Peter Lee couldn't figure out how the power grid had been destroyed, but he didn't believe it was a coincidence. Zhang Zian had appeared at the same time as the power grid went out, sneaking into the office and stealing the laptop. How could this be a coincidence?
The slaughterhouse was a key part of his plan. Everything else could be replaced, but not this one. There was no way to restore it in a short period of time.
His personal grievances with Zhang Zian began in the tomb of the Great Pyramid of Egypt. At that time, he felt that this person seemed a little interesting and wanted to win him over. Unfortunately, this person was stubborn, so he gave up. Later, because of a coincidence, they went to the desert to find the lost golden pyramid. At the last moment, he and his team were strangely obstructed. At that time, he suspected that something was wrong.
This encounter in San Francisco was probably not a coincidence either.
He wondered how Zhang Zian managed to deal with so many guards by himself. Were the guards' Taser guns useless?
In short, there were too many mysteries about Zhang Zian. He could always turn the impossible into the possible. This was something he could not tolerate.
Peter Lee's eyes gradually condensed into a line, like a needle piercing into the image of Zhang Zian that appeared in front of him.
This time, he had to settle this long-standing grievance. If this went on, he would either die of exhaustion or anger.
He coughed and waved the guards away, meaning that he would deal with this matter immediately.
After the guards left, he put the full glass of red wine back on the table. "Everyone!"
There was a difference between the host and the guests. The VIPs were all elegant and cultivated people. Seeing that the guards were quietly reporting private matters to the landlord, of course, they could not deliberately eavesdrop. They chatted with each other and laughed from time to time.
As the landlord, Peter Lee had spoken, so the VIPs also put down their glasses of red wine. Their faces were solemn as they stared at Peter Lee's face.
There were only a few guests sitting around the long banquet table covered with a white tablecloth. The banquet hall seemed very empty and quiet.
"There are some small problems down there." Peter Lee's smile did not change. "Someone has come to make trouble, and those useless guards can't deal with it. So, I have to leave for a while and deal with it."
His tone was very relaxed, but the guests were not so easy to fool. They all noticed Peter Lee's expression after the guard reported. They knew that things were not as simple as Peter Lee made them out to be.
"Pete, I think you can tell the truth." An elderly man with a white beard and a long robe said calmly, "Although we have different ideologies, worship different Creators, and have argued many times because of this, the fact that we are allies will not change. Our common goal is to beat the stupid Americans. Your business is our business. If you need help, don't hesitate to ask."
The old man's English was not very fluent, with some non-local accent. Coupled with his dark skin, he seemed to be a foreigner. He was a low-key person, and the peregrine falcon perched on his arm was more eye-catching.
"That's right! Peter, you heard what the teacher said. If you have something to say, just say it! Who had come to make trouble? Is it the same person who destroyed the slaughterhouse? "
Another middle-aged man, who was also wearing a long robe, shouted loudly.
The middle-aged man was about forty or fifty years old, with a thick beard. He was short and fat, with a big belly, but his actions were agile. Obviously, he was a flexible fatty.
The middle-aged fatty's skin color was similar to the elder's, and he also spoke English with an accent. However, his temper was unusually hot. He blew his beard and glared at the man as he slammed the pure gold and diamond phone on the table. He suddenly stood up, almost knocking over the red wine glass on the table in front of him.
The third guest did not express his opinion. He calmly took a sip of the red wine.
Having lost most of the guards, Peter Lee really felt constrained now. Transferring people from other places was far away, and he really needed the help of supernatural forces. Therefore, his initial speech was actually a retreat in order to advance. He did not take the initiative to ask for help, but waited for them to take the initiative to ask for help.
"Cough! Since it is difficult to refuse everyone's kindness, I will be honest. "Peter Lee sighed slightly." If I am not wrong, it is the person who destroyed the slaughterhouse! I am magnanimous, but he has repeatedly opposed me. If it were not for him, I might have been able to open Cleopatra's sarcophagus and take out the Wadjit's Eye amulet. "
The elder smacked the table disdainfully. "What is the use of such a heresy?"
The peregrine on his arm followed his movement and glared at Peter Lee.
Peter Lee smiled and said, "Of course you don't like it, but the Wadjit's Eye itself is priceless. I have read a lot of ancient literature and feel that this amulet may have a more important function … and it might be useful to others."
As he spoke, he glanced at the third guest. The latter still did not express his opinion, but he did not continue tasting the wine either.
The elder pondered for a moment. "Are you sure that the Wadjit's Eye amulet is in the sarcophagus?"
"I'm not sure," Peter Lee said bluntly. "I don't even know if Cleopatra's mummy is in the sarcophagus, but this is the most likely place I can think of to hide the amulet of Wajit's Eye …" Peter Lee said bluntly.
"If the woman's mummy is not there, where else could it be? You are thinking too much. It must be there. "The elder's tone clearly did not agree with Peter Lee's judgment, and he shook his head slightly.
Peter Lee did not dwell on this issue. The process of Cleopatra's death was currently a one-sided account of a book. God knew if the book had added in a second creation … That was almost certain.
The authors of the so-called history books all did this. They used their imagination to describe secret conversations or things that should have been extremely confidential and could not be known by a third party. The historians of later generations could only accept it because there was no other reference, or because the other reference was even more outrageous.
He sighed again. "Unfortunately, there were some inexplicable changes at the time, and with that person's interference, I was forced to retreat as soon as I stepped into the Golden Pyramid. I didn't even reach the Queen's tomb, so I couldn't see Cleopatra's sarcophagus with my own eyes, and I couldn't open the sarcophagus myself to see Cleopatra's true face … A few days ago, I sent a small team to retrace that route, but they did not find the place we had arrived at. According to the report, a large area of the terrain has been completely changed, so I hope that the Wadjit's Eye is not in the sarcophagus. That way, there might be a chance to find it one day …"
"Okay, okay! I already know that you have a deep grudge with that person. He has repeatedly made you suffer losses, so we'll help you get rid of him once and for all. It's just another floating corpse in the bay! "The middle-aged fatty laughed maniacally.
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