yurt restaurant.

"Why did you stop?" Wu Xie asked hurriedly.

"Hungry! Fatty find something to fill his stomach first!"

Wang Yueban stopped leaving suddenly, parked the car on the side of the road, and said out of breath.

"Fatty, are you really not leaving? What should we do when they catch up?"

Young Master He supported Wu Xie with a nervous expression on his face, and looked back.

"Two friends, don't worry! With Master Fatty's skills and understanding of this place, they will definitely not be able to catch up. Even if they want to find us, it will take a long time!"

Wang Yueban didn't care that Wu Xie and Hey Shao had been resisting him, so she parked the car outside the yurt, then pulled up the tarpaulin to cover the car and hide it.

Yurt Hotel.

"Boss, bring us three bowls of beef noodles and six pieces of hada cakes to the box."

"Fatty, who are you?"

While bandaging the wound, Wu Xie stared at Wang Yueban warily and asked about the origin of the product.

"Hey, I just came here for tourism. I saw you two being hunted down by those mercenaries, so I saved them by the way."

"Just to introduce, my name is Wang Yueban, and people in the Jianghu call him Fatty Wang! I don't know what you call it?"

"It seems that you are foreign students, right? And the things in your bags should be cultural relics?"

Wang Yueban smiled, talked eloquently, and began to introduce her identity, but her eyes fell directly on the bull's head.

"Hmph! Who the hell are you fat man?"

"How do you know we are students? And there are no cultural relics in our bag, only a handicraft."

When Wu Xie and Young Master He heard Fatty's inquiry, they quickly discovered many flaws.

Also, at first glance, this fat man is not a good person, he is a cultural relic dealer!
"Hey, two kids, you two have misunderstood, I am really here to travel, and I am usually more interested in antiques!"

"I'm just asking casually, I wonder if you can show me the text...crafts you brought?"

Wang Yue had a look of embarrassment on her face, knowing that she had slipped up, so she continued to forcefully explain.

"Since you are here for tourism, there is nothing to see."

At this time, Wu Xie had already bandaged the wound on his hand, stood up and looked at the fat man.

"Don't bother me, two little brothers!"

"Fatty, I'll just take a look! Do you think I'm a bad guy? I'm a fat man who rescued the two of you from those mercenaries under the hail of bullets, and you treat me like this? What about the trust between people? ?”

Wang Yueban persuaded Ma Po painstakingly, as if he would die if he didn't look at him.

"Since you want to see it, let me show you."

Wu Xie pondered for a while, and finally relented, and decided to take the bull's head out of the backpack and hand it to the fat man for a look.

"Tsk tsk, this should be a cultural relic from the Qing Dynasty, right?" Wang Yueban looked at it and returned the bull's head to Wuxie in disappointment.

Bronze wares in the Qing Dynasty were not very valuable, and he was not rare.

……

the other side.

In a Mongolian temple.

A man in his twenties, with vicissitudes in his eyes, was sitting on a futon in the temple hall.

He looked indifferent, dressed in black clothes, and had an indescribable aura rippling around him.

At first glance, this man seemed to blend in with the entire hall.

Wind chimes fluttered, smoke filled, and colorful flags were everywhere, swaying gently in the wind.

"The plot should start soon?!"

A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth, and he turned his head to look outside with deep meaning.

(End of this chapter)