Tomb raiding: following the plot while tearing up the script

The young man who was scolded by Uncle Tai was clearly afraid of him. After being scolded, he not only dared not show his face, but also had to smile and act silly, wishing he could flatter everyone present.

"Hehe... I was just thinking that I have to get to work soon, and I don't know how long I'll be busy, so I'm just venting a little."

Even if Uncle Tai looked down on his shameless behavior, there was nothing he could do. After all, he was a descendant of the same clan as him. He had no children and was counting on someone to bring trouble to him in the future.

So all we can do is seize any opportunity to give them a warning.

Seeing that Uncle Tai still didn't give him a friendly look, the young man gritted his teeth and slapped himself twice, the crisp sound echoing through the mountains and forests.

"Uncle, Uncle, don't be angry. I was just being sarcastic and complaining. Have you ever seen me do a bad job? Once we finish this job, we'll make a fortune and never have to struggle in these mountains again."

Let's follow the trend and immigrate or something, so we can experience the life of the upper class.

"I'll take care of you every day and look after you in your old age."

Upon hearing this, the man with the Cantonese accent echoed him.

"Hey, hey, there's a problem. We agreed that you guys would find the stuff and get it out, and we'd take as much as you could get."

With such a huge business, if it's done well, everyone can retire with a lot of money.

When we have money in our hands, we can spend it however we want and enjoy ourselves however we want.

Whether you're a sweet girl or a young model, order whatever you want—red wine, seafood, supercars—how about that? It's got you covered!

"Awesome, so awesome!!!"

Uncle Tai sneered when he saw his brainless idiot being dazzled by the boss's empty promises, his eyes practically glued to the spotlight and his mouth watering.

"Boss Wang, we don't make money here just by talking. Finding the right place isn't something you can just talk about."

After so many years of working together, you know my character. Why don't you tell your brother where you got this information, so I'm aware of the situation?

Mr. Wang rubbed the large gold ring on his hand, seemingly unconcerned about Uncle Tai's almost rule-breaking behavior, and waved his hand dismissively.

"Oh dear, I'm telling you, Lao Tai, you're just too cunning. What's there to be ashamed of? I'm just afraid you won't believe me if I tell you."

Uncle Tai chuckled, his meaning clear: you say what you want, whether we believe it or not is our own business.

As Wu Xie listened to the boss surnamed Wang boasting that his ancestors were from the Manchu Bordered Yellow Banner and that he was a general in the Iron-Headed Cavalry Battalion, a special army, he pointed to Lao Yang's ear.

Lao Yang subconsciously raised his hand and touched the hexagonal bronze bell he was wearing on his ear, and roughly understood what Wu Xie meant.

The Iron-Headed Cavalry Battalion did something similar to the tomb raiders of yesteryear, but while the tomb raiders raided tombs to pay their military salaries, the Iron-Headed Cavalry Battalion did it to collect treasures for the royal family.

Unlike the tomb raiders who would loot every tomb they found, the Iron-Headed Cavalry were required to offer a certain amount of treasures as tribute every year.

At this point, it would be obviously not worthwhile to offer up every tomb we found at once.

They would only send over 10-20% more treasures than required each year, and keep one or two rare items to offer as a token of respect to their superiors. All that awaited them were rewards and military merits.

In this situation, they discovered many belligerent individuals but did not engage with them; instead, they recorded them in detail.

They can't guarantee they'll find good stuff every year, but they can guarantee they'll deliver good stuff every year.

This treasure book, which records the detailed locations of many ancient tombs and can be described as a collection of treasure maps, is called "Hemu Collection".

This treasure book is divided into two volumes. Boss Wang has one volume, which was passed down to him as a family heirloom. The few times Boss Wang and Uncle Tai had cooperated before were on the smaller tombs recorded in this book.

The tombs are not large, nor are they very old; two of them had already been visited long ago.

The one they came to find this time was the one with the most detailed records in the treasure book and the most likely to yield profits, so it was a matter of life and death for them.

Wu Xie's goal is this book, "The Riverwood Collection".

Over there, Boss Wang, emboldened by Uncle Tai's encouragement, proudly pulled out a tightly wrapped booklet that he kept close to his body.

Through the transparent plastic wrapping, Wu Xie could vaguely see that inside was an old book.

Old Yang, who had originally intended to quit, was revived by Boss Wang's boasting. His eyes gleamed as he stared at the booklet in Boss Wang's hand in the firelight, wishing he could snatch it and keep it for himself right now.

"Click..."

A crisp snapping sound as a dry twig broke.

"Who goes there???" Uncle Tai shouted angrily in a low voice.

Wu Xie and Su Li looked at Lao Yang, who had been so excited that he couldn't help but take a step forward and ended up breaking a dry twig...

Were you serious when you took that step forward?

Do you expect them to give it to you?

Lao Yang is so scared that he's holding his breath and doesn't dare to move at all.

"Click-clack..." The sound of a gun being chambered was exceptionally clear in the silent mountain forest.

"Er Mazi, the sound is coming from behind. Go and check it out," Uncle Tai instructed the young man to come and investigate.

Er Mazi responded and took the gun that Uncle Tai handed over.

Old Yang was so nervous that his palms were sweating. Just as he was hesitating whether to pull Old Wu away and run, he heard several footsteps coming from a little distance away.

Su Li took two steps back without making a sound, and just then she saw several figures walking towards her from not far away.

Although they were wearing forest ranger uniforms, their upright posture and synchronized steps...

They were clearly just a few active-duty soldiers cosplaying as forest rangers.

Hmm...it's an old acquaintance. They've been on missions together before, those two mediocre travel buddies.

To be honest, the cosplay is completely off. Whose forest rangers march in formation during their midnight patrols? Does Lao Qin know about this?

As Su Li was thinking, the soldiers had already swept past their hiding place with flashlights and headed towards the firelight.

Lao Yang breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, Lao Wu had chosen a good spot; they hadn't been discovered at all!

The forest ranger who was forcibly blinded: Whatever makes you happy.

"With eagle claws among his descendants, let's get out of here."

They were hiding in the bushes when they heard a scream from Uncle Tai's group. They stomped out the fire in a few steps, grabbed their equipment, and ran straight into the deep mountains.

The job of those 'forest rangers' was just to scare these bastards; they didn't really chase them, just letting them run all over the mountains like dogs.

Su Li peeked into the now quiet campsite and went over to check it out.

Lao Yang was extremely anxious when he saw Su Li casually climb out. He wanted to reach out and pull him back but didn't dare.

"Old, Old Wu, your cousin..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Xie stood up and walked towards Su Li.

Lao Yang, in a panic, also stood up. Looking up, he saw Su Li holding a small booklet and waving at Wu Xie. His eyes widened in surprise...